I moved as if I had nothing to hide, though it was clear I certainly was attempting to hide something.
“You look like you have a stick up your ass. Relax.” He shook his arm that was attached to mine, an attempt to shake the stiffness out.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “If anyone has a stick shoved somewhere, it’s you,” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that?” His hard eyes told me he heard me clearly.
“Can we stop by the bakery?”
His eyes narrowed on me as the corners of his mouth tilted upwards.
Perhaps it was too soon to be within such small confines with humans. My nails dug into Sebastian’s bicep as I held on for dear life. I wanted a pastry to quell my need for sweetness, but the two sweets were certainly not one and the same. There was a distinct difference, and I was painfully aware of it.
He leaned down pressing a soft kiss to my temple, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. A small part of me relaxed, and I released my death grip just a hair.
My eyes glazed over as I took in the elaborate display of pastries. A woman stood next to me, and her scent was so sweet it burned. My nails dug into Sebastian once more.
“Look at me, mannyenska,” he murmured.
I looked up to meet his flat black eyes. A void I’d be content to drift away in. My heart rate eased, along with the overwhelming urge to bite this poor, unsuspecting woman. Looking to Sebastian grounded me, and though we met in the strangest and most dangerous conditions, I was fortunate to have him as a guide through everything.
I selected a raspberry-filled pastry glistening with sugar. We sat outside the bakery. I remained glued to his side. His nearness wasa comfort in case I lost control, and he could rein me in. It was an odd sight to watch him eat a cookie. Maybe it had to do with his menacing presence.
Once I thoroughly stretched my legs walking down the street and breathed in some fresh air, although it was laced with far too much temptation, we headed back to his townhouse.
I spent the rest of the day within my head. It became hard to sit still. Unease crawled within my legs forcing me to pace about the room. The reality of my situation began to sink to my stomach like a stone. I was forever changed. And this thirst felt eternal. Never to be satisfied.
Sebastian assured me it would pass, but being surrounded by such temptation only showed me how weak I was. And the longer it took me to gain control, the longer I’d be kept from Olivia. I couldn’t bear the thought of her coming back to us and not being there when she could see again.
My restless legs remained a nuisance even as we settled into bed. I laid on my side facing Sebastian as he laid on his back. The blanket sat at his waist, leaving his bare chest draped in silver moonlight. I traced my fingers along the planes of his chest to distract myself from the itching sensation spreading throughout my body.
“I don’t know how much more of that I can take, mannyenska.” His voice was low and rough coming through the quiet, darkened room.
I glanced down to see the result of my touch. When I met his eyes, they were laced with hunger. And for a moment, I felt peace. I had forgotten about my restless body. My hand trailed lower, but before it could meet its mark, I was thrown onto my back, and he was over me.
He straddled me, pinning my arms above my head. He had a lazy look in his eyes, yet his chest was heaving. “Is this what you want,mannyenska?” He wrenched my legs apart with his knees, pressing his hard bulge into my center. I gasped.
All I could focus on was him and wherever his body touched mine. The all-consuming sensation was what I needed to forget. I arched my back, pressing myself further into him. He let out a rough breath.
Within a second my nightdress was torn over my head, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties. He leaned down taking my breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple, drawing out a moan from me. He came up, placing a gentle kiss on my throat before coming down on my lips. I opened for him. He bit my bottom lip. I whimpered. He ground his erection into me as his kiss grew ravenous.
He broke away suddenly, peppering kisses down my stomach. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips as he looped them around my panties, yanking them down roughly. He tossed them aside, and my legs fell open for him. He pressed a kiss into my inner thigh, traveling up, nearing exactly where I wanted him. As I squirmed, he wrapped his arms around my thighs bringing me closer to him.
He teased me as he kissed around my center, licking and nipping. I writhed, growing impatient, until he held me so tightly I could no longer move.
“Please,” I breathed.
He chuckled darkly, cruelly. I fisted the sheets, crying out as he finally put me out of my misery. I struggled against his hold as he licked up my center.
“Still, mannyenska. You must behave.” He bit my inner thigh, and the sudden need for him to bite harder overtook me.
But then his tongue was on me once more, swirling around my clit. Sparks erupted across my heated skin. He moved faster until my core wound so tight I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d likely have bruisesfrom how much I writhed against his hold. And as his lips clamped down around me, I nearly screamed from the release, arching off the bed and clutching the sheets even tighter.
He licked lazily up my center a few times before coming up to me. His eyes heavy with lust and that barely restrained control. That twisted part of me wanted him to lose it. He kissed me slowly this time, and somehow it was more erotic than when it was rough and desperate. My head was hazy, my body limp, but I grabbed the waistband of his underwear, not wanting this to end.
He broke the kiss, tilting his head slightly.
“What do you want, mannyenska?” He taunted with a slight curl to his swollen lips.
