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“Lips,” she says, lightly touching mine with two fingers. “Tongue.” She slowly slips one finger into my mouth, and I take the opportunity to bite it gently. “Hands.” Taking both of mine, she places them directly on her ass. “And definitely cock.”

Yeah, I’m fucking game, pixie. I’m fucking game.

Within seconds, she’s lying on the bed with her hands pinned above her head.

“Spread your legs.”

I barely finish speaking before she obeys instantly. Her thighs part wide, and the white nightdress slides higher until it gathers around her hips.

I lift one of her legs and start kissing the inside of it, from the ankle all the way to her knee.

Goosebumps spread across her skin at my every touch. I fucking love seeing how deeply it affects her. It reminds me I’m not alone in this madness.

From her knee to her inner thigh, I keep kissing and licking her slowly and teasingly, her breathing turning uneven.

“Zayn…” She throws her head back, her eyes falling shut as her hands move to her breasts over the thin fabric of the nightdress.

I stop just beside the lace edge of her white panties, dragging my tongue along the line of them, watching the material grow wetter by the second.

I can’t help myself, I press my tongue right on the soaked center.

Fuck.

I needed to taste her.

The moment her flavor hits my senses, a deep groan rumbles through my throat, vibrating through her.

“Did I convince you yet?” I ask, my voice rough.

“Nu,” (EN: No.), she answers in Romanian, shaking her head.

Okay. That one I understand. First word learned.

Sliding one finger beneath her panties, I hook it through the other side and pull them away from her. As the cool air hits her bare skin, I blow over her, and she starts moaning.

At some point, she let the straps of her nightdress slip down her shoulders, exposing her breasts, and now she’s playing with both nipples, watching me through half-lidded eyes.

I bring my other hand between her thighs, gathering the evidence of her wetness on my fingers as I rub slow circles over her clit.

“Enough now?” I ask again, watching every reaction that flickers across her face.

She arches off the bed and rolls her hips into my hand, matching the rhythm of my fingers and increasing the friction.

“You know damn well it’s not,” she answers in English this time, making me smile.

Her accent has taken over, which means she’s already past the point of return.

She’s so wet that satisfaction floods through me, knowing I’m the one drawing this kind of desire out of her.

Smirking, I undo my belt and shove my pants down enough to free my cock.

Last time, we had sex without a condom. Sure as hell, I’m not starting to use one now.

Whether she realizes it or not, Selene is mine. And I never want anything between us. I want to feel every part of her.

Climbing onto the bed on my knees, I place both her legs over my shoulders, line myself up at her entrance, and push into her in one deep thrust, making her cry out beneath me.

Fucking heaven.