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This story follows right after When I'm Gone: Third Installment to GONE Saga, so if you haven't read that one or the two before, please do.

The timeline of the story will coincide with Gabriel Michael Laskaris' growing up years, starting at Seth and Rosa's wedding day, April 12th and will progress from there.

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Chapter Twenty-Three

First week of September
New York City

A knock at the door snapped her back to reality, a shiver running down her back as she looked away from the ocean view outside her window, eyebrows lowering as another knock, this one a bit harder, reminded her of where she was.

Moving away from the window, she rubbed her arms as she made her way across the living room floor, the rug soft under her bare feet.

She wasn't sure who was at the other side of the door but she didn't feel like having guests –there weren't many people who knew where she lived so she was actually drawing a blank as she looked out the peephole.

The surprise was swiftly followed by an uneasiness she couldn't explain as she undid the chain, turning the brass knob to open the door, "What are you doing here?"

He gave her a smile, his blue eyes moving over her in a way that made her uncomfortable, "Saw these flowers and thought they'd make you smile."

She looked at the bouquet of tulips he held, the colors vibrant against the deep green foliage before looking at him again, "How did you know where I live? No one in the band knows."

"I called Marley," Adam lifted a shoulder as he gave her a sheepish look, shuffling his feet slightly as he slid a hand into the pocket of his jeans, "Told him you invited me over for a movie but I misplaced your address."

"You lied to get my address," the uneasiness grew as she tightened her hand around the doorknob, leaning her shoulder against the wall to keep him from looking into her apartment, not exactly sure why, "That's kind of…creepy."

"Hey," Adam gave her a hurt look, "We're friends, right?"

"Yeah," the admission was drawn out as she took the tulips he thrust at her, his sudden movement surprising her into letting go of the door, "Yeah, I guess we are. These are really beautiful. Thank you."

"You should probably put them in water," Adam moved forward, Julie blinking fast as she moved back several steps to maintain her personal space, watching him walk into her apartment and close the door without an invitation, "Nice place you have here."

"Uhm," Julie bit her bottom lip as he walked into her living room, her stomach cramping in the strangest way, "I probably have a vase in the kitchen somewhere…I was going to go out in a few minutes to run some errands so…you can't stay long."

"Oh, don't worry," Adam shrugged as he turned to look at her, the intensity in his eyes making her very uncomfortable, "I won't keep you long."

She gave him a small smile, moving around the bar to search for a vase in one of the bottom cupboards, filling it up with water from the sink.

"You have a nice view," he stood by the wall of windows, his jacket tossed over the arm of her plush sofa.

If he wasn't staying long, why had he taken his jacket off?

"Yeah…it's worth every penny I pay," Julie set the vase of tulips on the bar, moving towards the front door, rubbing her clammy hands on the denim of her jean skirt, "I grew up in California so…"

"Were you a surfer," Adam turned around, moving across the living room towards the shiny black baby grand piano.

"Some," Julie watched him run his finger over the ivory keys, the notes high and clear, "I prefer swimming though."

"Hey," he pointed at her with a smile as he made his way around the armchair, "I used to compete in my high school swim team."

Julie nodded, moving a couple of steps back, mentally scolding herself for being so skittish but something about him was really bothering her.

"Julie," Adam watched as she bumped against one of the bar stools, "Are you scared of me?"

"What," Julie swallowed, her fingers gripping the edge of the stool's seat as Adam moved in, blocking any way to get around him, "Of course not. You're my friend…so why should I be scared?"

Adam smiled down at her as he reached out to lift the mermaid pendant off her chest, rubbing his thumb over the delicate features of her face, "Have you heard from Lian?"

"Uhm," Julie was working hard to keep her breathing even, unable to do the same to her fast beating heart, "No. He's…been on sabbatical. Natalie called a couple of days ago…she wants us to do a video for our duet as soon as he gets back."

"Your duet," Adam tightened his hand around her necklace, pulling her closer, "He hasn't even bothered to call you."

"Let go, Adam," Julie gripped his wrist, the silver chain digging into the back of her neck, "You're going to break my necklace."

He let go, the back of his hand grazing the neckline of her teal colored top, "Why won't you give me a chance, Julie?"

"It wouldn't work, Adam," she pushed pass him, flushing when his fingers brushed across her breasts, telling herself it was an accident –she just needed to get him out of her apartment, "We work together every da –Adam! What the hell?"

"You think you're too good for me, don't you," his voice was harsh as he spoke into her ear, his arms wrapped around her from behind, his hands gripping her wrists against her chest, "That I'm a lousy choice compared to the almighty Lian Young."

