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Mei

The combination of Sebastian’s slow thrust into her, filling her so deliciously, with his deep voice rumbling in her ear, emphasizing how in control he was and how helpless she was, had Mei right on the edge of another climax. She squirmed against him, trying to rub her clit against his groin, to get the pressure she needed to send her soaring… but the bastard moved again.

“Sebastian, please,” she pleaded, clenching around him, writhing as he began another slow thrust. “I cannot… I need…”

Heat bloomed in her cheeks. What she needed was wickedly indecent, and she was unable to push herself to utter the words.

“You need…” He bent his head down to kiss her, stealing her breath from her lips as he rocked against her and began another slow slide back. “To be a good girl…” He moved his lips along her jawline, while she gasped and arched, tipping her head back to expose her throat to him. “And let me pleasure you.”

She cried out, a wordless cry, her fingers squeezing his hands tightly because there was nothing else she could do as he did exactly what he said he was going to.

He took his time.

Every thrust was exquisite torment. Every retreat bitter pleasure.

Mei gasped, moaning, clenching, hovering on the edge of climax for so long, it was becoming almost painful.

Then he moved, in just the right spot, pressing against her in just the right way, and it was a wave of ecstatic bliss that could not be stopped. Mei cried out as it rolled through her, drenching her in sensual rapture, fireworks bursting in the darkness when she closed her eyes.

She was dimly aware of Sebastian pulling out of her, and the wet heat of his seed splattering across her lower body and thighs. The underside of his cock rubbed along the seam of her pussy, pressing her swollen clit, while he jerked with the last spasms of his own orgasm.

“Good girl,” he murmured, falling to the side and pulling her against him. Mei could still feel the sticky wet of his pleasure, sliding across her skin, but she did not care. Head pillowed on his shoulder, she tilted it back so she could catch his lips in a kiss, still panting for breath as his hand roamed and caressed.

They only kissed for a moment, then he reached for his dressing gown, pulling a handkerchief from the pocket to clean her with. Mei flushed as she realized he would have thought ahead to this issue. He knew exactly what he was doing, whereas she was floundering because this was so wildly outside her experience. At least he did know and was prepared.

Turning her head against his shoulder, she sighed as she felt him cleaning his seed from her belly. Tucked against him, she felt safe. Less like she was floundering and more like she was being taken care of.

Because she was.

“There.” Sebastian pressed a kiss to her forehead, then she felt him settle down next to her.

“Should we not go?” She whispered the question, uncertain.

Would he want to have his way with her again? Mei was not sure she could take that. As much as she wanted him, she could already feel how sore she was between her legs. Perhaps he would not object to making use of her mouth if he expected more from her tonight.

“Do you want to go?” he asked, pulling her closer against him so their bodies were flush together. Sliding his hand down her back, he lifted her leg, draping it over him.

“No.”

It was the honest truth, though she was uncertain it was the right decision. How long was one supposed to stay with their lover after the deed was done? Surely, the longer they remained together, the more the odds of getting caught were.

“Then we will stay.” He pressed another kiss to her forehead, and the warmth that rushed through Mei made her limbs go even more lax than they already were. The simple affection of such a gesture was both unexpected and enjoyable.

This was far nicer than having to rush off, the way they had in the garden and from here earlier today.

There was a long silence, and Mei closed her eyes, enjoying being beside him. Feeling his bare skin against hers. His hands on her body. The way he smelled—a spicy, woodsy scent she was certain was going to be burned into her mind for the rest of time.

“Do you like being a matchmaker?”

The rumble of his voice through his chest was distracting, but it was a question Mei had been asked many times before, and she did not have to think about the answer.

“I do. It’s very satisfying.”

“What do you like about it?”

Mei hesitated as she thought his question over. Again, this was a query she had received many times, but rather than the pat answer she gave to everyone, she felt as though she wanted to be more honest with him. More open. Perhaps because of their current state of undress and the way their bodies were entwined together, hers still throbbing from the aftermath of their pleasure, she felt as if he deserved a more truthful answer.

“I enjoy seeing the results,” she said after a long moment. “The ton puts a great deal of importance on marriage, but in my opinion, they put too much importance on the wrong parts of it.”