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Her lips were soft, her taste familiar and yet somehow new. I felt her melt against me, her body fitting perfectly into mine as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place.
The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. I could feel the curve of her hips, the softness of her breasts against my chest. Every touch, every sensation, felt amplified, as if the world had narrowed down to just this—her and me.
“I love you,”I murmured against her lips, my voice hoarse with emotion.
She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears.“I love you too.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning.
For so long, we’d danced around our feelings, my aristocratic upbringings teaching us to keep my emotions in check. But tonight, there was no room for restraint. Tonight, we were surrendering to love, to desire, to each other.
I reached behind her, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of her gown. She laughed softly, her hands coming up to cover mine.“Let me,”she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her touch.
I stepped back, watching as she slowly undid the buttons, one by one. The gown slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her lace-trimmed slip. She wasbreathtaking, her skin pale and luminous in the soft light of the room.
“You’re beautiful,”I breathed, my eyes tracing the lines of her body.
She blushed, a faint pink tinting her cheeks, but she met my gaze without hesitation.“You’re not so bad yourself.”
I laughed, stepping closer again. This time, it was my turn to undress her, my hands moving slowly, deliberately, as if I were unwrapping the most precious gift. I slid the straps of her slip off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before me, naked and unashamed, her body a testament to the beauty I’d always seen in her.
“Lili,”I whispered, my voice thick with desire.“You’re perfect.”
She shook her head, her hands coming up to rest on my chest.“I’m not perfect. But I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,”I replied, my lips brushing hers once more.“Completely and utterly yours.”
The room was warm, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and something else—something wilder, more primal. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, her body responding to mine in a way that left no doubt about her desire. Slowly, I reached out, my hands tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. She shivered at my touch, her head falling back as she leaned into me.
“Touch me,”she whispered, her voice a plea.
My hands moved lower, my fingers brushing the soft skin of her thighs. She gasped, her hands tightening on my shoulders as I knelt before her, my lips pressing kisses along the curve of her stomach, the hollow of her hips.
“Oh, God,”she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair.“What are you doing?”
“Worshipping you,”I murmured, my lips trailing lower.“Because that’s what you deserve.”
She made a soft, incoherent sound as my mouth found the junction of her thighs. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place as I kissed, licked, and sucked, my tongue tracing patterns that made her squirm and moan.
I could taste her desire, sweet and musky, and it only fueled my own.
“Please,”she whispered, her voice desperate.“I need you.”
I stood, my hands gripping her hips as I lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my back as I thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely.
She cried out, her head falling back against the wall as she clung to me, her nails digging into my shoulders. I groaned, the sensation overwhelming—her heat, her tightness, the way she felt like she was made for me.
“Move,”she commanded, her voice breathless.
I began to move, slow and steady at first, savoring the way she felt around me. But soon, the pace quickened, our bodies moving in rhythm, our breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion—our moans, the slap of skin against skin.
“Harder,”she whispered, her lips brushing my ear.“I need you harder.”
I obliged, my thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. She met me stroke for stroke, her body arching against mine as she cried out, her release crashing over her in waves. I followed soon after, my own orgasm tearing through me like a storm, leaving me shaking and breathless.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in unison. Slowly, I pulled out, setting her on her feet as her legs trembled beneath her. Iwrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we both tried to catch our breath.
“That was—”she started, her voice shaky.