"Let go of me," Julie tried to break away but he was holding on too tight, her hands going numb at the lack of circulation, "Adam, you're scaring me!"

"Am I," Adam's teeth scraped against her neck as he forced her towards the couch, "You know, Julie, I've done nothing but be a friend to you, always there…but you just led me around like a dog on a leash."

"Adam, no," Julie's bare feet dragged against the wooden floor, her toe catching on the edge of the rug, a small cry of pain escaping her as it folded inward, "Please don't do this. I wasn't trying to lead you on."

"You're just like all the other girls," he held on to both wrists with one hand, the other one reaching down to yank at her jean skirt as he pushed his erection against her ass, "And now I'm going to teach you a lesson, you stuck up bitch."

"No," Julie cried out as she struggled against his hold, the Chinese sticks holding her hair in a twist slipping out, long curls tumbling around her pale face, "Please stop!"

"If it makes you feel better," Adam pulled at the neck of her top, his fingernails leaving red welts on her shoulder, "Feel free to scream out Lian's name –I won't hold it against you."

He forced her to bend over the arm of the couch, his knee pushing against her tense thighs as he easily subdued her struggles.

Julie didn't have many avenues of escape except for one.

It was probably going to kill her but there was no way she was going to let this bastard abuse and humiliate her this way.

Closing her eyes, she forced the fear saturating her entire being into the back of her mind, burying it into a black abyss as she let herself sink into the cold swirling deep inside her, the numbness calming her mind as her body temperature dropped by the second.

Her lungs expanded, pain slicing into the sides of her neck as she gasped in an attempt to find oxygen in the bit of humidity in the air.

The many mythical stories of mermaids having the strength to sink ships were based on truth –Julie could feel the strength that came with the change, her leg muscles rippling under thickening skin as she twisted her wrists out of his grasp, the coldness filling her making it impossible to absorb anything outside of herself.

She completely missed the brief hesitation a second before something slammed hard against a wall.

Feeling herself being yanked back, she fell onto the living room floor, curling into a fetal position as the sound of glass shattering snapped her back into herself.

Shivering, she gasped for air, watching Adam stumble across the living room, tripping over his own feet as a fist landed across his face.

Grabbing him by the neck of his shirt, he hauled him up to slam him against the wall, the thud of his head hitting the glass of a picture frame followed by the tinkling sound of showering glass falling to the wooden floor causing another shiver to rack her body.

"I'm going to kill you," Lian growled as he slammed him against the wall again before pulling back his fist, blood spurting out of Adam's nose as he kept hitting his face.

Julie closed her eyes, the warm wood of the floor against her cheek reminding her of human nature.

"Stop," she whispered, her voice wheeze from lack of air, the room spinning around her, "Please, Julian…stop."

A few seconds passed before she heard a groan then felt a hand gently brushing the hair stuck to her sweaty cheek, "Do you want me to call the cops?"

"No," Julie shook her head, feeling her lungs taking in air, reaching up to touch the side of her neck where there were three thin welts parallel to each other, "Just get him out of here –I don't want to see him –ever."

A thumb brushed over the arch of her eyebrow before he moved back to where Adam was slumped on the floor against the wall, the left side of his face swollen as blood dripped from his nose.

Lifting him up by his shirt, he shoved him towards the front door, "Tell Natalie you found another band to play with. If any of this gets out to the press –if you come near her again, I will make sure you never play again, understood?"

Adam nodded, catching himself before he went head first down the stairs at Lian's hard shove, his jacket flying over his head a few seconds before the door slammed shut.

Julie struggled to sit up, finally able to feel her legs as she tugged at the hem of her skirt, her body shaking –she was so cold.

A small gasp escaped her as he lifted her off the floor the warmth of his body soaking into her aching muscles as he set her on the couch, reaching up to brush her hair back from her face as he sat at the edge of the sofa, his body angled to be able to look into her eyes, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, unaware of how pale she looked or how her entire body was shaking.

Lian was sure if he didn't find a way to get her to react she was going to slip into shock.

"Hey, Julie," he used both hands to push her hair behind her shoulders, cupping her face as he moved to kneel before her, his knees bracketing her bare feet, "Look at me."

Her long lashes fluttered before she opened her eyes, no sign of tears as she looked at him.

"You got to let go," Lian stroked her cheek, recuperating quickly from the shock of seeing her eyes.

They were pitch black, no sign of the purple he was fond of, the empty coldness in them causing a shiver to run down his back.

