It’s like I need control and yet I need someone to overcome me so I can feel in control of that. I can’t explain it. But it flows and moves and breathes in my head. I take his hand, anoverwhelming sense of gratitude swirling through my blood. This man has seen me at my worst and continues to stand by my side, unwavering in his love and devotion.
He was scared and reacted as such. But his love has always been there. Always been constant. I know that now, even when I was doubting it before.
The shower’s steam engulfs us, surrounding me like a warm, soothing balm. I sigh and nearly orgasm just from that. A hot shower after being locked in a tower might be the best thing ever. That is until Sebastian steps in behind me, his strong arms encircling my waist as he pulls me close to his chest.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he murmurs into my ear, his voice gentle yet firm, making heat coil low in my belly. I lean back against him, my body trembling from the aftershocks of the ordeal, yet wanting everything he’s promising. His hard cock presses into my back, and I shiver all over again, this time from lust.
Sebastian reaches for the shampoo bottle, squirting a dollop onto his palm. He begins to massage it into my hair, his fingers working through the tangled mess with ease. Soft sighs escape my lips as his expert touch brings relief to my tender scalp.
“That feel good?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I whisper, the words barely audible above the patter of the water.
“Good. Because it’s only the beginning,” he replies.
I spin in his arms, reach up, and run my hands over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles before winding my arms around his neck. Our eyes lock, and without hesitation, I pull him down for a passionate kiss.
“Sebastian,” I breathe against his lips, “I want you.”
A surge of need courses through me as his eyes flicker with a mixture of danger and desire. He lifts me effortlessly, my legswrapping around his waist as he presses me against the cool tile of the shower wall. My round belly sits between us, and he runs his hand over it, stroking it adoringly, protectively, possessively.
“You want this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply, conviction resonating within me. “Please.”
Without another word, he captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue seeking mine with fervent hunger. His hands roam my body, caressing my breasts and teasing my clit, spiking my arousal. The familiar heat between my legs intensifies, my body begging for his touch. Needing to feel alive. Bold. Unstoppable.
“Sebastian,” I moan, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “Please.”
“Oh, my queen needs to come?” I can feel his smirk against my lips.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
“That’s my good girl,” he rasps, his voice thick. “Use me however you want. Take your pleasure. But don’t think I’ll let you off easy again. This is just your start.”
My heart races as I wrap my fingers around his throbbing cock, guiding it to my slick entrance. I lock eyes with him. “I want you to take me hard. So hard nothing else exists.”
His gaze turns primal, and I see a flicker of protectiveness in his eyes, but I also see how he needs that too.
With one swift motion, he slams into me, filling me completely. A guttural moan escapes my lips as pleasure courses through me. Nothing has ever felt this good. Every inch of him is perfection, his hardness stretching me in the most exquisite way.
“Fuck, Bellamy…” he groans, gripping my hips tighter. I press my back against the tile to accommodate my belly between us as he begins to thrust in and out of me, immediately setting a fervent, steady pace. The sound of our wet bodies colliding, heavy slaps of skin against skin, fills the shower, mixing with the rush of the water streaming down on us.
“Fuck, yes. That!” I cry out, clinging to him for dear life as he pumps into me relentlessly. His strokes are deep and powerful, each one hitting my sweet spot, driving me closer to the edge.
“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers against my ear, the roughness of his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me how good my cock feels. Tell me how you love it when I stretch your tight little cunt.”
Oh hell. My eyes roll back in my head.
“Answer me!” he commands, pinching my nipple until I whimper, my pussy clenching at the sweet sting of it.
“No.”
He bites my neck, sucking my skin into his mouth. He pulls back and his eyes breathe fire into mine, watching my face as he smacks my tits, one and then the other. I moan, so close to coming from that.
“I said answer me.” His hand wraps around my throat without squeezing, his other hand digging into my ass as he holds me up along with his powerful thighs. “Tell me my cock feels good fucking you or I swear, I won’t let you come. Is that what you want, my little slut? Me to withhold your orgasm from you?”
Part of me wants to cry outyes. The way he edges me is so fucking delicious, but right now, it’s not what I need.
