“I’m new to this.”
“I know. In a way, I am too. But if we’re going to make it, we have to talk. We can’t bottle things up, holding them in until they explode or grow necrotic.”
“You’re right. I know you’re right.” She climbs onto my lap, staring deep into my eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I think we both got lucky.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Losing my hands in her hair, I bring her mouth to mine,kissing her deeply. Our tongues swirl and play, taste and devour. Grow with need and desire. Her hips undulate, her body grinding against me, and never will I tire of this feeling with her. She gets me so hard, so impossibly hard, and all I can think about is how tight she is when I squeeze myself inside her.
“Bellamy,” I murmur against her, already breathless and shaky with need.
I let my hand drift up her back, under her nightshirt, groaning when I meet only skin and no evidence of a bra to hold me back. My greedy hands and eyes can’t wait, and I pull her shirt over her head, marveling at her beautiful breasts, at how perfectly they fill up my large hands. She moans, rocking harder into me, her fingers twisting the fabric at the bottom of the T-shirt I threw on when I woke up and found her gone.
Reaching behind my head, I pull it off and toss it on top of hers. Then I tug her against me, anxious to feel the warmth of her skin, her soft breasts against the hard planes of my muscles. Noises escape us both, and I’m kissing her again, incapable of stopping.
“Sebastian,” she hums into me, and that sound, my name on her lips, will never grow old. Her fingers pet my abs, my muscles bunching and rippling at her touch. Impatiently she tugs on the drawstring of my pajama pants, and I lift her off me and set her beside me on the couch. With a slip of the knot, I undo my pants, sliding them down my legs, watching as she does the same with hers.
The moment she’s fully naked, I bring her back over me, her pussy opening up and sliding along my dick as she straddles me. She does it again, our eyes glued to the spot we’re joined. The blunt head of my cock rubs her clit, and she sighs, her eyes momentarily closing only to immediately reopen, unwilling to miss any of this.
She’s drenching me in her, the smell of her arousal makingmy mouth water and my muscles tight with need. “On me,” I command, my threadbare control at its end. She doesn’t have to be told twice. She shifts her weight onto her knees, my hands on her hips, and she guides herself down on my cock. Inch by inch, she takes me deeper inside her, stretching around me, adjusting to my size.
My head falls back against the couch as her tight, wet pussy engulfs me.
Slowly she rises, swishing her hips forward and back, her body moving over mine in succulent torture. With a shuddering breath, I open my eyes, cup the back of her head, and pull her forehead to mine. I stare into her eyes, holding her like this as we move, me up, her down. Gently my hands run along her hips, the downward slope of her belly to the top of her mound and then up. Everywhere I can touch her, I do.
She pierces down on me, keeping up this agonizing pace. Sweat coats my back at the restraint it’s taking not to fuck her wild. Trembles and shakes skate through us both as she rides me.
“I love you,” I pant against her lips, staring so deep into her eyes I’m not sure where I end and she begins.
“Love you,” she manages, breathless as my thumb finds her clit and rubs circles on it. “Tell me.” She gasps when I press firmer. “Tell me…tell me…”
I smile. “Tell you what, beautiful? Tell you how good you feel on my cock? How it’s killing me not to fuck you harder, but the gorgeous blissed-out look on your face is holding me back? Tell you how I burn for you to the point where I can’t get enough of every inch of your body and cunt?”
“Yes. That. All of that.”
So I do. I tell her a thousand dirty things while I make love to her. Because that’s what we’re doing. It might be raw, and it might be a bit crude and a touch dirty because it’s us, but I’mmaking love to the woman I am hopelessly, endlessly in love with.
And when she starts to beg me and her movements grow uncoordinated and she’s so very close, I palm her ass and flip us over so she’s on her back and I drive into her. I drive into her over and over until she’s a whimpering, shaking mess. Until she’s thrashing and clawing and crying out, her sounds echoing off the towering ceilings and endless books. I follow after, a vicious orgasm barreling through me, leaving me spent on top of her, half hard inside her.
I grab the blanket that fell to the floor, wrapping us in it, and I hold her quietly as we stare at the flames. She’s smiling, and it’s a smile I haven’t seen on her these past couple of weeks. It’s a smile that fills my heart, knowing bringing her father here is the right call, knowing I’d do anything to keep that smile there for the rest of her life.
She has no idea all I have planned for tonight at the ball. She just knows her life is about to change. Both of our lives are. Tonight is when it all begins for us.
27
SEBASTIAN
“Are you ready, sir?” Javier asks as we’re standing before the double doors that will lead us into the ballroom. Guests began arriving an hour ago, having to go through multiple security checkpoints before being escorted here. On my arm is my aunt, on her other side is Rowan. Bellamy and the children will be down in about thirty minutes. I wanted to make sure everyone had arrived and the front gates were closed before they entered.
“Yes. You may open the doors.”
Althea squeezes my forearm and Rowan straightens his spine. A bubble of energy builds within me. Not an apprehension necessarily, but the weight of what we’re about to do. The risk I’m taking with all of this isn’t lost on me.
From the other side of the door, the attendant calls out, “His Majesty, King Sebastian of Messalina, Prince Rowan of Messalina, and Lady Althea of Alarie.”
