I finally blinked and nodded, looking into his energies to see for myself. “I know. I don’t see their energies inside you.”
He let out a ragged breath. “If you know, then what am I waiting for?”
He came in quick, but his lips were gentle when he kissed me. Gentle as it was, he devoured my lips in slow, sensual strokes and once more, I leaned back into him, sliding against his lap, denim against denim as his erection pressed through and ignited a hunger within me. I loved the way he kissed, maybe I just loved kissing him. He was so thorough and precise with his mouth and tongue, almost like he knew the art of lovemaking needed to be experienced between our tongues until there was nothing left between us besides white, hot desire.
And, let us not forget my darkness.
Only in Sebastian’s caresses, its dark thoughts and needs were nothing but purrs. Even Julius’s creation stood no chance against what Sebastian could make my body feel. The darkness moved just beneath my skin and where his touch fell on me, it followed.
Our lips broke away, the fleeting moment our eyes opened and met, I was foolish enough to paint a happier version of my future—one with a blue-eyed Reaper that said whatever he was thinking and kissed a mere stranger like he had been waiting on her his entire life. I closed my eyes and counted to three, and when I reopened them, my gaze was fixed on the shirt he wore instead of his face. Something safer. Pressing my fingers against his chest, I thought about whispering a spell and making ourclothes disappear, but he had already pulled that move last time. Instead, I trailed my hand down his abdomen and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. In one quick movement, I pulled the shirt over his head.
I let myself admire all his ridges and although he had one of those pretty-boy faces; he was made of all these edges that told me a powerful man lay beneath me. One that used his power and strength for good instead of evil. I needed to stop comparing him to the evil in my life when there was nothing to compare.
Sebastian was a prince while Julius was the dirt on my shoe.
Once I was finished ogling Sebastian, he leaned forward, forcing me backward as he laid me down on the bed. Moving his legs to that he was on his knees, he bent over me, his wide chest looming above mine. He did nothing at first, just stared at me until I started to squirm underneath his gaze.
Then he lowered his head and kissed my collarbone before scooting lower. Heat blossomed through my core. I sucked in a breath as he kissed my stomach. I grabbed a handful of his hair and urged him lower, excitement and desire taking control of me.
He stopped at my jeans. When he started unbuttoning them, I was quick to help out and once we tackled my zipper; I lifted my ass in the air so that he could slide them down, panties too. I thought I heard him growl as he took in my need with how hard my hands shook as they made their way back into his hair.
His head lowered once more, my hands helped him get there as he got on his stomach. His breath touched me, I arched, and his mouth reached my clit. I gasped, he groaned. I ground my pussy into his face and held his head down, urging him on. My actions sent an invitation to rougher touches. I thought that maybe I drove him just as reckless as he made my body and heart feel.
I spread my legs further apart for him so that he could fucking do whatever he wanted with his tongue and mouth—or cock. I gasped again when he pressed a finger inside me while sucking my clit.
“Right there,” I whispered, but there was no way he wouldn’t know when I couldn’t keep my pussy from grinding his face.
His finger retreated, and he lifted his gaze up and met mine, a smirk within his eyes even though I couldn’t see his mouth. “Here?”
He couldn’t tease me. Because I teased back. I raised up and grabbed his hand that held one of my legs, grabbed it, moved it up toward my breasts—as far as they’d reach so that I could bend forward and take one of his fingers in my mouth. And I sucked. So hard. Until he muttered, “Fuck,” and rammed two fingers inside me at once with his other. I cried out, but I didn’t let go of his finger as I did. “That what you want?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm,” I whimpered.
Getting on his knees, Sebastian towered over me while keeping his fingers exactly where they were. I laid back comfortably while I teased and sucked. “Come for me, Izzie, and I’ll let you put my cock in your mouth before I fuck you with it.”
Oh, God.
He put his thumb over my clit, rubbing without mercy, and fingered me until the orgasm crashed over me. The hairs on my arms stood on end as he took me into another mind-blowing release. Sebastian watched me with a controlling intensity in his stare. It was when I was crying out from my desire that the suctioning stopped from my lips. He used that opportunity to replace his one digit with two. He groaned when I resumed sucking.
Two fingers in my pussy. Two in my mouth. And I still wanted more of him.
Then he was removing his hands, earning a needy protest from me. He made everything better when he dropped some of his weight on me and kissed the ever loving darkness out of me. I moaned, wrapped my arms around his so that I could sink my nails into his back. I could taste me on his tongue.
“Need inside you,” he said through our heavy tongue and teeth battle.
I answered through smothering kisses. “Which way?” He smiled against my lips.
“As much as I want that mouth, I’ll wait until I take you out on at least one date.”
I laughed, a warm, fuzzy feeling hitting my chest. “You mean guiding the dead and those trips of chasing down bad guys weren’t dates?” I asked him.
“Fuck no, Izzie,” he muttered, real serious about this issue. “Just wait, I’ll wine and dine the fuck out of you. I’ll earn that blowjob you’re gonna give me.”
What hurt was how hopeful I was that he meant it.
Shit. He was making me feel everything.
“Then, I’ll be waiting.”
