Holy fuck, Sylvan does dirty talk.
His mouth is back on mine, kissing me slow, grinding me hard, only stopping when he reaches between us and pulls my drenched underwear to the side. Then he watches my face as he grinds my bare pussy over his knot.
He growls at my expression and keeps watching as he gathers the back of my dress in his fist. He pulls it back, tight against my stomach, so when we look down, we can both watch my swollen pussy being rocked over his knot.
“Fuck, Syl.. I...” I whimper, eyes shutting, head tilting back.
His lips brush over my jaw, my throat, up to my ear. “Such a pretty sound, such a pretty pussy.” He rocks me again. I tremble. “Does this swollen pussy need to come? Does it, omega?”
I moan, nodding against his cheek, legs shaking.
He drops my dress and lays his hand over my stomach. It’s so large that his thumb can reach my clit. He grazes over it. I gasp.
“You’re so wet,” he hisses, thumb gliding up and down as he keeps grinding me into him, forehead to forehead. “You feel so good, omega. Even through clothes. So fucking hot...”
He kisses me mid-sentence and never stops, even when I’m whimpering, right on the cusp. He steals every sound while building the friction, his pace.
“Look at me,” he says, breathless. And when our gazes meet, he barks, “Come.”
We climax on a shared breath, mouths together, our tongues caressing each other.
Until finally, it ends.
I slump against his chest, his hands around my waist.
“You...” I murmur, stopping to take a few more breaths. “Wow.”
That’s all I can say. I haven’t got enough air or brain power.
When I finally sit up, the look in Sylvan’s eyes almost makes me forget we’ve both just come.
They’re half-lidded, stormy blues, gazing at me intently.
“Can we...” He swallows, takes a deep breath, licks his lips. “Can we try again without the clothes?”
My gasp trickles into a laugh, but when Sylvan’s fingers start brushing my thighs, I realise he’s not joking.
“Oh, you’re being serious?”
“I’m always serious, omega.” His fingertips trail higher, eyes locked on mine.
“Syl.” I laugh gently, starting to shimmy back. “The salon’s opening soon—”
His hands seize my hips as he sits up, making us close enough that our noses brush again.
“Please,” he whispers, and I realise Sylvan’s pleas are indeed much worse than his bark. “I need to be inside you.” His lips ghost over mine. “Please, omega. I need it. So bad.”
My heart pounds, renewed heat rushing through me, urging me to pull off this dress and give this gorgeous alpha exactly what he wants… Then I catch something over his shoulder.
I sigh, holding his face between my hands. His fingers stop moving, and his eyes melt into a beautiful, gentle blue.
“Sylvan, you are so hard to say no to, but…” My eyes dart over his head. “I can see my staff waiting outside.”
“They’re too early. They won’t see.”
I giggle, finding him utterly adorable. “Come on, we need to clean up.”
But when I try to move, he growls.