"Let it out," he moved his hands down her neck, anger hot as he felt thin welts under his calloused fingertips, "You can't hold this in or it'll poison you."

He was so focused on her face he completely missed the rainbow hued scales peeking out from the hem of her skirt.

The overhead light glinted off them before they melted, leaving nothing behind but smooth hazelnut skin.

Lian gripped the sides of her head as he leaned forward to press his forehead against hers, "Please, baby…please cry for me."

Julie closed her eyes briefly, a shudder making its way down her slim body before a sob pushed past her lips, a solitary tear rolling down her cheek before the rest followed, her irises reminding him of amethyst –they were so bright.

Lian wrapped his arms around her, moving to sit next to her as she cried into his shoulder.

Stroking her back as she held on to him, he kissed the top of her head, reaching up to cup the side of her face as he placed his chin on her head, neatly tucking her into his chest, "It'll be alright. Nothing –no one –will ever hurt you. I promise."

Julie wasn't sure how he was going to keep that promise, being he was the one with the most power to hurt her but she didn't say anything.

Instead, she hung on to him the way she would have clung to a rock out in the middle of a storm-tossed ocean.


Weihai, China

"Did you enjoy the family reunion?"

Collin grinned as he moved his fingertips over her flat stomach, his head resting on a fist as he laid sideways beside her on the seashore, "It was…amazing. I'm sure being surrounded by mermaids at the bottom of the ocean isn't on many people's bucket list but man, am I glad I got to see that before I die."

Lyn laughed, a toss of her head sending ash blond curls tumbling down her back, "Not to mention you got to put those deep sea scuba lessons to good use."

Collin chuckled as he leaned forward to kiss her cheek, "Any deeper and I would have freaked out. I'm a land animal, after all."

Lyn grinned up at him, holding herself up on one elbow as she slid her fingers alongside his jaw to grip the back of his neck, their lips meeting with soft tenderness, a butterfly kiss slowly emerging from its cocoon and testing its tissue-thin wings before flying into freedom.

A spray of cold salt water landed on his back, causing him to shiver as he looked down towards Lyn's feet…well, what would have been her feet if she didn't have a full out tail at the moment.

"Sorry," Lyn blushed as more water sprayed up, the gold red color of the see through tail fins glittered with drops of water as it flipped out of the water before landing again, "I can't control that part of my tail."

Collin laughed as he moved his hand down the side of her petite body, the bright scales –varying shades of reds, pink and golds –slick as the ocean waves crashed into the surf, the water keeping the sand under their bodies saturated, "You're beautiful…I've come to a realization, though."

Lyn's eyes danced as she watched him move his hand over the front of the tail, his fingers tripping over the uniformed scales as he reached her stomach where pale pink scales ended a couple of inches below her bellybutton, a few doting higher up in random places –they reminded him of those shiny things his sister liked to sew into her skirts –sequins.

"What realization?"

He watched her close her eyes as she leaned back on both elbows, her head falling back as the sun shined down on them, the cold water covering the bottom half of their bodies retreating back into the ocean before returning in another wave, "The color of a mermaid's tail."

"What about it," Lyn opened one eye, her lips twitching into a smile as she watched him studying her tail, his fingers moving over the curves of what would have been her thighs and knees.

"It has a lot to say about their personality," Collin moved his hand up to her stomach, his forefinger circling her bellybutton before he moved it up and around her ribs to her back, his fingers stroking between her shoulder blades under the strap of her pink bikini top, "For example, yours. The colors vary from hot to pale –reds and pinks with gold thrown in for extra bling."

Lyn laughed, moving her arms up to circle his neck as he wrapped his arms around her, his upper body moving over hers, "Even mermaids love things that shine."

Collin grinned, placing a kiss on the corner of her smiling lips, his hands moving up to her shoulders, the ends of her hair still wet, the top having been dried by the hot afternoon sun, "You have such a vibrant personality…with so much passion yet gentle with a bit of shyness and a tender innocence to be protected –that's what your tail says about you."

Lyn kissed his mouth, running her fingers through his dark hair, "You're very perceptive, Mr. Littlesea."

Collin kissed her bottom lip, moving his mouth over her cheek towards her ear, "One question, though."

"Mhm," Lyn closed her eyes as Collin moved his hands down her back, his fingers tracing little circles over her skin, causing goosebumps to break over it.

"I noticed when we went under that some of your cousins had black eyes," Collin pulled back to look down into her purple ones, "But you and your aunt and those two other cousins of yours didn't. Why is that?"

