Page 30 of Bewitching Sloth


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He was burning up against my skin or maybe it was vice versa. I dropped my gaze and licked my lips when I saw the huge-ass erection trapped in his jeans. He’d better eat me alive until I passed out. This with Sebastian was dangerous because he did something to the darkness in a way that was almost similar to Julius, and my body… Julius had been hypnotic, he had a pull, but this was… just me and Sebastian and how my body responded to his touch. It wasn’t control. It was simply unbelievable lust ignited by our touch and most likely the darkness.

I wouldn’t regret giving my body over to this Reaper.

“You know what’s happening,” his voice was raspy. He slid a finger up my shirt, then moved his other hand to join, ripping my shirt in the middle. His blue eyes blackened like a demon’s did seconds from preying on their victim. The thin black bra I wore did little to hide myself from those devouring eyes. “I want to see everything.” He bent down, yanking at my jeans. “Take these fucking pants off,” he snapped, and my stomach dipped into lava when he did.

“Don’t let me hurt you,” I whispered as he tore me out of my jeans. I pulled him up and wrapped my arms around his neck. Black eyes held me captive, but I didn’t care. More like, I wanted to be captured.

He blinked, blinked, then pulled away from me some. “Wait, Izzie,” he muttered, shaking his head.

I frowned.

“Shit,” he groaned, opened his eyes—they were once again blue—and looked at me. Just like that, they filled with lust at the sight of me. “I think you transferred what power you took from August to me.” He looked as if he were trying to regain a part of himself while I was falling deeper into our touches and had no plans on coming up for air.

“Why?” That wasn’t possible…

“Because I can feel it,” his eyes darkened over me. “His sin.”

“His sin?” My frown deepened.

“Yeah… I’m feeling really fucking greedy right now,” he murmured, pulling me into him and tracing the edge of my ear with his teeth. I moaned and gripped his arms. “It’s making me take something I have no business taking.”

“What’s that?”

“You,” he answered then while holding the nape of my neck possessively, he branded his lips on mine. My legs gave out, but he caught me. Maybe he was right because I felt so weak in the most delicious way. I dangled in his arms as he pulled away from my mouth. “Tell me to stop or you’re mine for tonight.”

“Kiss me,” I rasped instead.

My panties and bras disappeared as his massive body loomed over mine. He didn’t hide the fact that he was staring down at my nakedness. I didn’t know what kind of power Sebastian wielded, but I wasn’t about to complain that he used it to take the rest of my clothes off. “Stand on your tiptoes, witch, and kiss me yourself.” I didn’t have to be told twice, I did as he said and threaded my fingers through his hair as I brought his lips down on mine. He groaned as he delved his tongue into my mouth. I raked my teeth across his bottom lip and he scooped me up in his arms.

“Does your darkness like me, Izzie?” I nodded my answer. “What about you?” he asked. I remained silent as he stepped into his room. “I’ll have to remedy that.” He placed me on his bed then climbed over me. My body was weak and overflowing with so much pleasure. The longer we touched, the more intense it felt. “If you let me have you for tonight, I might want to keep you.”

“Or…” I whispered, sliding my hand up his cheek. “If you’re right about me giving you your brother’s sin then once it wears off, you’ll most likely regret this.”

He placed his mouth next to my ear. “That’s the thing about it,” he whispered. “It only made me greedy for one thing.”

“What’s that?” I shivered.

“Your touch.” He cupped one of my breasts, squeezed almost painfully before pinching my nipple. I arched into his touch.

“You have it,” I moaned.

“Not enough.” His hand slid down my stomach and cupped my sex. “I won’t be satisfied until I’ve touched you inside and out—maybe even then, it won’t be enough.” He leaned up, staring into my eyes. “I might need you to bare your very soul to me.”

“You ask a lot from someone you only just met.” I gasped as he slid a finger between my folds.

“I give as much as I take,” were the words he gave me before plunging a finger into me. His thumb teased and rubbed my clit as he stared down at me, working me into a frenzy with his finger.

“Sebastian,” I gritted out through heavy breathing. I reached up and pulled at his shirt. He knew exactly what I wanted because he got rid of every stitch of clothing he had on. Swallowing hard, I drank in his impressive build. My eyes closed as my legs spread and ass squirmed around as he felt me up with a single finger.

With his other hand, Sebastian slid his index finger across the valley of my breasts and I felt the traces of the darkness follow after his touch. “Tell me you don’t feel what I feel when I’m touching you?” he asked.

“Which finger are we talking about?” I grinned despite the burning desire coursing through me. “The one sliding down my chest or the one inside me?”

He smiled as he took his hand from my chest and placed it underneath me, then he lifted me up and positioned me on his lap so that I straddled him. He removed his hand from between my legs and I sucked in a shaky breath as he purposely rubbed his erection against my own needy flesh. We were naked, and his bedroom was completely lit. He saw every part of me while I saw all of him. Only it was in that moment that I let my gaze drift down between us to see what I so desperately wanted.

Of course, his cock was as beautiful as him. It was also intimidating as hell since I hadn’t slept with anyone in the last year. I reached down and gripped him roughly in my hands. He groaned, and I grew slicker. His skin was velvety soft but hard as steel with his desire for me. I lifted my gaze and met his. Something flashed in his eyes, or more accurately they hollowed out. Barely. But I saw it. His skin rippled and seemed to move underneath my touch before he grabbed a handful of my hair and tilted my head back.

He claimed my mouth the way I wanted him to—rough and thorough. In his arms, I was lax as he probed his tongue deep into my mouth. It had me picturing how his cock would feel in my mouth instead. I had no energy, but I felt everything. Everywhere we touched, he took more of me. Every second I let it continue, the darkness crawled over my skin and chased his touch as if he was its darkest salvation.