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Zann’s arms flexed around her waist. “Me too.” Her breath was warm against Lydia’s ear as she murmured, “I love you.”

Lydia’s heart fluttered at the tenderness in Zann’s voice. “I love you,” she whispered as she half-turned in her arms, helpless to ignore the pull inside that demanded she kiss her. “I don’t want this night to end.”

The world disappeared the moment Zann’s lips touched hers, and she groaned as she twisted the rest of the way around, needing to feel that heavenly, full-bodied connection. She tangled her fingers in Zann’s hair as she lost herself in the sweetness of Zann’s kisses. Her entire body thrummed with a gentle electricity as they came together again and again and again, soft licks and gentle sucks melting into fuller, deeper kisses where their tongues danced languidly together, gently stoking the flame that burned between them.

Hours could have passed for all she knew as they stayed there, trading long, deep kisses and shorter, sweet pecks. It was familiar and comfortable and hot—god, it was so fucking hot—and while it was inevitable that they’d eventually end up tangled together in bed, neither of them seemed in a hurry to get there.

Lydia toyed with Zann’s hair as they rode the rising and ebbing waves of their desire, and when it became too much, she tightened her grip, tugging Zann’s head to the side so she could kiss a line across her cheek to her ear. Heat pooled in her belly at the way Zann gasped, sharp and breathy and wanting, when she nipped at her earlobe before pulling it into her mouth. Her hips jutted forward, desperate for more pressure, more friction, and there was no quieting the moan that bubbled in her throat when Zann grabbed her ass and crushed their bodies together.

Zann’s mouth was on hers again in an instant, the kiss hot and messy and demanding, and Lydia tightened her hold on Zann’s hair as she opened for her, giving her everything. For as much as she loved the way Zann yielded control, she really fucking loved the way Zann knew when to push, to press, to take, and she groaned, low and deep and absolutely wanton as her thoughts flashed to the toy she had pulled from her purse and tossed onto the bed when they’d rushed to change before the rehearsal.

“Yes, love?” Zann hummed, her voice tinged with a smugness that said she knew exactly where Lydia’s thoughts had drifted.

And, oh, for as much as Zann’s knowing did things to her, it was the easy way she called her ‘love’ that was her undoing.

“Bed. Now,” Lydia rasped, and then giggled when the hands on her ass dipped beneath the hem of her dress to grab the backs of her thighs and haul her upward. “Damn, that’s sexy,” she murmured against Zann’s lips.

Zann laughed. “Just don’t do anything that’ll make me drop you.”

Lydia whimpered when Zann punctuated her warning by tickling her inner thighs, making her squirm in a way that had her rubbing herself against Zann’s stomach. They both moaned at the sensation, and she locked her ankles behind Zann as she whispered, “You’d never,” against her lips before claiming them again.

She pressed her forehead against Zann’s when they stopped by the bed, and Zann lowered her ever so gently to her feet. They undressed each other slowly between passionate kisses, the hushed flutter of fabric punctuated with tender smiles as hands lovingly caressed every inch of newly revealed skin. She moaned when strong arms wrapped around her waist to pull her close, and her stomach clenched at the feeling of Zann’s skin against hers.

“What do you want, love?” Zann whispered, her voice as smooth as shadowed silk.

Lydia’s breath caught as Zann’s hands dipped to rub broad, soft circles over her ass. The spread of Zann’s fingers on her behind was as tender as it was possessive, and she whimpered as she rocked back into them.

Zann hummed, pleased, and nuzzled her lips as she gave her ass a firm squeeze. “You like this?”

“So much.” Lydia hissed when Zann’s nails raked blunt lines over her behind. The electricity that pinballed through her belly was delicious and, good fuck, she wanted more. “Zann…”

“Tell me what you want,” Zann purred, her voice thick with smoke and promises, “and you’ll have it.”

“You,” Lydia panted. “I want you.”

“How do you want me, baby?” Zann nuzzled her lips, the smile crinkling her dark, dark eyes giving away how much she was enjoying this little game. “Do you want my mouth?”

Lydia groaned when Zann licked at her lips, teasing her with the magic that tongue could weave. She just barely resisted the urge to say yes and push Zann to her knees in front of her, because dear god did she love the feeling of Zann’s mouth against her. But that wasn’t what she wanted right now. “Zann…”

“I know, beautiful,” Zann cooed. Her hands swept in encouraging arcs over Lydia’s behind. “Just tell me, and it’s yours.” She brushed the briefest whisper of a kiss across her lips. “I’ll give you everything.”

Though Zann was teasing her, there was a solemnity layered and laced within that promise of everything that made Lydia’s stomach flip.

“Your strap,” she begged as she writhed in Zann’s hands. Her knees turned to water when Zann exhaled a rough, “Fuck, yes,” against her lips, and she whimpered when the hands on her ass squeezed hard enough to pull her up onto her toes. “I want you to make me yours,” she murmured as a fresh wave of arousal crashed between her thighs. She licked at Zann’s lips. “I want you to ruin me.”

The low growl that rumbled in Zann’s chest as she kissed her, hard and open-mouthed and dirty, was borderline feral, and Lydia’s eyes rolled back in her head as she surrendered fully to Zann’s passion. She wrapped her arms around Zann’s neck as the pressure of her kiss bent her backward, fully expecting to be pushed onto the bed, and moaned when, instead, Zann’s right hand slid up her back to support her as she reached for something with her left.

The something was explained a moment later when leather brushed against her thigh, heavy with the weight of Zann’s cock.

Zann’s tongue fluttered against her lips, light and teasing. “Put it on me.”

Lydia clung to her for a moment as her entire body clenched at not just the command in Zann’s tone, but the idea of sliding the harness up Zann’s powerful legs and tightening it around her hips, and it took her three purposeful breaths before she was able to get enough control of herself to unwind her arms from Zann’s neck.

She lavished Zann’s throat, breasts, and belly with kisses as she lowered herself to her knees, and her mouth watered at the scent of Zann’s arousal when she settled in front of her. She took the strap in her hand as she nuzzled closer, burying herself in the heady aroma of Zann’s want.

“You look so good on your knees,” Zann murmured, widening her stance just enough for Lydia to be able to lick between her thighs, and Lydia forgot all about why she was on her knees in the first place when strong fingers wound in her hair and tugged her closer.

“You look good above me like this.” Lydia smiled up at her and licked a broad, heavy stripe through her before using the very tip of her tongue to deftly tease Zann’s clit from its hood. “So strong.” She circled the bud lightly. “Commanding.” She rolled her tongue against it, hard and heavy, and then kissed it softly as she whispered, “God, I love being on my knees for you,” before angling her chin and diving back in.