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Charlotte pulled her knees to her chest, spreading them just enough, fingertips tracing teasing patterns from her knees inward, inching toward her core.

A low warning thundered in the back of Ali’s throat.

“Don’t you dare touch what’s mine.”

Charlotte’s movements faltered. Ali watched in delight as her teeth sank into her lower lip. She crawled forward until she hovered over Charlotte, thigh pressed against her center. One by one, Ali took Charlotte’s wrists and pinned them above her head.

A startled gasp echoed through the room, pupils devouring the blue of her irises.

“You’re going to keep your hands here and you’re going to let me make you feel good. Understood?”

Charlotte nodded.

Ali rewarded her with a lingering brush of lips along her throat, followed by slow teasing passes to the tender line beneath her jaw. All the while Charlotte’s hands stayed obediently above her head.

She trailed lower, leaving a path of slow kisses and nips down the warm plane of her abdomen. Charlotte’s teeth sank into her lower lip in anticipation, the action filled Ali’s chest with a glowing sense of accomplishment.

“You have been such a good girl tonight,” Ali murmured, voice dripping in honey.

Charlotte whimpered at the words, hips jerking.

A low hum thrummed in the back of her throat. “I think you have earned a reward.”

Her head dove between Charlotte’s thighs, the salty tang hit her tongue and she moaned into her, drawing upwards to strum over her clit.

Charlotte swore loudly, hands moving from their designated place to burrow into Ali’s hair. Ali growled in warning, swatting the inside of her thigh. Elegant hands shot back up and Ali spiraled her tongue around her clit, drawing her toward the precipice. Ali wanted to devour her, hands gripped sloping hips in a vise-like hold, anchoring them both as she feasted on her core.

A shriek of pleasure flew past Charlotte’s lips as Ali entered her, driving her fingers in and out. Charlotte grabbed a pillow, pressing her face into it to muffle her cries. But Ali ripped it away, sending it flying across the room.

“I want to hear you,” Ali’s voice dripped with raw demand, Charlotte’s essence glistening on her chin.

“Lina…” Charlotte moaned when Ali curled her fingers inside her. “I want—I want to come with you.”

A rough rumble rose in Ali’s chest as she withdrew her fingers and stripped out of her underwear, shifting until her knees straddled either side of Charlotte’s head, the evidence of her desire very much within reach. Charlotte moaned as she drew Ali’s hips down and dove her tongue between slick folds. Ali groaned, hips rocking against Charlotte’s tongue as she climbed higher, pleasure already coiled low in her belly.

“So good…” Ali moaned while Charlotte sucked and flicked the tip of her clit, pleasure spiraling through her like a lit fuse. “Such a good fucking girl. Don’t stop.”

Her thighs began to tremble, control slipping, and she dipped her head back between Charlotte’s thighs, tongue returning to its work.

They rose together, Charlotte came first with a muffled cry, taking Ali with her as their orgasms crashed through them. Shudders ran through Charlotte, tectonic plates shifting beneath her skin, making her quake.

A heady bliss washed through Ali as she floated in her sea of pleasure. She rolled off Charlotte after they caught their breath, trailing kisses across her body before she gave her next order.

“On your hands and knees.”

Charlotte obeyed, and soon she was barreling toward a second shattering release. She came, clamping hard around Ali’s fingers as her body seized, and her moans turned guttural.

Ali didn’t stop there.

She kept Charlotte pinned facedown, one hand tangled in her hair, dragging her head back just enough to watch her writhe. With slow, deep strokes Ali fucked her, drawing out each shiver of pleasure, savoring every broken sound that spilled from her lover’s lips. Charlotte went wholly pliant beneath her, whimpering and pleading for release. And when Ali finally allowed it, she came hard, screaming Ali’s name into the pillow.

A stray thought wandered through Ali’s mind, she couldn’t wait to see the sour look on Victoria’s face across the breakfast table.

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CHARLOTTE

Three sisters stood before the mirrored wall for one last minute fitting, unnecessary though it might be. Lizzie’s dress had been a work of pure perfection for weeks now. It fit her like a glove, honoring the best of their shared features.