“How does my pussy feel?” I throw at him instead as he continues to pound into me, hard smacks that leave me breathless.
He grins, nipping at my bottom lip. “Your pussy is fucking magic. So tight and hot and always so fucking wet for me. The way you feel when you come on me is like nothing else in this world. I love your fucking pussy and I love fucking your pussy.”
He thrusts up and in, going deeper, and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“You’re…filling me up so good,” I tell him, finally willing to answer him now that it’s on my terms. “But I need more of it. I need it harder, Your Majesty, please.”
He growls. “The only way it gets like that is if I put you down and turn you around, and right now, I want your eyes.”
“And I want to come.”
He grins and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, dragging it harshly and biting down. “My queen needs to get fucked?”
I gulp and nod.
“Then you better hold onto me because you’re going to feel my cock after this for days.”
His grip on my ass tightens and he slides his hand down my neck to the top of my chest, where he uses it to press me into the wall. With his eyes blazing, he increases his pace.
Pounding, deep fucks that send heat and a touch of pain shooting up through my body and across my skin, pulsing in my clit and nipples.
Yes.That.
It’s so good I can barely think straight, my mind filled with only the sensation of his cock pistoning into me. The pain from my recent ordeal fades into the background as pleasure takes over, driving away the horrors of what I went through with Charlotte. With my dad. With Samil.
“Sebastian,” I moan, my voice climbing. “I’m…I’m so close.”
“Me too, baby,” he pants, his fingers sliding down my chest until he’s over my pounding heart. He thrusts up, using his thighs to angle himself deeper into me, and I cry out, stars bursting behind my eyes. “Your cunt is heaven. Nothing ever feels as good as being inside you.” He grunts and then groans when I wiggle my hips, trying to take more of him. “Let go for me I can’t hold off. Come with me, Bellamy.”
The world narrows down to the sensation of him inside me, filling me completely. With one final powerful stroke right on my sweet spot, we both tip over the edge, our cries echoing in the steam-filled room. Pleasure crashes over me in waves, and I surrender to it completely. He continues to fuck me through it and the hand on my chest pinches and pulls my nipple. My pussy spasms around his cock, taking it as deep as I can, milking it, needing his cum to fill me.
And with that though, my climax hits another level, and I scream out Sebastian’s name. He swallows it down, his mouth all over mine as our bodies shudder together in ecstasy.
As our orgasms subside, we cling to each other, our wet bodies pressing together as the water continues to rain down upon us. I sag against him, feeling satisfied yet utterly drained. I need to sleep for a year at least. And eat. Fuck, I need food. Like…so much food.
We wash up quickly, turn off the water, and step out of the shower, our hands never leaving each other. He dries me off, running the soft, white towel along my body, touching and caring for me. He kisses my cracked knuckles and examines them. It’s not bad. Nothing that won’t heal. His lips meet the skin above it and he kisses tenderly until there is no more ache.
“Let’s get dressed,” Sebastian suggests, helping me slip on a comfortable pair of panties, joggers, and a loose-fitting shirt. He quickly dons a pair of boxer briefs, sweatpants, and a shirt as well, all the while never breaking contact with me. Our fingers intertwine as we make our way back toward the door of our bedroom. “Would you rather go to bed?” he questions as I yawn.
I shake my head. “Nope. I want to eat my weight in whatever Margarite is willing to make me and see the kids.” I snuggle closer to Sebastian as we leave the bedroom, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me. “I feel whole again,” I confess softly. “Like we’re finally complete andit’s going to be okay from here. I can’t explain it, but I feel it.” I glance up and meet his blue-gray eyes. “I think we’re going to be okay.”
“Nothing will ever tear us apart again. We’ve been through so much—too much—and we’ll face whatever comes our way. Together. I promise. Nothing will ever separate us again.”
The waning sunlight streams through the hallway windows, casting shadows on the wooden floor as Sebastian and I make our way to find our children back from the museum. Our hands are still linked, and I can’t help but steal glances at him, admiring how his dark hair frames his chiseled face, his presence nothing short of overpowering.
“Rowan!” Sebastian exclaims, surprised when his brother comes racing over to us, a wild look in his eyes.
“Sebastian, Bellamy,” Rowan pants, struggling to catch his breath. “I think…I think we’ve found her.”
“Found who?” I ask, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.
“Marie,” he answers, his voice taut with urgency. “I came home to a bunch of calls and emails. The intelligence officer working with me believes we’ve located her in a remote village on the west coast of France.”
“Are you serious?” Sebastian’s grip on my hand tightens, his face mirroring Rowan’s hope and disbelief.
“We’ll see. I’m leaving at once to find her.” Rowan’s energy is palpable, his eyes fierce and resolute. Unease swirls through me. Nothing ever feels finished and that warm glow I had after the shower is trickling out.
“Be careful, Rowan,” I implore, my voice shaking slightly. “And please, promise us you’ll check in regularly.”