Lyn smiled as she moved her fingers over his face, tracing his eyebrow from the outer edge inward, "Mermaids don't have souls –that's why finding true love is so important to us…because in doing so, we find our souls. Being under the ocean…it fills that hollowness inside us and turns our heart into ice –it keeps us from experiencing pain and disappointment but also from experience love and joy."

Collin reached up to stroke his thumb over her cheek as she kept explaining, "It's the reason our eyes turn black when we change –there's nothing inside but cold emptiness and it shows in our eyes –most of the cousins you met have not found true love but they still have time."

"So your eyes don't turn black anymore because of me?"

"Yes," Lyn smiled up at him as she touched her thumb to his bottom lip, "You are my soul."

Collin grinned as he kissed her lips, "That could really give me a god complex."

Lyn laughed, hugging him tight as the end of her tail flipped up another spray of cold water, "Don't you worry. I'll make sure and pop any overinflated ego you might get."

Collin laughed with her, pulling back to kiss her nose, "Aside from never finding true love, you are all immortal, right? Nothing else can hurt you?"

"We're not exactly immortal," Lyn moved her fingers over his shoulders and down his arms, his hard muscles rippling under her fingertips, "But we do live for a long time –unless something forces us to change outside of the ocean. If the change is completed before we get to the sea, we could suffocate within minutes…but if we change undersea and come up to the surface, we'll be fine for an hour or so."

Collin's eyebrows lowered in confusion, "We've been laying here for over three hours."

"That's because I have complete control over my change," Lyn tilted her head back before reaching for the bikini bottom that was a foot or so away, "Thanks to you, I can pick and choose what parts to change…as in tail but no gills unless I'm under water. Not only that, but I no longer feel the call of the ocean which means I can go in at any time and still return. Without true love, a mermaid is constantly hearing the ocean calling her name, especially on the half moon nights when it's strongest…it's also the safest time to go into the ocean because there's a balance between the ocean and the earth…it lets us feel the call of the earth as well."

Collin nodded as he watched her legs return, the colors bleeding into a rosy hue before it completely changed back to the light almond color of her natural skin.

Lyn's face was red as she pulled on her bottoms, biting her lip when Collin turned near black eyes towards her, a gasp escaping her when he moved over her, his mouth covering hers in a deep kiss with so much heat it had her squirming under him.

Collin moved his hands over her body, his lips following as he explored all exposed skin, the privacy of the cove they were in giving him the freedom to reach behind Lyn and pull at the strings that held her bikini top in place.

"Collin," Lyn gasped as she reached up to hold the scraps of fabric in place, "What are you doing?"

"No one can see us here," Collin whispered as he placed a line of kisses across her chest, "The house is above us and the bottom of the cliff curves in."

Lyn giggled as she let Collin toss her bikini top over her head, "The house is not the only place people can look from."

Collin looked over his shoulder –the small stretch of land they were at was surrounded by the cliff in a half moon circle, creating a private inlet as the ocean waves crashed up against the surf, covering their feet briefly before retreating.

During high tide, this whole spot was under water but right now, it was a perfect spot for a lover's tryst.

"I would hope your cousins have better manners than to come looking for us," Collin looked down at her face, his hand moving down the side of her body, thumb hooking into the side strap of her bikini bottoms, "It is the last day of our honeymoon, after all."

Lyn laughed, pulling his head down for a kiss that led to touching which led to the rest of their clothes being shed.

Before long, Lyn was wrapped around Collin, her fingernails digging into his back as they moved in rhythm to the crashing waves, their breathing heavy as they kissed each other anywhere they could reach.

She could feel herself losing control, her entire body shuddering before she let go, eyes tightly shut as she bowed under him, the vibrant colors swirling as she flew out into space, weightless and free for a few seconds before she slowly sank into the familiar wet silk of contentment and fulfilled desire.

Collin was breathing hard as he rolled onto his back, pulling Lyn with him as he felt his body relax. Closing his eyes, he buried his fingers into her wet hair as his heart slowed down, his lungs finally able to take in a full breath.

Lyn was certain there was no way she was going to be able to get up. Nuzzling her nose against his throat as she draped her arm over his broad chest, she decided there was no reason why she should get up.

Seconds bled into minutes, the high noon sun slowly making its way across the sky, the waves crashing over them, keeping their bodies from drying up under the hot heat of the orb above them.

Lyn was close to falling asleep when a sharp pain squeezed her chest, so sudden and surprising she couldn't hold back a gasp.

