He looks at me like he never stopped wanting me. It’s like the last five years didn’t even happen, and his hunger for me is just as dangerous as it used to be. I try to stay strong, but my body isn’t listening.
When he leans down and kisses me again—slow and deep—I give in completely. I hate how weak I feel for him. His hands move over my body like he knows every inch of me by heart. It should make me angry that he still remembers me this way, but all I feel is heat. He slowly moves my gown out of the way until I’m lying bare beneath him.
He moves his mouth down to my neck, biting and lingering right where my heart is racing. I arch my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I try to catch my breath.
“Sienna,” he whispers against my skin.
I close my eyes and let him take over, feeling his mouth everywhere. He shifts lower, his weight a heavy, welcome pressure between my thighs. His eyes never leave mine as his hand slides up, cupping my breast and thumbing the nipple until it’s aching and hard.
When his mouth finally finds my breasts, the heat of his breath makes my skin prickle. He doesn’t rush. He circles the sensitive skin with his tongue, teasing the edge of my nipple until I’m breathless. Then, he draws me into his mouth, swirling his tongue before grazing me with his teeth.
A sharp, jagged spark of pleasure shoots straight to my core. I scream, the sound muffled against the quiet of the room, my head tossing back against the pillows.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.
He doesn’t stop. He sucks harder, his teeth nipping at the bud of my breast until I’m writhing beneath him. I can’t stay still; my hips jerk upward, seeking more of that delicious friction. My hands fly to his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands to pull him closer, then pushing him away as the intensity peaks.
He groans low in his throat, a sound of pure animal hunger. He uses his teeth again—just enough to hurt, just enough to make me lose my mind.
“Sebastian,” I gasp, my voice breaking.
He ignores my plea, his tongue lashing out to soothe the sting before he bites again. He’s playing with me, reclaiming me inch by inch, and I am a mess of shaking limbs and desperate cries under his touch.
He leaves one breast aching and wet, only to move to the other. As his mouth latches onto my other nipple, he doesn’t let the first one rest. His thumb and forefinger find the bud he just finished with, pinching and rolling the sensitive peak until I’m seeing stars.
The double assault is more than I can handle. I’m losing my mind, caught between the pull of his lips and the sharp pressure of his fingers. It’s too much. My body feels like it’s vibrating, the pleasure so thick it’s almost painful.
While he continues to suck and swirl his tongue, his free hand leaves the other breast and begins a slow, torturous crawl down my stomach. I hold my breath, my heart hammering against my ribs. He uses his knee to nudge my legs apart, forcing me open until I’m completely exposed to him.
Then, his fingers find the center of my heat.
He finds my clit and applies a firm, steady pressure that makes me bolt upright for a second before crashing back down. I let out a broken whimper. It’s so intense I can’t breathe. He doesn’t just touch me; he owns me. He circles and flicks that sensitive spot with a rhythmic cruelty while his mouth continues to feast on my breast.
I’m a wreck beneath him. My hips are bucking, trying to find a rhythm, trying to escape the sensation and chase it all at once. Every time his teeth graze me above, his fingers press harder below, driving me closer and closer to a cliff I’m not ready to fall off.
“Please,” I sob, though I don’t even know what I’m asking for.
He just growls against my skin, his hand moving faster, his mouth never letting go.
He pops my nipple out of his mouth, the cool air hitting my wet skin like a shock. I try to catch my breath, but then he sinks two fingers deep inside me. I gasp, my head falling back as my eyes drift shut, trying to process the sudden, heavy fullness of him.
“Open your eyes, Sienna,” he growls, his voice low and demanding.
I can’t. It’s too much. I want to hide in the darkness behind my eyelids, but the moment I refuse, he goes still. His hand stops moving completely, leaving me empty and aching. My eyes fly open instantly, searching for his in the dark.
I meet his gaze again. His eyes are dark, predatory, and fixed entirely on me.
“Keep them open,” he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I want you to see exactly who’s doing this to you.”
I stare at him, my heart thudding in my ears. As his hand begins to move again, he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to make you come over and over again,” he promises, his thumb finding that bundle of nerves and circling it with agonizing precision. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be calling my name in your sleep.”
Even now, I try to fight him. I glare at him, trying to hold onto a shred of my pride, but he just smirks. He catches my sensitive bundle of nerves between two fingers and gives it a sharp, firm squeeze.
The world explodes.
A scream tears from my throat as I shatter. My entire body jerks, my muscles seizing as wave after wave of intense, blinding pleasure crashes over me. I can’t look away; I’m forced to watch him watch me break.
As the tremors finally start to fade, he lets out a low, dark chuckle. The sound is smug and full of triumph. Heat flares in my cheeks, a mix of lingering arousal and pure embarrassment, but I’m too weak to move.
