Her hands slip into my hair, fingers stroking, then gripping tight. Heat sparks across our mouths, igniting everything. She gasps into me, hungry once again, and all I want is to give.
Give more.
Giveeverything.
Until there’s nothing left but her.
My hand slides down to her leg, moving slowly until it reaches the soft, needy apex of her thighs. Her moan vibrates into me as I pull the fabric aside, and my fingers find the slick warmth waiting for me.
“Mmmm,” I hum against her, a low ripple of approval that sends a sharp shiver through her entire body. “Give me another, baby.”
My fingers glide up and down the velvet line of her pussy lips, smearing her wetness with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing her with a touch that feels like a whisper against her skin. She arches her back, offering more, surrendering more, her head falling back until it softly taps the windowpane.
She blooms in front of me, just like a flower opening under the first warm rain of spring—radiant even in the dark, illuminated by nothing but the moon and the glow rising beneath her skin.
Beautiful. Rare. Mine to taste.
I place my thumb on her clit, two of my fingers pausing at the center of her slick heat before I slide them inside her in one smooth, merciless motion.
No warning. No room for her to brace.
Her moan fractures as it leaves her throat, thin and trembling, while I pump my fingers deep and rub slowly, drawing circles over her clit.
My mouth gravitates to her breast as I lean in, exhaling a hot breath across her skin. She trembles again, her hand weaving into my hair, pulling gently, urging me closer, urging me to take more.
I smile against her chest, then focus entirely on the soft swell before me. I nudge the fabric aside with my nose and sink my teeth into her breast, savoring the shock that ripples through her. More broken sounds slip from her lips, her legs tightening around my hips, anchoring me to her.
I keep the bite for a long, perfect moment, then ease back just enough to give my tongue space.
Slowly, I lick the bruised skin, soothing the sting I left behind. She melts under me, her body loosening, my name spilling from her lips like a prayer she can’t stop repeating.
I take my time with her—my tongue tracing chaotic, wandering circles across her breast, teasing the sensitive places, coaxing more desperate, breathless sounds out of her with every pass.
I ignore the urgent, pulsing twitches of my cock as I work her open, rotating my fingers inside her before settling back into that relentless rhythm, driving them in and out with precision. Her hands clamp onto my shoulders, nails cutting through the fabric as she clings to me like the world is tilting. Estella bucks her hips, grinding down to meet every thrust, her body instinctively helping me pull her closer and closer to the edge.
“Good girl,” I rasp, brushing a kiss over her breast. “Good fucking girl. Let that pussy feel good.”
The crest of her orgasm slowly crashes into her in waves, each one hotter than the last. Her grip weakens, her breath staggering as her body tightens around my fingers.
I keep the same maddening pace she’s unraveling for, and my mouth closes around her nipple. I suck hard, drawing a raw,piercing scream from her—one that vibrates straight into my bones and lights every nerve on fire.
My tongue swirls around the hard peak, teasing her, claiming her, pushing her deeper into the spiral. My fingers curl inside her, stroking, rubbing, the wet rhythm of her pleasure filling the air like music meant only for me.
Her desperate breathing fractures as if her lungs can’t keep up with the pleasure ripping through her. That’s when I let her nipple slip from my mouth with a loud pop, lifting my face until our breaths collide.
My lips crash into hers, and instantly, our tongues collide—fighting, tangling, hungry for each other. She whimpers into my mouth, grinding harder against my hand.
And then, she breaks.
Her climax tears through her, violent and beautiful. Pain sparks through my lower lip when she sinks her teeth into it, biting down as her orgasm strikes full-force. I hold her tight, anchoring her as she rides it out, her body trembling so hard her ass nearly slips off the windowsill.
When the quake in her body softens and her muscles finally let go, she releases my lip with a sharp tug. Estella leans in immediately, catching the bead of warm blood with her tongue, licking it off like it belongs only to her.
I roll my eyes, a deep wave of pleasure tightening low in my spine.
She kisses me again, our lips bruising together. And in the rough heat of the kiss, beneath the hunger and the wreckage of her orgasm, there’s something else.
Something quiet but undeniable.
