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"I was," Emma said with a faint smile, leaning forward without giving her a second to recover. "And you liked it."

She pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin of Victoria’s inner thigh, feeling the fine tremor that rippled through the muscle the second her lips made contact. Emma took her time working her way higher, letting the heat of her breath precede every brush of her mouth until she traced the crease of Victoria’s hip with the tip of her tongue, drawing an involuntary buck from Victoria's hips that rattled the frame of the bed.

A quiet smirk pressed against Victoria’s damp skin before Emma shifted her weight, settling squarely between those parted thighs and breathing in the intoxicating warmth pooled between them.

The moment Emma’s tongue found the nerve at her center, Victoria lost her breath. A sharp gasp broke the bedroom quiet. Her spine arched off the mattress, both hands tangling into Emma’s hair to haul her closer.

Emma anchored her palms firmly to Victoria’s hips, pinning her in place while her tongue settled into a relentless pressure. She wanted to drown out every shred of control, every ounce of reservation, until the only reality Victoria had left was the heat of the bed and the mouth unraveling her piece by piece.

"Emma," Victoria sobbed. She thrashed on the sheets. "Fuck. Please."

Emma didn’t make her beg. She slid two fingers inside her in one sure motion. Victoria was already so wet it felt like she might melt; the heat that closed around Emma’s fingers was almost shocking. Emma pushed deep, then curled her fingers upward, searching for that hidden bundle of nerves inside her.

Victoria let out a broken cry. “Yes… right there. God, yes.”

Emma began to move her fingers in and out, matching the frantic rhythm of her tongue. Victoria’s body was a live wire, surrendered to pleasure, all inhibition gone. Her thighs tightened around Emma’s head as if to hold her there, in the heart of that moment.

"Tell me what you want,” Emma mumbled against her skin.

"I want…" Victoria gasped, her hips reaching for Emma’s mouth. "I want you. Make me come."

"Beg me."

Victoria sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers tightening in Emma’s hair. For a heartbeat she just held on, trembling, pride and need warring behind her eyes. Then she exhaled, low and unsteady. “No, I don’t… Emma, don’t stop, just… don’t stop, please.”

Emma complied. She took Victoria’s clit into her mouth and sucked hard, while her fingers drove into her with a brutal, unrelenting rhythm.

Victoria broke. Her climax hit like a violent wave, locking her body rigid before a raw scream tore from her throat. Inside, her muscles clamped tightly around Emma’s fingers, milking her as pleasure crashed through her again and again.

Emma didn’t let up. She kept the rhythm steady, riding out the aftershocks until Victoria was trembling and weeping softly.

When it was over, Emma finally pulled back and dragged herself up the length of the bed, collapsing beside her. She wrapped her arms around Victoria’s waist and drew her firmly against her side.

Victoria was still gasping for air, her chest heaving against Emma’s. She turned her head and buried her face in the crook of Emma’s neck, kissing the sweat from her skin.

"If you look smug right now, Emma, I swear I will kick you out of this bed," Victoria whispered, though she only curled tighter against Emma's side.

Emma laughed, a breathless sound that vibrated deep in her chest as her fingers lazily combed through Victoria’s damp hair. "You're gripping my waist like you'll die if you let go, Victoria. You're not kicking anyone anywhere."

Victoria pushed against the mattress, levering herself up on one elbow to look down at Emma, her dark hair tumbling over one bare shoulder in complete disarray. The exhaustion lingering in her posture was eclipsed by the dangerous, dilated warmth in her gaze—dark, steady, and unmistakably hungry as her eyes traced the flush still lingering across Emma’s throat and mouth.

"My turn," Victoria said.

Before Emma could react, Victoria grabbed her hips and rolled her over.

Emma hit the mattress with a gasp as Victoria straddled her thighs, pinning her down. The vulnerability of a moment before had vanished, replaced by a predatory focus that made Emma’s heart stutter.

Victoria reached down, seized the waistband of Emma’s jeans, and yanked them off with frantic efficiency, tossing them—and Emma’s underwear—off the bed. Under Victoria’s gaze, Emma lay fully exposed.

She didn’t hesitate. Leaning down, she captured Emma’s mouth in a punishing kiss while her hand slid down Emma’s stomach. Her fingers skimmed lightly over her skin before dipping straight between her folds.

Emma shrieked into the kiss.

Victoria pulled her mouth away. She looked incredibly smug. "You are dripping wet."

"I have been wet for weeks," Emma panted. Her hips instinctively rolled upward to seek more friction.

Victoria laughed softly. "Me too."