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“Wrong,” I whisper back, already breathless.

A quiet chuckle escapes him while he lowers his head and trails kisses along my neck. One hand drifts agonizingly slowly over my chest, my stomach, then lower, until it settles on my thigh.

“Let’s see how wrong I am,” he murmurs, gently biting my earlobe. “I’m guessing you won’t be wet at all if I touch you…”

His hand slips between my legs, pressing directly over my panties. He doesn’t even need to move them aside to know.

The fabric is already soaked.

It has been since the moment he walked in and looked at me.

“…right here,” he whispers, satisfaction coating every word. “I think your body disagrees with you, my pixie.”

His teeth graze my shoulder as he pushes my panties aside and slips two fingers inside me without warning. The sound of my arousal is immediate and unmistakable.

A moan tears from my throat as I bury one hand in his hair and pull him closer, wrapping a leg around his waist.

“I think your pussy wants me badly, Sel,” he continues, teasing me as his palm presses against my clit with every thrust of his fingers.

My walls begin tightening around him, pleasure building faster with every movement.

“Oh God,” I cry out. “I love what you’re doing to me, babe.”

“Yeah?” He lifts himself slightly to look at me, a grin spreading across his face as his tongue drags slowly over his top teeth. “You want me to keep going, then?”

Rolling my eyes, I pull him back down until our mouths almost touch.

“I’ll always want you to keep going, Zayn,” I confess breathlessly. “I’ll always want you to touch me like this. Look at me like this.”

Every word makes the rhythm of his fingers rougher, deeper, my hips moving instinctively with him.

“I’ll always feel the same desire whenever I see you, whenever I hear you.”

My tongue sweeps across his lips from one corner to the other, back and forth several times.

“I’ll always want you to fuck me. Make love to me.”

With his free hand, he tugs his shorts lower, and a second later, I feel his cock spring free beside his hand, hard and already aching for me.

“I’ll always lose my mind the moment I see your cock or feel it.”

Wrapping my hand around him, I start rubbing circles over my clit with his tip, coating it with my arousal.

“Keep talking,” he says in a low, rough voice. “But not like that. Up here.”

Suddenly, his hand disappears from between my thighs, and he pulls away from me.

Confused, I watch him settle back against the couch, motioning for me to come closer.

“Come here, pixie,” he says quietly. “I need you.”

His hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly as he keeps his eyes locked on mine.

I rise onto my knees and crawl to him. The second I’m within reach, his fingers tangle in my hair and he starts kissing me.

Deep.

Hungry.