His lips cover mine with breathtaking speed and force, and my body’s instant reaction proves the folly of my words.My nipples pebble and arousal slickens my labia piercings.I spear impatient hands into his hair and deepen the kiss when he tries to pull away.The soreness between my legs is more satisfying than all the self-inflicted pain over the years, and I can’t wait to enjoy the delicious burning of his invasion again.
He slides his hand from my nape to the front of my throat.Caged within his massive, callused fingers, I swallow and melt into shivery goo.
“That doesn’t feel like the magic between us is gone,” he murmurs against my lips.
I whimper and lift my chin.He chuckles and nibbles around my lip ring.
“I want to taste you like this every day.No, notjustlike this.More than this.Every inch of you.”
Despite the incessant clenching of my womb, the center of my chest ices over at his words.
He still hasn’t seen my scars.He also has yet to uncover the worst of my secrets.
“Wait, I—”
“Don’t you want to taste me?”he whispers against my lips.
All the blood drains from my head, but even as horror ices my veins, a deep, vicious part of me perks with interest.
I want everything with him, but I’m not ready to face gory memories constantly lurking along the edges of my brain.
I stiff arm his shoulder and jerk back so violently the only reason I don’t crack my head open on my window is because Sebastian catches me.He releases me and drops his hands into his lap.I blink in shock and force my lungs to expand.Even his warm, woodsy scent doesn’t break the core of ice inside me.The smell and taste of blood is too vivid.
“Deep breaths, Penelope.You’re okay.I’m sorry for pushing too far.”
“Y-you didn’t push.I…” I struggle to find words through the fog of terror.“Idowant to taste you, but only on your lips.Nowhere else.Not yet.Especially notthere,” I fumble.
His hands close into fists, but after a few seconds of white knuckles, he relaxes them and cups them around his knees.
“You mean my cock?”
I nod.
Murderous rage shines from his eyes.He turns his face out his window and closes his eyes for a few moments before turning his attention back to me.
“You never have to explain anything to me, sweet pea, but you will give me names.Understand?”
A thrill sweeps through me.I yearn for the vengeance swimming in his gaze.
I nod.
“Good.Let’s go pick out your wedding ring,” he growls.
I grab his sleeve, but he shifts gears and pulls onto the road.
“This is a mistake,” I blurt.
He lifts a brow.
“The only mistake is that I haven’t proposed yet.I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Penelope.”
“Even if I never want more than what we did last night?”
“You do want more.You want my mouth on you.”My clit throbs against the warm metal of my jewelry.I close my fist around my ring and pinch my side, using the pain to bridge the gap between my icy fear and fiery arousal.“That’s more than enough,” Sebastian declares.
“No it isn’t.It’s not fair.You shouldn’t settle for someone who won’t—”
“Be careful how you finish that sentence, pipsqueak,” he growls.
