She laughs and pushes me back. For a second, I think she’s finally come to her senses, but then she drops to her knees,looking up at me with those eyes that will lead me to an early grave.
She yanks off my belt and tugs down my zipper.
“Sienna. Sienna,” I groan, threading my fingers through her hair to stop her.
But she pulls my pants down and takes my cock into her mouth before I can speak another word. My grip tightens in her hair; I don’t know if I’m trying to push her away or pull her closer. The sight of her red lips closed around my cock almost sends me over the edge.
“Damn it, Sienna.”
My head falls back as blood rushes into my ears and head. I’m vibrating with a tension so tight I feel like I’m going to snap in half.
“Sienna. Sienna,” I choke out.
I should push her away. I really should. My hand is buried deep in her hair, my knuckles white, but instead of pushing her away, I find myself anchoring her there. My body has completely betrayed my mind. The warmth of her mouth is an undoing, a rhythmic, pulse-pounding heat that makes my vision go dark at the edges.
I’m losing my grip on reality. Every time she swirls her tongue or applies even the slightest pressure on the crown of my cock, a low, guttural sound ripples out of my chest—sounds I didn’t know I was capable of making. My hips twitch forward instinctively, searching for more, even as my brain screams at me that this is dangerous, that I’m playing with fire.
But let it burn. If she wants to destroy me like this, I’ll let her.
I look down, catching a glimpse of her through half-lidded eyes—the way she looks up at me, the sheer power she holds in this moment. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She’s taking everything I have, and I’m giving it to her gladly.
“Enough,” I rasp, though my hands don’t move an inch to pull her away. “Sienna, I’m…I’m right there.”
Instead of stopping, she pulls her lips tight, gripping me like a vise. I growl and yank her to her feet. My fingers wrap around her throat, and I lean forward until I can taste her breath.
“You brought this upon yourself,yarkaya.”
“Enough talk,” she whispers. “Just fuck me already.”
“Oh, soon. Soon.” I lift her into my arms and stride down the hallway. “Your room?”
“First door on the left.”
I shoulder into the room and toss her onto the bed. She bounces against the mattress, but before she can move, I grab her ankles and yank her back to the edge.
I hover over her, my shadow swallowing her whole against the white sheets. She looks up at me, breathless and defiant, her fiery hair fanned out like a dark halo.
“You think you can play with fire and not get burned?” I growl, my voice vibrating in the space between us.
I don’t wait for an answer. I reach for the hem of her dress, my knuckles grazing the skin of her thighs. The friction is electric. She arches toward my touch, a small, broken sound escaping her throat that nearly shatters my last shred of restraint.
“I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop,” I remind her, my gaze dropping to her lips.
I strip the fabric away, my eyes devouring every inch of her. She’s beautiful—dangerously so. I move between her knees, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. The pulse in her neck is racing, thrumming against my palm.
“Please, Sebastian,” she breathes, her eyes searching mine.
“‘Please’ what, Sienna?” I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “Please stop? Or please never stop?”
I trail my mouth down her neck, over her collarbone, and down toward her breast. She struggles against the grip I have on her wrists, but I don’t let go. I want her body spread before me like this—mine to worship, mine to punish.
I take one aching nipple into my mouth, and she cries out, her breath hot and shallow against my cheek.
“Oh, fuck, Seb, please…” she begs, her voice breaking.
I use my tongue to tease and suck at her while I capture her other breast with my free hand, rolling the tip between my fingers and applying a sharp, demanding pressure.
She arches into my touch, a sharp gasp escaping her as I pop the nipple from my mouth and move immediately to the next.