Vlad looked down at Sebastian’s parted lips. The stylist had put something on them and they looked even redder than usual, a stark contrast to Sebastian’s pale skin. Sebastian moistened them with the tip of his tongue. “Let go,” he said again, his bottom lip trembling. Vlad had to taste it. He needed to. The force of that need was beyond anything he’d ever felt—he was fucking shaking with it—and he was helpless to stop himself as he surged forward to suck on that luscious lip.
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