My name on his lips wrecks me.I grab his wrists and yank his hands off the rug.His arched back and tortured groan tell of his waning control.I press his hands to my hips and squeeze until he wraps his long, thick fingers around me.
“Touch me,” I rasp.
His low curse warns of his breaking point.I cling to him on a silent scream as he thrusts and pulls, seating himself fully inside me.I combust.It hurts.It’s bliss.
Over and over again, he lifts me up until his tip stretches my entrance, then funnels back into me with breathtaking ruthlessness.The moment one euphoria ends another begins, until I smell colors and taste sound.
He pulls me down by my nape and consumes my mouth as he thrusts deep inside me with short upward jabs.Sweat drips down my sides.His shirt hangs loose around me.I lament the barrier between my breasts and the springy hairs on his chest.
He bars an arm around my lower back and grinds my clit with every punishing thrust of his hips.My vertical clit hood piercing rubs my over-sensitized bundle of nerves.
It’s too much.I’ll fly apart.I fight the growing pressure inside me, certain I won’t survive the explosion.
Sebastian’s tongue strokes over mine.He flexes his fingertips into my nape.
A tsunami of pleasure gushes from me.I can’t breathe.Every muscle in my body contracts.Wetness bursts from my core.It spurts from between our joined bodies and soaks our clothes.
For long, terrifying, glorious moments, I orgasm so hard I can’t breathe.Can’t think.
I find bliss on earth with Sebastian’s cock lodged deep inside my body, his guttural praise in my ear, and my heart overflowing with my love for him.
Completely spent, I fall asleep on top of him with our bodies still joined.His overwhelming presence fights off my demons, and for the first time in my adult life, I sleep without thrashing through nightmares.
I wake stiff, sore, and so sluggish my brain refuses to process my surroundings.Even when Sebastian carries me into the bathroom and sets me in front of the sink with a quick stolen kiss on my lips, I stand staring at my reflection long after he shuts the door behind him.
The fog finally lifts an indeterminant time later when he drives the SUV out of the parking garage and into the golden morning sun.
I sip the coffee warming my hands and check our surroundings.
“This isn’t the way to the office or the hospital.Where are you taking me?”I ask.
“To pick out our wedding rings,” he answers without hesitation.
For an embarrassing moment, my brain refuses to process his statement.My mouth reacts before my mind catches up.I set the travel mug in the cup holder and angle my shoulders toward him.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“No, I’m dead serious.After last night—”
“It was just sex!”I lie.
“I came inside you.You could be pregnant,” he says.
I can’t decipher from his tone whether the thought bothers or excites him.The flash of joy fades as quickly as it rises.I berate myself for being such a lovestruck fool.
“Oh my goodness, Sebastian, you’re being ridiculous.This isn’t a sappy chick flick or some crappy romance novel.There’s no way I’m pregnant after only one time.We can just—”
“We’re getting married,” he interrupts.
I huff and cross my arms over my chest.
“Says who?You?No matter how rich or powerful you may be, you can’t force me to marry you.”
I squeak as he swerves and hits the brakes, pulling into two parallel parking spaces.His thick, warm fingers wrap around my nape and pull me across the center console toward him.
“You took my virginity, pipsqueak.You have to take responsibility for me.”
“Hey, I was a virgin, too.For all we know, we used up all the magic between us and—”
