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DORIE

His hands were still on my face, his thumbs tracing the line of my jaw. I could feel the tremor in his touch. It mirrored the shaking in my own chest, the way my heart raced as if it might burst free. He, the always-confident Kaisen, was nervous.

“Dorie,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. It sent shivers down my spine.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Instead, I reached for him, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t stop me. I took my time, unbuttoning one by one before pushing it open to reveal the expanse of his chest.

I couldn’t resist tasting him.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his skin. His breath hitched as I traced a delicate path with my tongue. His hands tightened on my waist, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between us.

My hands slid down his chest, exploring every inch of him. His muscles tensed under my touch, and I could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm.

I undid his belt and then his pants, letting them pool at his ankles. He stood perfectly still as I pushed down his briefs and freed him. I kissed down his stomach and then dropped to my knees in front of him. His hands moved into my hair, pulling my ponytail free and letting my hair fall around my shoulders. I reached for his hard length.

I gazed up at him, my eyes locking with his as I took him into my mouth. He groaned, his head falling back. I swirled my tongue around the tip, teasing him with feather-light touches before taking him deeper. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me. I relaxed my throat, letting him hit the back of it as I bobbed my head up and down.

“Fuck, Dorie,” he panted. “Just like that.”

Encouraged by his reaction, I kept going. I loved this power. It made me feel supremely feminine and sexy. He thrust his hips forward, pushing himself deeper down my throat. Drool dripped down my chin as I struggled to keep up with his rhythm. He was losing control.

And I had all of it.

“That’s it,” he growled above me, urging me on. “Take it all.”

I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, growing harder by the second. I sucked harder, my hand massaging his balls, gently pulling and tugging. His breathing intensified and he cursed under his breath.

With a strangled moan, he pulled out abruptly. Before I could protest, he hauled me up and kissed me fiercely. I stumbled back against the table as he backed me up, never breaking the kiss.

He swept everything off the table with one arm and lifted me onto it.

My skirt hitched up around my waist as Kaisen settled between my thighs. His hands slid up my bare legs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I was desperate for more. For him. It was his turn to get on his knees.

He kissed a path up my inner thigh. His lips were a gentle caress that sent shudders of desire racing through me. I bit my lip and dropped my head back. His hands slid up my legs. He hooked his fingers in the flimsy fabric of my panties and slowly tugged them down. I lifted my hips, letting him pull them away.

I was already wet with need. He pushed the skirt higher and then pulled my ass right to the edge of the table. He kissed the inside of my knee and then the other before his kissed up my thigh.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured reverently. Then he lowered his head and licked through my folds.

I cried out, my head hitting the wall and my fingers clawing at the table. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. Electric shocks of pleasure radiated through me. I gripped his hair, tugging him closer.

“That’s it,” he murmured against me. “Don’t hold back.”

I sucked in a breath as he dipped his tongue deep inside me. My thighs clenched around his head, and I could feel my release building embarrassingly fast.

“Kaisen,” I gasped out, tugging at his hair desperately. “Please, I’m going to⁠—”

But he didn’t let up. If anything, he seemed to redouble his efforts, licking and sucking and fucking me with his tongue until I was writhing and incoherent.

Ecstasy crashed over me in wave after wave as I came undone. He licked me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I collapsed against the wall, boneless and spent.

He surged up to claim my mouth in a deep kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue. His hands slid behind me and unzipped my dress. He pushed it down my shoulders, letting it drop to my waist. My bra was next. The moment my breasts were free, he bent forward and took one nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck, Dorie, you drive me crazy,” he groaned against my skin.

He sucked hard at my nipple before releasing it and blowing on the sensitive flesh. I arched into him.