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Zann inhaled shakily, the sound ripe with a tremulous note of fragile surrender. “Lyds…”

“God, Zann…” Lydia chased after her lips, and moaned into the kiss as Zann deftly flicked open the button on her slacks. She clung to Zann as she was lovingly stripped bare, and once she kicked the last of her clothes aside, she scratched her nails down Zann’s back to her waist.

Before she could even seek Zann’s consent, it was granted with a whimpered, “Please,” that trembled with desperation, and Lydia licked at her lips as she twisted the button of Zann’s jeans free.

The ragged rush of Zann’s breath crashing against her lips as she worked her zipper down was a high like none Lydia had ever experienced, and Zann’s broken, keening mewl when she began working her jeans and briefs over her hips was so exquisitely lush with desire that it made her head spin. She caressed every inch of skin she could reach as Zann stepped out of her clothes, and smiled against her lips as strong hands wrapped around her waist to draw her closer.

“You feel so good,” Lydia whispered as the warm, silken press of Zann’s skin against hers sent a gentle pulse of heat through her belly.

“You do,” Zann countered huskily as she turned Lydia and pressed her gently, ever so gently, down onto the bed.

Lydia’s throat tightened at the wonder that shone in Zann’s eyes as she settled against her side and their legs intertwined, and she forgot how to breathe as dark eyes stared into her soul as adoring fingers painted a line from her hip to her breast. She felt painfully exposed beneath Zann’s tender gaze as she surrendered to her touch, and yet she needed more.

She needed everything.

She wrapped her arm that was trapped beneath Zann’s around her waist to draw her closer, and caressed the back of Zann’s forearm as she arched her back off the bed pleadingly. “I need you.”

“You have me,” Zann whispered just as ardently as before. Her breath trembled with the weight of the magic that had befallen them, and she cradled Lydia’s breast in her hand as she nuzzled her lips. “I’m yours.”

Lydia’s breath caught on a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a sob. “Zann…”

“I want to worship you.” Zann kissed her sweetly, so goddamn sweetly that it brought tears to her eyes. “I want to drown in your taste. Your scent. I want to feel you come undone against my mouth. Around my fingers. Against my skin.” She sucked in a breath that shuddered with fragile desperation. “I want to lose myself in you. Your cries of pleasure. Your touch. The roll of your hips, and the press of your fingers on my skin. Lydia, I—”

“Please,” Lydia choked out. “Please. Yes. That. All of that.” She covered Zann’s hand on her breast and pressed herself into it. “Zann—”

The rest of her plea was swallowed by Zann’s lips against hers. She released her hold on Zann’s hand and stroked the corded length of her arm, marveling at the way Zann’s muscles twitched beneath her touch. She parted her lips with a sigh, inviting Zann in as she tangled her fingers in her hair, and moaned when Zann’s tongue dipped between her lips to slide around her own.

The kiss was heaven personified, and Lydia’s head spun as Zann’s touch matched that languid, hungry tempo as she caressed her from breast to hip and back again and again and again. It was a moment wrapped in an ethereal sensuality, and she whimpered piteously when Zann broke away to lay a trail of chaste, adoring kisses along her jaw to her ear.

“Shh,” Zann hushed, her voice as gentle and warm as her fingers that splayed comfortingly over Lydia’s hip. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

And, oh, how she did.

Lydia scratched at Zann’s scalp as she kissed a reverent path down her throat to her chest, and she fought to keep her eyes open so she could watch the way Zann’s lips puckered and parted to close around the swell of her breast, her nipple, her belly. Zann’s face was an erotic mask of desire tempered by restraint as she devoted herself to worshipping every inch of her body.

Lydia gasped when her entire body clenched at the feeling of Zann’s breath ghosting over her clit as she settled between her thighs, and she rolled her hips beseechingly when, instead of touching her like she wanted, like she needed, like she craved, Zann’s arms wrapped around her thighs to pull her open wider so she could lavish her inner thighs with heavy, wickedly wet kisses.

“Zann, darling, please,” she whispered. She threaded her fingers through Zann’s hair and tugged imploringly. “I want you.”

Zann’s powerful shoulders bunched as she froze with a long inhale, and then she relaxed as the breath left her on a scraped whine that trembled with surrender as she allowed Lydia to guide her to where she was most needed.

“Baby,” Zann exhaled as she hovered just out of reach.

Lydia groaned as Zann hovered there, just out of reach, her breath waltzing gracefully over her clit, lightly teasing, and spread her legs wider as she tugged at her hair again. A long, low, thoroughly satisfied moan spilled from her lips when Zann finally closed those final few centimeters to lick a broad stripe through her folds, and she gave up her battle to keep her eyes open as Zann’s tongue pulsed and swirled around her clit.

“Yes,” she hissed, tipping her head back on the pillow as she gave herself over to Zann’s touch, trusting that she would take care of her. “Just like that.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head when Zann moaned wantonly against her as she settled fully into her task, and it was all she could do to remember to fucking breathe as she was devoured with slow, heavy licks that made her toes curl and light, fleeting flicks that had stars flashing behind her eyelids. Zann played her body like a master, using the press of her fingers and the silken glide of her tongue to guide her to heights she’d never even glimpsed before.

She tightened her hold on Zann’s hair as she masterfully led her closer and closer to the edge before easing her away just enough to hold her there, trapped in a blissful limbo. It wasn’t a tease so much as a slow, ruinously thorough devouring. She grabbed Zann’s right hand with her left to ground herself as Zann’s lips closed around her clit to suckle against it, and there was no silencing the moan that bubbled in her throat when that beautifully wicked tongue joined in to tap and swirl and tease the sensitive bud as well.

“Please…” she begged, too lost to summon any other words.

“Not yet,” Zann murmured, her voice rough in a way that suggested she, too, was dancing along the line of release. She twisted her hand to lace her fingers with Lydia’s as she lapped lightly at her center. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Fuck.” Lydia writhed, trying to coax Zann’s mouth to where she ached for her. When it didn’t work, she tried another choked, “Please, Zann.”

Zann’s answering whimper was delicious, and Lydia clenched as it washed over her. She squeezed Zann’s hand and rolled her hips again, and moaned long and low and deep when Zann sucked her clit between her lips, and she began suckling and pulsing her tongue against it in earnest.