"You okay," Collin looked down at her, instantly worried at the glazed look in her eyes, "Lyn, baby, what's wrong?"

"We have to go back to the house," Lyn sat up, looking around to find her bikini, "I have to call Julie."

"Lyn –"

"Something's wrong, Collin," Lyn tied her top in place, the bottoms waded in one hand as her legs melded together, the smooth skin rising into bumps until the rows of scales was in place, the fins unfurling under the water, "I can feel her. I need to call her."

"Okay," Collin pulled on plain black Speedos followed by a black and blue wet suit, quickly and efficiently strapping on the air tank over his back as he cleared the mouth piece, grabbing the flippers as he made his way back to Lyn.

Not even five minutes later, they were both several feet under water to avoid the tide's drag, Lyn holding on to Collin's hand as she made her way around the cliff protrusion.

He was an experienced swimmer –having been taking scuba lessons for over four years now and even getting certified –but Lyn was the one with the oceanic sense of direction so Collin made sure not to let go of her hand.

Besides, that shark a mile or so away was looking a little too interested in them.

It didn't take more than half an hour for them to get to the shore, Collin removing the mouth piece and mask before taking off his flippers as Lyn stood behind him, slipping on her bottoms before running across the sandy beach towards the steps carved into the rocky hill that led up to the house.

Collin followed behind her, hoping that whatever was happening with Julie, it wouldn't be life threatening…he wasn't sure how Lyn would handle losing her sister.


Lian straightened up, a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, the glass all swept up.

Moving into the kitchen, he opened the lower cupboard where the trashcan was, dumping the glass in before setting the dustpan next to the can.

Seeing the tulips, he recalled Julie telling him to get rid of them right before she fell asleep in his arms where he had kept her for a good hour and a half before taking her into her bedroom.

Tossing the tulips into the trash, he emptied the vase before setting it upside down in the sink, the phone at the other end of the bar letting out a loud peeling ring.

Picking it up before it woke Julie he pushed the TALK button, "Hello?"

"Who the hell is this?"

Lian couldn't help the smile from stretching across his face, easily recognizing the voice, "Lian. Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon?"

"I am," Lyn answered him, her voice a little testy, "What are you doing in Julie's apartment?"

"Uhm," Lian ran his fingers through his hair as he moved around the bar, grimacing when he noticed a crack on one of the wall's window panes, "There was an incident –"

"What happened," Lyn interrupted him, her worry making her words come fast, "Is she okay?"

"She's okay, Lyn," Lian assured her as he leaned against the back of the couch, watching the boats on the marina a few feet away from the condominium building, "I think she should be the one to tell you what happened but just know, she's okay."

"Where is she?"

"She's sleeping," Lian looked over his shoulder towards the hallway that led to the back bedroom, "It took a while but…I think she'll be able to get over this."

There was a long stretch of silence before Lyn softly asked, "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

He took in a deep breath, watching the hypnotic bob and dip of a bright red buoy several miles into the sea, "Yeah…I am."

Lian couldn't help smiling at the sound of a soft sob followed by a sniff, "You're okay with that, right?"

He could hear movement on the other end of the line, almost like she had nodded before realizing he couldn't see her, "Yes, yes. I'm okay –does she love you?"

"If she gives me a chance," Lian crossed his ankles as he slid a free hand into the pocket of his jeans, "Just one chance to show her…"

Lyn sniffed, the overwhelming emotion she felt ringing in her words, "You need to give her a chance too, Lian…you both need to give each other a chance."


October 25th, 10:43PM
La Push

"Rosie, baby," Seth leaned against the door frame, rapping his knuckles against the white door, "You've been in the bathroom for, like, forty five minutes."

"Just get into bed, Seth," her voice was muffled through the door, "I'm working on your surprise."

"Ah," Seth rubbed his hands together as he headed to the bed, turning off the bedroom light but leaving the lamplight on the bedside table still on, "Happy birthday to me!"

Rose laughed as she turned the bathroom light off before opening the door, sliding a hand up the door frame as she placed the other hand on her hip, "You've been a very good boy this year."

"Yes, I ha–" Seth's voice cut off as soon as he saw his wife, mouth going dry as he let his eyes roam over her perfect curves.

She was wearing a white lace teddy corset with matching French cut panties, the soft light filtering through the sheer window curtains giving her skin a beautiful shimmer.

Rose smiled as he continued to stare open mouthed, dropping her hand from the door frame before moving across the floor, "Cat caught your tongue, Seth?"

