She lets out a soft, shaky whimper. My hand slides down the front of her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear. Fucking hell. Of course. The second I find her centre, I grin.Dripping.
Just like I knew she would be. “Fuckin’ knew it,” I mutter, brushing my fingers through her wetness, drawing a breathy moan from her throat before I shift her weight and toss her over my shoulder like she weighs nothing, not caring that my pants are loose and undone.
“Sebastian!” she gasps, half-laughing, half-scolding as her hands smack against my back. “What the hell—”
“Hang tight, Trouble.” I give her perfect ass a firm slap.
Her bare thighs press against my chest, and her ass bounces temptingly with every step as I take the stairs two at a time. Her laughter echoes through the hall, wild and unfiltered, wrapping around me like a drug, and just as we round the landing, her ass cheek lands right beside my face. So, I bite it. Playfully. But firm enough to make hergasp.
She shrieks through laughter, slapping my ass. “You animal!”
“You fuckin’ love it,” I growl, smirking against her skin as I reach the bedroom door and kick it open. I fuckinglovethat she loves it. The warm light spills across the bed where we’ve spent countless nights tangled in sheets, but tonight? Tonight’s different.
She’s wearing my ring.
She’s mine in a way that makes every part of me ache to show her. I lower Olivia down onto the mattress carefully, eyes trailing every inch of her. Her flushed cheeks. Her kiss-bitten lips. The mess of her hair from earlier.
“Stay there,” I murmur, stepping back just enough to drink her in. She’s still naked, apart from her lingerie, stretched across thecentre of my bed like sin incarnate. She doesn’t cover up. Doesn’t shy away. She lets me look. Lets me fucking worship. From the curve of her waist to the swell of her breasts, to the way her thighs part just slightly, like she’s already waiting for me.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now,” I tell her honestly, voice rough with truth. I crawl over her slowly, pressing kisses up her stomach, between her breasts, along her collarbone—marking her with my mouth, like I need her to feel it tomorrow. Like I need her to remember this night down to the way her skin pebbles under every kiss.
Her hands come up to thread through my hair. “Bash—”
“I’ve got you,” I say against her neck, just before I sink my teeth gently into that spot that makes her breath catch. “You’re mine now, remember?”
Olivia nods, whispering, “I always was.”
And fuck, if that doesn’t wreck me. I reach behind her, unhooking her bra slowly, letting it fall between us. Her breasts spill free, and I don’t waste a second bending to kiss her collarbone, then lower, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking just hard enough to make her gasp. My hand finds the other, kneading, rolling, teasing her until she’s squirming beneath me. Letting it go with a loudpop, I grip the lace at her hips and glance up.
“Need these off,” I mutter.
Olivia lifts her hips for me, and I smirk as I lean down, grabbing the waistband of her panties between my teeth. I drag them down slowly, watching the way her chest rises and falls, breath shallow, legs parting without hesitation.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her inner thigh, kissing her there once before tossing the lace aside. I press a single kiss to her pussy—so fucking soft, hot, claiming—and her whole body arches in response. I pull back slightly, settling between her legs as my hand wraps around the base of my cock. I pump itonce, twice—controlled strokes meant to torture us both—while I watch her tremble beneath me.
“Look at you,” I breathe. “Fucking perfect.”
I push in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her, until I’m buried to the hilt. We both groan—hers soft and breathy, mine deep and guttural. My thrusts grow into a steady rhythm, the kind that aren’t just for the sake of fucking, butfeeling. Memorising. Her moans sharpen as her breasts bounce with each unrelenting thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room.
I catch her wrists and pin them above her head, kissing her hard, then biting down her jaw to her neck, her whimpers growing desperate against my mouth. Her breath catches as I bottom out, and I know I’ve hit that sensitive spot inside her.
“Shit!” she gasps, voice cracking right by my ear. “Sebastian—shit—I’m going to come—”
“Let me hear it,” I whisper, lips brushing her jaw. “Let me hear you fall apart.”
She comes undone with her name on my lips and my name on hers. Before I follow, before that final wave crashes over me, she gasps out, “I love you,” and I curse as my orgasm rips through me, brutal and hot and blinding.
“I fucking love you,” I growl, as I bury myself deep, holding her there, riding it out together, drowning in the feel of her, the scent of her, the fuckingforeverI see every time I look at her.
Olivia brushes her fingers through my hair, and I lean down, pressing my lips to hers once more before I ease out of her gently, then one to her collarbone, another to her shoulder. I grab a towel from the bathroom and clean her up with quiet care.
Once we’re both under the covers, I pull her in tight, spooning her from behind. My fingers trace slow, lazy patterns over her stomach. She shifts, nestling back into me with a sigh.
“You okay?”
“Never been more.”
It’s become our thing—those two quiet words. Simple. Soft. But they hold everything. Every promise. Olivia sighs, fingers grazing mine before drifting lower, fidgeting with the ring on her finger. I glance down and watch her twist it gently. “Can’t wait to explain this to my family. They’re going to ask a thousand questions; I’m warning you now.”
