I arrange them on the nightstand within easy reach but also visible to her, so she sees what I plan. And if she chooses, she can say no to it.
Bellamy lies on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow, her eyes following my every move. I remove my shirt slowly, aware of her gaze on my chest and arms. I’m not vain. I work out as hard as I do to maintain the stamina I require to get through the days and to tire my restless mind at night. But I know she likes the breadth of my shoulders, the contours in my arms, and the definition in my abs.
I leave my pants on just to frustrate her a bit, but also because as always, she threatens to undo me in a moment, and I want this to last for her.
I join her on the bed, kneeling beside her, swirling a finger across her soft belly, painting pictures on her skin. Her nipples harden immediately, and I waste no time lowering my mouth to one, then the other, tasting her, sucking on the tight, puckered skin and drawing soft moans from her lips.
My hands continue their exploration, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, slipping beneath the elastic of her panties to find her already wet. I smile against her breast.
“Eager,” I tease, circling her entrance with one finger but not entering her yet.
“Yes,” she admits with a breathy giggle, her hips lifting slightly to press against my hand.
I withdraw, earning a whimper of protest. “Patience,” I remind her, hooking my fingers into her panties and drawing them down her legs. Now she’s completely naked, vulnerable, and exposed. Just how I want her.
I take my time touching her, building her arousal with deliberate movements. My fingers trail up her inner thighs, teasing but never quite reaching where she wants me most. I drag my nails lightly over her stomach and circle her nipples until they’re tight peaks.
She’s quivering, her body moving, chasing my touch, needing it, and finding it nearly impossible to stay still and quiet.
I kiss her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth with the same thoroughness as my hands exploring her body. She tastes like wine and cake. Like magic and hope. Like my future. Like the queen I will make her one day. Rowan might have teased, but he and I have talked about it.
She’s not passing. She’s salvation. She’s magic. A goddess brought here just for me.
When I finally slide a finger inside her, she gasps into my mouth, her body arching off the bed. Her cunt is slick and sodamn hot, and I can feel her pulse around my finger as I work it in and out, adding a second when her body yields to the first.
“Sebastian,” she moans, her eyes half-closed, her lips swollen from my kisses.
“I’m right here, baby,” I tell her, curling my fingers to find that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “Feel good?”
“So good,” she manages, her hands fisting in the sheets and my hair.
I work her with my fingers until she’s panting. Until I can feel her thighs begin to tremble with the approach of her orgasm. Then I stop, withdrawing completely, leaving her on the edge but not over it.
“No,” she protests, her eyes flying open.
I hold in my smirk. My fiery girl looks beautifully murderous. “Did you think it would be that easy?” I ask, reaching for the lubricant. “We’re just getting started.”
I coat my fingers generously before I press one slick digit against her other entrance. The one we haven’t talked about or even played with yet. I watch her eyes, waiting for her to say no, requiring her consent even if I’m in charge and her body is mine to do with as I please.
She tenses momentarily but relaxes and sighs as I massage the tight ring of muscle.
“Keep going?”
Her teeth sink into her lip, and her gaze flickers over to the plug. It’s not big. It’s small—a hell of a lot smaller than my cock. She gives me a shaky nod and that’s all I need.
I take my time here, patient and gentle despite the dominance of the act and the way my blood roars with the possibility of all the ways I can fuck her. All the virgin places I can claim and all the ways I can own her. When I feel her body accept me, I work my finger deeper, preparing her for what comes next.
She wiggles against me, needing her pussy played with, but not yet.
I coat the cold metal of the plug liberally with lube. “Eyes on me,” I instruct as I position it against her asshole. She meets my gaze, her eyes dark with desire and trust. I push the plug in slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. There’s only the slight furrow of her brow, the parting of her lips as she adjusts to the sensation of the toy.
“Good girl,” I praise when it’s seated fully inside her. “How does that feel?”
“Full,” she whispers. “Different. Good.” She gives me a dirty fucking smile. “Forbidden.”
I reward her honesty with a deep kiss, my hand finding its way between her legs again, fingers sliding through her wetness. She’s even more responsive now, the plug heightening her sensitivity. I bring her close to the edge again, working her with two fingers while my thumb circles her clit.
Just as her breathing quickens and her walls begin to flutter around my fingers, I withdraw again. She makes a sound of frustration that has me smiling.
