As the clock chimed midnight, you knew your assassin lover was bound to walk in any minute, and when he did you were going to be the first to give him a birthday surprise. You waited for an eternity it seemed until sleep began to overtake you. Sometime after you ascended into your dream, you were awoken by the closing of the bedroom door. He tried to be quiet, but the squeak of the hinge was enough to wake you. He stood there at the end of the bed, his chest raising quickly as he saw you laying there in the silk gown you’d bought just for this occasion. His eyes met yours and you saw a smirk playing on his lips.

“So sorry I’m late chére. Forgive me?” Not able to stay mad at him in his birthday, you beckoned him over.

“Of course. Je te pardonne. Now come get your present amour.” He then crawled up your body, smiling as he realized you were completely naked beneath the silk and he snaked it up as he moved up your body. Once his lips met yours, you leisurely kissed him for a while. Suddenly you pushed him over, climbing onto his hips as you leaned down and teased his neck. You then took his hands and put them over his head, tying them to he headboard so you could spend the next hour teasing his body before giving him the biggest release he’d had in quite some time.

Confession [@writer-of-smut]
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