He was kissing me again. Always kissing. With his tongue inside my cheeks, a soft caress against my own, he pressed his erection against my entrance, then slipped all the way inside. He stretched me completely, my body prickling with desire as he consumed every part of me.
He pumped in and out of me slowly, lifting my hands above my head and entwining our fingers as we fucked, and it really didn’t feel like fucking, it felt like something more. Everytouch, every thrust he gave me, as rough or demanding as it was, it still burned me with odd caresses that had me responding to his hands that held mine, and the tongue that continued to tangle with mine.
And just like that, there was no pausing or much breathing if I were honest. It was more static and sensations that blinded me with so many feelings at once. I felt disconnected to the outside world and lost in the sensation of Sebastian Reaper.
The desire that ran through me as his thrusts grew more purposeful was like a string that grew thinner and thinner until it eventually broke, leaving me crashing down into a sea of warmth—the warmest kind that left so much more even after it was over.
My body pulsed around him but before he succumbed, my spell prevented him from doing so that I placed on him earlier. “Do you want your release?” I asked him with a shuddering breath.
“Izzie…” He was practically begging, so I let him have it which dragged another one out of me as he emptied himself inside me. He caught my cry in his mouth and slid his tongue leisurely over mine.
Our lips parted as he gazed down at me, but instead of responding to his blues, I pulled my hands free of his and sought out his neck where I traced the hardness that defined every part of his body.
I was strangely content, and I wondered if he felt as sated as I did, but instead of asking, I continued to explore his body slowly until I ran across a small rise on his skin. Everywhere I had touched had been smooth and flawless except that one spot on his shoulder blade. I rubbed it again.
“What is that?” I finally spoke, breaking the silence. My voice was thick and full of proof that he was still completely rooted inside of me even now.
“A snail,” he said it so nonchalantly.
“A snail?” I was dumbfounded.
He nodded. “It’s the symbol of the curse I carry. The snail is the animal most humans associate with the sloth sin.”
I traced my fingers over the bump. “Huh,” I said thoughtfully. “How odd.”
He chuckled. “I’ve had it since the day the Devil cursed us all.”
“What does it look like? Let me see,” I pressed his face against my neck, smiling as his breath tickled my face. I raised my head up trying to see it on the upper left side. I ran my hand over it again when I found it with my eyes. “It’s blue,” I whispered.
It was a simple blue snail. Just like a tattoo. It didn’t look like a curse. I sniggered. “It’s cute.”
He huffed. “All right, don’t go laughing. If you think mine’s bad, you should know that August’s animal symbol is a toad.” I dropped my head down on the pillow, tired of holding it up to look over his shoulder. Lifting his head, Sebastian stared at me. “He fucking hates—” He stopped talking mid-sentence when I wiggled beneath him, gripping his semi-hard erection with my pelvic muscles in the process. He was completely hard again in seconds. Heat bloomed inside my stomach.
“You can’t be sated, can you?” he murmured as if pleased by that, eyeing my lips like he was about to kiss me crazy like he always seemed to do.
“So tired,” I admitted softly. “Don’t want to stop though.”
He studied my face before brushing my cheek gently. “I think my curse is affecting you when we embrace one another for too long.”
I smiled sheepishly. “It’s fine. It’s not as bad as the first time. I’m still awake and when we touch, it’s only intense when we go too long without holding each other.” We were glued together all over. I looked down at my breasts and his chest brushing together. “See? Instead of the full-blown orgasmic feelings I normally get, it’s tampered down to small butterflies against my skin.”
“So, are you saying we should disconnect for a little while, so you can get the good stuff?”
I snorted, gripping his arms so that he couldn’t leave me. “I’m satisfied either way.”
And with the press of his smile against my own, he twisted me around until I was lying on top of him. He let me roll my hips above him as he traced the sides of my breasts with his fingers. His eyes sought all the places on my skin, and soon his hands grabbed my ass cheeks and he worked my body over his, thrusting in and out in sensual, powerful strokes until we were both crying out as a passion so strong exploded between us.
Then I fell asleep with the darkness humming so low in my chest that I thought for a second it wasn’t there.
Eighteen
Sebastian
My cell phone blared long and loud somewhere in the room. It was dark. At some point, while staring at Izzie sound asleep, I turned off the floor lamp by the bed. I fell asleep next to her, knowing she’d be against me to wake me.
When I tried climbing out of bed in search of my phone, my arm stopped me from doing so. It wasn’t my arm; it was what lay over it, snuggled so tight against me in all the right places that something in my chest cracked and all these fucking crazy ass feelings came bursting in. I welcomed them though. I’d dated several women over the years but never had I been drawn to someone as much as I was to her.
I was falling too fucking fast, and I doubted my witch would believe me if I told her touch had nothing to do with me being all over her last night. We helped each other—she kept me awake while I calmed her darkness and settled her worries. But I wished to know more about the woman taking over my thoughts completely. Everything between us told me that Isabella Wen was my destiny. There was no way I was letting Harvest or anybody else take her from me or steal her from herself again.
