Sebastian untied her robe, and a blush bloomed on her cheeks as she shyly allowed him. Diana wasn’t a young woman. She’d carried a child. She imagined all the ladies in Sebastian’s life. As if reading her mind, he grabbed her chin and planted a kiss on her lips. “Don’t do that. I need to see you. Seeing you in my wet shirt earlier, as it clung to your curves drove me mad. Don’t deny me the opportunity to look at you.”
He pushed the robe from her shoulders and ran kisses along her throat until his lips met hers. Sebastian teased her mouth open. Diana moaned as he leisurely explored her. His tongue sparred with hers, promising wicked intentions. She bent her body into his, feeling as if it wasn’t enough. In truth, Diana was unsure if it ever would be.
She deepened the kiss. A laugh escaped him at her pushiness. Taking control, he grabbed her hips and ground Diana against his cock while owning and claiming her mouth with his tongue. Sebastian released her and she gasped. He stepped back, leaning on the dresser. He took his shaft out of his pants and stroked himself. “Take your gown off.”
His eyes glowed with desire. Her eyes lingered on his member, and she licked her lips. What was it about Sebastian Devons that made her want to be wicked?
Diana grasped her nightgown and tugged it over her head. His gaze roamed over her body hungrily. “I knew you would be beautiful. How will I get enough of you?”
He finished removing his pants and pulled her to him, rubbing his shaft against her quim. “Can you feel how badly I want you? How hard this cock is for you? It’s always like that.”
The ache within her most feminine place bloomed. “There are so many things I want us to do, but first, I want to bury myself in you. I need to take you, to feel that you are all mine. Do you want that, love?”
She nodded and he walked them backward until the back of her legs contacted the edge of the bed. She fell back, looking up at him. “Open your legs and touch yourself for me, Diana.”
Oh, she was a wanton woman because she didn’t hesitate. Diana spread her legs and touched herself while he stood in front of her wide-legged, stroking himself. “Is this how you play with yourself at night in your cabin when you are imagining me with my face buried between your luscious thighs?”
She nodded. He chuckled darkly. “Having you stare up at me like this is exactly how I imagined you. What do you want from me?”
A blush formed on her cheeks. “You know.”
He pumped his cock. “I’m not sure I do.”
She threw him a frustrated glance and his mouth tilted up in a wicked smirk.
“Sebastian, I want you in me. Please.”
He moved between her trembling legs and grasped her bottom, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. The tip of his large cock touched her core, and she whimpered.
“I’m not going to go slow. I need your quim now.”
She nodded, unable to speak. He was torturing her. And then she went breathless as he slammed into her. He groaned. “I havedreamed of us together, and it still couldn’t prepare me for this ecstasy. Nor how perfect your body fits with mine.”
He wasn’t lying. The same emotions filled Diana. The feelings both exhilarated her and sent a wave of alarm through her body. She didn’t want to think about what it meant. Diana wanted to be lost in the moment, the beautiful breathtaking experience.
He pulled her legs up around his waist and entered her over and over again. With each entry, her whimpers grew louder and more demanding, as did his. The ache that had been a slow bloom in her core now pounded towards release, demanding what it wanted. She followed Sebastian’s angry pace, feeding off of it. Until she let out a strangled moan as her body exploded. Waves of pleasure ebbed through her.
Sebastian grabbed the back of her head, kissing her deeply. His own strokes became frantic as she ran her fingers up and down his back. Racing to his release, he plunged into her with one more long earth-shattering stroke before pulling out and spending. He fell back next to her with a guttural moan.
Her body still pulsated from her release. They both lay their breathing heavily. “Damn woman. You may destroy me by the end of this trip.”
She laughed shyly at him. He stood and grabbed a cloth, cleaning her, then himself. The gesture was intimate. For a mad moment, Diana felt as if she was looking at who Sebastian would be as a husband. She inwardly winced. They’d promised each other they wouldn’t fixate on the future beyond their trip. He pulled her up and slid the bedding down. “Come.”
She smiled, feeling somewhat bashful again. “What are we doing?”
“Resting and then we are going to do that again.”
Diana laughed and moved beneath the covers with him. “Do you always spend the night when you do something like this?”
He wrapped his arm around her, pulling Diana closer to him. She thought he wouldn’t respond but Sebastian said, “I find myself doing all types of things with you that I never do with others. Swimming in coves, flamenco dancing, listening to counts drone on and on about their traditions.”
She burst out laughing. He leaned down to kiss her back and froze. Then he pulled the covers down. Diana remembered her scars and turned so her back pressed against the bedding. She looked in his eyes and gone was the laughter, replaced by fury.
“Who did that to you?”
Diana didn’t want to ruin the moment. “Sebastian, please forget about it.”
“Who?”
