Urban God of Rebate: Infinite Returns Of Women And Powers

The suite’s ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the sprawling king bed, the city skyline glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sean had barely closed the door before Olivia pressed herself against him, her lips finding his with a hunger that had been building all evening. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer.

Sean groaned softly, his own hands finding the small of her back, drawing her hips against his. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a slow, exploratory dance. When he finally broke away, breath heavy, he murmured against her ear, ”You’re so beautiful tonight, Liv.”

She blushed—that adorable flush spreading down her neck—and whispered, ”Show me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers found the zipper of her dress, drawing it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She stood before him in only lace panties, her skin gleaming under the soft light.

Sean’s breath caught. There it was—the tiny microphone tattoo just above her navel, delicate and playful. He traced it with his fingertip, watching her shiver. ”I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he said, his voice low. ”That little ink... makes me want to taste every inch of you.”

Olivia’s eyes fluttered closed. ”Then do it.”

He guided her back onto the bed, her body sinking into the plush duvet. His mouth started at her collarbone, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her sternum, over the swell of her breasts. She arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips as he took a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue before sucking gently. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

He moved lower, kissing down her stomach, pausing at the tattoo. He pressed his lips to the tiny microphone, then dragged his tongue in a slow line down to the waistband of her panties. Olivia’s hips bucked instinctively.

”Sean... please...”

He hooked his fingers into the lace and slid them down her thighs, revealing her completely. She was wet—glistening,The suite’s dim golden light softened every edge—the silken curtains, the wide bed with its crisp white sheets, the glass of wine still half-full on the nightstand. Olivia stood by the window, her back to Sean, the city’s glitter sprawled below like a promise. She felt his hands settle on her hips, warm and sure, pulling her back against his chest.

”You’re trembling,” he murmured, his lips brushing the curve of her ear.

”Nervous,” she admitted, turning in his arms. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, working them slowly, one by one. His chest was bare underneath—smooth, warm, the muscles tensing as her knuckles grazed his skin. She let the shirt fall, then pressed her palms flat against his pectorals, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath her touch.

Sean’s hands moved to the hem of her dress, a deep burgundy silk that had clung to her curves all evening. He lifted it slowly, the fabric whispering over her thighs, her hips, her stomach. She raised her arms, and the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but lace panties and the soft glow of the city lights.

His gaze dropped. There, just below her navel, a small microphone tattoo sat perfectly centered—cute, delicate, a playful nod to her love of karaoke. He traced it with his fingertip, featherlight, and she sucked in a breath.

”I noticed this earlier,” he said, his voice low and rough. ”But now I get to see it up close.”

He knelt, pressing his lips to the ink, then to the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her panties. Olivia’s knees buckled slightly, and she steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder. His mouth wandered—kissing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, the soft plane of her stomach. Each touch sparked a shiver that raced down to her core.

”Lie down,” he whispered, rising to guide her onto the bed.

She obeyed, her back sinking into the mattress as he climbed over her, his body a warm, solid weight. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. His tongue circled one nipple, then the other, until they peaked into hard, sensitive buds. She gasped, arching into his mouth.

”Please,” she breathed, not knowing exactly what she was asking for.

He smiled against her skin. ”Not yet. Let me taste you first.”

He trailed kisses down her sternum, over the microphone tattoo—he gave it another long, deliberate lick—and further, until his face hovered between her thighs. She was still wearing the panties, a delicate black lace, already damp from her arousal. He hooked his fingers into the sides and slid them down, baring her completely.

The first touch of his tongue against her folds made her cry out. He was gentle at first, exploring, savoring. His mouth closed over her clit, and she fisted the sheets, every nerve ending igniting. He licked in long, slow strokes, then faster, circling that sensitive nub while his fingers parted her open. The wet sounds of his mouth working her filled the room, mingling with her gasps.

”Sean... oh god...”

He hummed against her, the vibration sending a jolt through her pelvis. One finger slid inside her—just the tip, testing. She flinched, but it was a good flinch, a needful one. He pushed deeper, feeling the tight, virgin grip of her walls, and she moaned, her hips rocking against his hand.

”You’re so tight,” he murmured, lifting his head just enough to watch his finger disappear into her glistening heat. ”So fucking wet.”

He added a second finger, stretching her carefully, and she whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair. He pumped them slowly, curling upward, searching for that spot that made her knees lock. When he found it, her back arched off the bed.

”Right there, yes don’t stop”

He didn’t stop. He buried his face back between her legs, sucking her clit while his fingers worked her g-spot, building a pressure that coiled tighter and tighter. Her thighs clamped around his head, her breath came in ragged pants, and then she shattered—a sharp, trembling orgasm that flooded her senses. She cried out his name, her body shuddering through wave after wave.