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Sebastian’s arms tightened around her, and she squealed as he lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed with long strides.

“And where did you hear about such things, you naughty minx?” he asked, though his voice was far from condemnatory. Excitement thrummed through his tone, which was matched by the nervous anticipation in her body.

“Our friends, of course.” Mei ran her hand over his chest, sliding her fingers under the velvety soft edge of his robe and beneath it, running them through his chest hair. “Is it so very wicked?”

“Exceedingly so.” Sebastian turned, cradling her, as he fell onto the bed and rolled them to the center, ending with him atop her. With his body wedged between her thighs, he leaned down to claim her lips, kissing her breathless while her heated desire grew, and she squirmed against him. Her bottom clenched in anticipation.

When she’d heard her friends speaking of such an indecent act, she’d scarcely been able to believe it, but the more she’d listened, the more curious she’d become. The more she imagined giving herself to Sebastian in such an intimate manner, the more she’d desired it. She wanted to give him everything. All of herself.

The way he was giving her all of him.

“I like you wicked,” he said, smiling down at her, lowering his body and lips against hers. “My naughty little minx.”

Mei felt naughty as she arched against him. Her hard nipples rubbed against the silk of her nightrail, the fabric slithering over her thighs to her hips as she wrapped her legs around Sebastian’s waist. Their hands roamed, caressing, squeezing, and pulling the clothing from each other’s bodies.

She moaned as he moved his mouth over her skin, kissing his way across her breasts to tend to each budded nipple. Nibbling, biting, and suckling until her insides were clenching and aching for him. The emptiness inside her begged to be filled.

But he wasn’t done. His mouth moved down her belly, over her mound, and Mei gasped as his shoulders pushed her thighs wide apart and his lips found her core. The exploration of her most sensitive parts by his tongue made her writhe, his hands gripping her thighs to hold them open, keeping her vulnerable to his attentions. She reached up, pushing against the headboard, crying out as hot passion flowed through her, making her quiver from the sheer ecstasy of his touch.

“Sebastian!” she cried out as her climax peaked… but he was not done with her. Fingers slid into her pussy, soaking in her juices as he thrust them back and forth, sending her on another paroxysm of pleasure, only to slide away and then press against her backside. Mei’s voice went higher. “Sebastian!”

The sensation was perverse. Indecent. Intimate in a manner that even all their previous intimacies could not quite touch. Feeling him inside her there… she understood what her friends had been talking about. It was different. Rawer. Less controlled. More vulnerable.

His mouth worked on her as he pumped his fingers back and forth in her tight entrance, loosening the clenching ring. The discomfort of being so wickedly invaded faded as pleasure rose again. Mei moaned, her hips moving, pushing his fingers deeper inside her while his tongue danced across her clit. Her channel clenched around the foreign sensation, all while another climax began to grow within her.

Then his fingers withdrew. Sebastian reached for his dressing gown and pulled a small vial from the pocket. Mei’s eyes widened.

“What is that?”

“A special oil. For this.” Opening it, Sebastian put some on his hand and reached down to grip his cock, sliding his hand over the length, turning it shiny. The aroma was unusual but not unpleasant.

Mei raised one eyebrow. “And you have just been carrying it around?”

“Yes.” Sebastian shifted, leaning over her with one hand planted beside her, his other fist gripping his cock. Her legs were spread wide, knees in the air, while his thighs moved underneath them to tilt her hips upward. “Eventually, I was going to claim all of you. I just did not know it would be tonight.”

Her breath caught in her throat at the hungry, possessive look in his eyes.

The sensation of his thick, blunt head against the barely stretched ring of her rear entrance was both frightening and arousing. With one arm holding him up, he pressed into her, and Mei cried out as she felt herself stretch to receive him. His cock was much thicker than his fingers. Blunter. Wider.

The sensation burned, yet it felt right. She wanted this. Wanted to feel him inside her there.

But at her cry, he paused, frowning.

“Are you all right?”

“Don’t stop,” she replied rather than answering him. Because she was not entirely all right. It hurt. It was overwhelming. And she did not want him to stop. Mei reached up to wind her arms around his neck. “Don’t stop, Sebastian.”

Her muscles clenched around him, drawing him deeper, and his eyes closed for a moment as he groaned. Shifted. Slid into her. Filling her in a manner that was utterly indescribable.

Mei arched, her legs wrapping around him so he could not pull away.

It hurt, it did, but she wanted to take this pain for him. And as much as it hurt, as uncomfortable as it was, it felt good, too. Her pussy fluttered jealously as he filled her. The sensation was so similar, but wildly different at the same time.

“Sebastian…” She breathed out his name, her own eyes closing at the intensity of the sensations as his groin met her body. She was completely, totally, full of him in the most intimate, indecent manner possible.

“Bloody hell, Mei.” Sebastian groaned. Flexed.

She cried out again, shuddering and clenching around him.