In one fluid motion, he lifted me onto the kitchen counter, stepping between my legs. The hard length of him pressed against my core, sending a jolt of heat through my body. Damn him."I'll start slow," he murmured, his lips brushing my neck. "Teasing touches, light as a feather. I'll trace every curve, every dip of your body until you're squirming, desperate for more."His hands slid up my thighs as he spoke, mimicking his words. I bit back a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction."Then," he continued, voice rough with desire, "I'll use my tongue. Tasting, exploring. I'll find every spot that makes you gasp, that makes you arch into me. And when I reach that sweet spot between your thighs..."I couldn't help it. A whimper escaped me, my body betraying me. Sebastian chuckled darkly, clearly pleased with himself."Fuck," I breathed, my resolve crumbling. The bastard was good, I had to give him that. I was done playing games. The heat between us had built to a fever pitch, and I
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