Softness.
He takes his time, gently rolling over me until he’s settled between my legs. He waits for me to open to him, parting my lips and sliding my tongue into his mouth. He returns the gesture so softly, so sweetly, I feel every muscle in my body relax for him.
I’m already ready for him, soaking wet from my release, but still, he takes his time. Reaching down, he guides himself to myentrance, and slowly—so impossibly slowly—he pushes his way inside.
Every time I tense around him, he pauses, peppering my face and lips with those feather-soft kisses until I adjust to the sheer size of him and relax again. He’s patient and unhurried, our breath mingling together as we join.
By the time our hips finally meet, his entire length buried inside me, he’s shaking from the effort of it.
Then he begins to move.
I gasp as his hips roll against mine, wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders, burying my hand in his hair. It feels like strands of silk between my fingers. He feels different inside me than any other man, an extra sensation I can’t understand. It’swonderful. Intoxicating.
It gets even better when his hands slide down my body, one pinning my thigh higher on the bed to fuck me even deeper, and the other resting on my lower stomach. His thumb circles my clit, a light teasing pressure as he moves inside me.
Before Alec, before all four of these wonderfully dangerous men, I’d only known the barest hint of what it was to experience this sort of pleasure. Alec was the first man to fuck me—truly fuck me, possessing my body, my mind, my soul.
And Sebastian is the first man to make love to me in a way that feels like worship.
In the dark of my room, it’s hard to make out his face, especially his eyes, hidden behind glasses that are oddly reflective in the dim light. But I know he’s watching me, feasting on my every reaction, every breath, every sound. His entire focus is my body, his thumb pressing a little harder when I gasp, his hips moving a little deeper when I grip his hair tight. I’ve never felt so seen.
When the pressure between my legs begins to build to a crescendo, he suddenly rolls, grasping my hip and maneuveringme on top of him, straddling him. I take over without any pause in our rhythm, hips gliding against his, moving myself against his hand, chasing my own pleasure. My lips hover over his, not quite kissing, but close enough they can’t help but touch.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper against his lips, my hips moving faster. I can feel it coming, that beautiful release, and I need him with me.
“Never,” he promises. It’s the only thing he says to me, and he says it like prayer.
My hands on his chest push a little more as I pick up speed. Sebastian’s hips move with me, giving me everything I want, everything I never knew I needed.
When I come, with a gasp so soft it sounds like a song, I feel it in my every nerve. My entire body surges with it, a wave of sweet release that spirals out from my center and touches every part of me.
Beneath me, Sebastian’s hips crash into mine once more and still, his head arching back on the pillow with a single breathless groan. I feel every pulse of his cock as he fills me.
Neither of us says a word after. I collapse next to him on the bed, and he gathers me against him silently, wrapping his arms around me and folding me so my head rests on his chest and our legs intertwine.
I lay against him, sheltered in his arms, and listen to the rise and fall of his breath until sleep claims me, whisking me away to somewhere else entirely.
32
ALEC
It’s late.Late enough that I should have left the office hours ago. I shouldn’t still be here, shifting through memos and financial projection reports, listening to the distant hum of a vacuum as the custodial staff that maintains Sterling Enterprises’ head office slowly works their way through the building.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows behind my desk, the sky is pitch black, illuminated from below by thousands of city lights. Fortune City always looks better at night. Bright. Alive.
And I shouldn’t be here.
I should be at home, back at the compound, sorting through these same reports and godforsaken memos in my home office.
But the compound doesn’t feel like home right now. Not when Sebastian is never there. Not when Ashton won’t even look at me. He’s giving me the silent treatment, storming out of the room anytime he sees me. They both blame me for Sydney’s absence, for everything that’s fallen apart.
And they’re not wrong. It is my fault.
I tap my finger on my mahogany desk, trying to focus on work. The security report from the incident at Oscuro is open in front of me. Our cameras caught a single unidentifiedperson placing the bomb outside the club’s emergency exit, face obscured under a hoodie. Unidentifiable. Two more attempted attackers were discovered when all the footage from that night was reviewed, both scared off by our security team before they could gain access to the building.
I click my tongue as I stare down at the report. These weren’t professionals. Dante is doing this cheap, hiring random thugs off the street. Even if we were to track one down, they wouldn’t know anything about his organization that could help us. It’s not hard to find people in a city like this who are desperate enough to do anything for a few hundred dollars.
I lean back in my chair and press my thumb and forefinger to my eyes, a headache brewing behind my temple.
