"Does he do these things for you? Can he satisfy you the way that I do?"

Aleksandr's fingers reach deeper and deeper into Dahlia's core. His pace is frantic, feral, as if he needs to see his beloved come undone on his long, skillful digits more than he needs to breathe.

Dahlia tries to turn her face away from him, the sight of her ex-fiance toying with her most intimate parts causing a wave of shame to wash over her body.

She can't deny the fact that he's bringing her to heights of pleasure she's never even dreamed of, but it isn't right. When he sucks on her neck and her lips, leaving marks on the expanse of her skin like a man possessed, it isn't right.

This entire ordeal isn't right. She isn't Aleksandr's anymore; no longer his to make love to, no longer his to make a mess of.

But she can't bring herself to put an end to it. Even as she tries to look away, Aleksandr uses his other hand to grip her chin, nothing painful or invasive, but it forces her gaze to meet his.

"Tell me, doll." His fingers slow down. Not to tease, but to worship, to better feel her warm and soft insides. The devotion never leaves his eyes, even as he stares down at the fingers opening her up.

"Does your husband ever get to see you be this wet?" He groans the question into her ear, voice all deep and husky from the unholy deeds they'd been committing for the past hour or so.

She tries to control her reactions, tries to stop herself from tightening and gushing around his fingers, but winning against the cunning blond had never been an easy feat.

When he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, she loses it, hips snapping forward as she tries to make sense of the overwhelming sensation racking over her body. Her vision turns white for a moment, not a single sight or sound interrupting her high.

When her senses return to her, so does her shame. She realizes that she had gushed a clear fluid all over Aleksandr's hand.

"Fuck, that was about the hottest thing I've ever seen." He mumbles and Dahlia has half the mind to comprehend what the hell just happened.

Did she... did she just pee on him?

He laughs.

"That isn't quite it, princess." Oh shit, did she say that outloud?

"Yes, you did."

Full of shame, Dahlia panics. She attempts to squirm away, but it only seems to amuse her ex-fiance further.

He pulls out of her, a temporary relief for the still panting girl. But it's gone as soon as he puts his fingers inside his mouth, sucking on them as if they'd been coated with the finest honey.

"D– don't do that! That's weird!"

Aleksandr smirks at her as he continues sucking, and at that very moment, he looks like the epitome of both heaven and hell, a portrait of sinful pleasure and pure devotion.

To her surprise, he kneels in front of her, sharp silver eyes never once looking away from her face, even as he shameless licks her twitching hole.

"What're you doing?" She manages to slur out between moans, even through her post-orgasm haze.

"I need you to do that again, sweetheart. Only this time, on my face. Maybe later, on my cock."