Seth tried to swallow, his breath stuttering as she placed a hand on his shoulder before climbing up onto the bed to straddle him, "I…uh…"

Rose chuckled as she slid her hands up to frame his neck before leaning forward, her long hair –she had curled it to fall down her back –sliding over her shoulders as she kissed his bottom lip, "You what, baby? Do you like your birthday gift?"

Seth nodded, sliding his hands up her thighs, her skin soft and smooth as Rose moved over him, his head tipping back as she slid her tongue into his mouth.

The kiss was full of lust, hot and liquid, her hands fisting in his hair, a moan purling from deep inside her as he slid his hands up her thighs to cup her round bottom, his fingers sliding under the scalloped edge of the lace panties.

She let out a soft hum as she pulled back, the tip of her nose stroking over his, "This is your birthday gift…so I'm in charge."

Seth stared up at her in surprise for a few seconds before his lips spread into a smile, "You're the boss tonight, uh?"

"That's right," Rose nodded, a curl tumbling down to rest over the curve of her left breast, her deep breathing pushing out her breasts, the demi cups of the teddy teasing him with the possibility of a peek of her nipples, "I'm the boss tonight."

Seth would have laughed but Rose covered his mouth with hers, her hands moving over his shoulders then down his chest as she rocked her hips into him.

Groaning, Seth cupped her hips to keep her from moving but Rose reached down to move his hands up to place them behind his head, "Oh no. You misbehave again and we'll have to stop."

"Well, that's not fair," Seth watched as she placed a row of kisses along his jaw and down his throat, her lips blooming open over his nipple, "It's my birthday –shouldn't I get to do what I want?"

Rose chuckled as she dragged her fingernails down his triceps towards his armpits, Seth lowering his arms to capture her hands and keep her from tickling him.

"Okay," Rose leaned forward to press a kiss on his mouth, wrapping her arms around him, her breasts pressed against his chest, "You're right. You should get to do what you –ah!"

Seth's hands spanned her small waist as he flipped her onto her back, long curls spilling over the edge of the bed, his mouth on her neck making her laugh.

"Seth," Rose tucked her chin into her chest, the tickling vibrations of his mouth on her throat causing her nipples to harden.

"Now, since it's my birthday," Seth licked before nipping the soft skin stretched over her collarbone, "I'd like to unwrap my gift…starting with these."

Seth slipped the thin straps down her shoulders, his fingers tugging at the lace and freeing her breasts, the aureole two shades darker than the rest of her skin, the nipples puckered into hard little numbs.

"You have the most beautiful breasts," Seth's whispered words brushed over her skin as he slid his nose down the slope of her breasts, flicking the nipple before kissing the underside, the tip of his tongue sliding around and up between them.

Rose moaned, drawing up her knee beside his hip, dragging the cotton pajamas he wore up his leg, her toes rubbing against the back of his calve, the hair tickling the sole of her foot.

"I love how responsive they are when I touch them," Seth whispered as he covered one breast, his big hand gently molding and squeezing as he flicked his tongue over her other nipple, "I want to make you come just by playing with them."

Her moans slowly increased as he alternated between breasts, sucking and nibbling, wet little kisses from one nipple to the other then back.

"Seth," she wrapped her legs around him, tilting her hips to rub up against him, her panties wet against his hard crotch, "Please…I need…"

"Not until you come," Seth closed his teeth over her nipple, tugging at it as he used his fingers to do the same to the other one, "Come for me, baby, and I'll give you want you want."

Rose dragged her fingernails down his back, tilting her hips to rub up against him.

The coil in her lower stomach tightened with every suck and lick, Seth's hips keeping hers from moving.

Rose moaned in frustration, the heat building inside her but not exploding as she whispered pleas into his ear, "Por favor…Seth…te necesito…ahorita…ya,"

Seth gave her nipple a hard suck, the slight pain pushing her over the edge as she let out a soft scream, her body arching off the bed.

Seth pushed the gusset of her panties aside as he lowered his pajama pants, pushing into her as she started descending from her high only to shoot back out into space as he buried himself to the hilt.

It wasn't long before she was climbing another high as Seth moved in and out of her at a deep, hard pace, her screams and groans increasing in volume as she went spinning into another trip, this one having her splinter apart into millions of pieces as Seth slammed into her a few more times before he too let himself go.

Breathing hard as he collapsed on her, he buried his nose into her neck as she smoothed her hands up his back, her fingers stroking the back of his neck, "Happy birthday Seth."

Seth kissed the side of her neck before settling his head on her chest, "Best birthday gift ever."