Deviating from the original plot

Chapter ninety-three

She leaned down again, capturing Celeste's mouth in a kiss that started soft before deepening. Their tongues met in slow exploratory strokes, tasting, teasing, retreating only to return with a little more hunger each time. Victoria's hands framed Celeste's face, thumbs stroking along her cheek.

Then she began trailing her lips along Celeste's jaw, down the sensitive column of her throat. She lingered at the pulse point just below her ear, pressing open-mouthed kisses there. Celeste giggled at the feeling.

Victoria smiled against her skin, then shifted lower, kissing a slow path across Celeste's collarbone. Her hands joined the journey, sliding up Celeste's sides in a feather-light caress, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the nightgown. Celeste moaned softly, and Victoria answered by cupping her breasts fully, kneading them with slow, deliberate pressure. She rolled her thumbs over the hardening peaks beneath the fabric.

Her hands found the straps of Celeste's nightgown. She traced them with her thumbs, then eased them down over Celeste's shoulders, pressing open-mouthed kisses to every new inch of skin revealed. Celeste arched faintly, offering herself, and Victoria answered by drawing the silk lower, lower, until the fabric caught briefly at Celeste's breasts before slipping free.

Victoria paused, breathing in the sight of her, moonlight painting soft shadows beneath the gentle curve of each breast. She dipped her head and kissed one peaked nipple, a tender press of lips, then opened her mouth and drew it in slowly, tongue swirling in lazy circles. Celeste's breath hitched; her fingers threaded into Victoria's hair.

Victoria lavished the same slow worship on the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to make Celeste shiver, then soothed with warm, wet strokes of her tongue. All the while her hands drifted downward, gathering the nightgown together with her underwear and easing it over Celeste's hips.

Her hand drifted down Celeste's side, tracing the dip of her waist, the swell of her hip, and her inner thighs until her fingers found the soft, wet place that ached for her.

She touched Celeste carefully at first, fingertips gliding through her wet heat. She circled her sensitive nub slowly, then it became firmer, making Celeste throw her head back into the pillows. Victoria kept the rhythm, watching Celeste's blissed face in the half-light.

Determined to please her more, Victoria slid lower, pressing kisses down the centre of her body, pausing to swirl her tongue around her navel before settling between her thighs. She gently kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, before finally tasting her, slow and deep. A single, deliberate lick from entrance to clit, then another, savouring the way Celeste's entire body arched like a drawn bow.

She kept it gentle, tongue moving in languid circles, lips closing to suck softly, drawing soft, broken sounds from Celeste's throat, then Victoria eased a finger inside her, curling slowly, stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth.

Celeste's breath fractured into a low, helpless moan as Victoria's tongue pressed flat and dragged upward again. Victoria hummed against her, the vibration rolling straight through Celeste's core, making her hips jerk.

Victoria kept her rhythm steady as she eased a second finger, sliding deep into Celeste with a gentle, insistent push. She circled the swollen bud of Celeste's clit with the tip of her tongue, teasing, then sealed her lips around it and sucked in rhythmic pulses that matched the slow curl of her fingers inside.

Celeste's back arched sharply, a broken gasp tearing free. "Victoria—" Her voice cracked on the name, raw and pleading.

Victoria pulled back an inch, breath ragged, lips slick. She searched Celeste's face, concern flickering through the haze of lust.