‘I have dreamed about this.’ His eyes flick up to mine. ‘Having you naked and splayed out for me in my bed.’
My breath stutters in my throat. ‘P-please,’ I whisper. I’m not sure what I’m asking for. But it’s all I’m able to verbalise.
Sebastian strips his own clothes off, reminding me just how gorgeous he is as he stands at the foot of the bed, looking like a warrior. Built, scarred and ready to dominate.
Much to my surprise, my warrior drops to his knees, which is not at all what I am expecting. I prop myself up on my elbows to look down at him.
‘What are—’
He grabs my thighs and yanks me to the foot of the bed. I fall onto my back once more as he lifts my thighs over his shoulders and the next thing I know, I feel his mouth covering me.
I shout, then cover my mouth with my own hand to stop from letting everyone in their rooms beneath us know exactly what’s going on up here. My legs start shaking, tensing to the point of pain, until I can’t handle it anymore. I lean forward and grab him by the shoulders.
‘Seb, please. I need you. I—’
‘What, sweetheart? What do you need?’
An embarrassed flush works its way through me until I find the courage to say what I really mean. ‘I want you to fuck me.’
Sebastian grins, devilish and cocky. His dark hair falls over his beautiful eyes as he climbs over me, and Stars, those lips. Full and wet from my arousal.
‘Filthy little mouth.’ He grabs my wrists and places them above my head. Then he pushes my hair from my face, gently tucking it behind my ears. ‘I’ve always loved your hair,’ he says, almost wistfully. ‘It reminds me of the moon. Pale and luminous – enchanting.’ He leans down and kisses my cheek, right on top of my burn. Then he kisses my chin. He uses his thumb to tip my head back so he can kiss the hollowof my throat. ‘Is that what you did, sweetheart? Did you enchant me to make me want you this badly?’
I don’t answer. I don’t think I could if I tried because right then I feel him lick along my collarbone, and up along the side of my neck. He licks and sucks, then bites down, as if he’s claiming me. It’s primal and uninhibited.
Slowly, I feel his crown nudge at my entrance. It’s silky smooth and thick, making me gasp as I feel him push against it with the slightest amount of pressure.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asks, and there’s a hint of vulnerability in his tone that prods at my heart.
‘Yes,’ I turn my head to meet his eyes. ‘I’m sure. I want this.You. I want you, Seb. I always have.’ Not a single word is a lie, and that hits me harder than anything.
‘I don’t want you to regret this.’
My head shakes from side to side. ‘I won’t,’ I vow.
I know the moment he finds truth in my words, because he slams his mouth against mine and kisses me as if he’s dying. As if he’s been waiting for me to say those words to him all his life.
I want you, Seb. I always have.
With painfully slow movements, I feel him press himself forward, the head of his cock sliding through my slickness. Coating him and making it easier for him to start to press inside. I can’t help but gasp the moment he breaches my entrance. It’s just an inch, but Stars, I already feel myself stretching to let him in.
‘Fuck!’ he groans, resting his forehead against mine. His arms shake as he holds himself up, as if he’s trying desperately to go slow for me. To not hurt me.
Well, that just won’t do, will it?
I lift my hips and press against him, willing him deeper. He growls, and it only spurs me on. Until I’m practically writhing beneath him and his cock finally slides home, hitting such a deep spot inside of me that I moan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
‘You’re so fucking tight.’
‘Please, keep moving,’ I beg. ‘I can’t take it.’
That’s all it takes for him to start pumping his hips, thrusting inside me over and over, until we’re sliding further up the bed and my hands hit the headboard. My fingers curl around the metal frame. I hold onto it as he starts to quicken the pace, sending shockwaves all the way down my legs.
Suddenly, he lifts off me and sits back on his haunches. With his cock still buried inside me, he grabs my ankles and places them on his shoulders. His hands grip my hips seconds before he resumes thrusting his own. I cry out. This new position causes him to hit deeper than I thought possible, my inner walls clenching around him. He feels bigger; I don’t know how that’s possible, but Stars, I actually think I might die like this.
My breasts bounce up and down with the pace he’s set, and his eyes lock on them as they move. He frees a hand to reach between us and pinch one of my nipples, making me yelp.
‘Stars, Ria. Look at you,’ he croons, reaching over to pinch my other nipple, then roll it in between his fingers. ‘So beautiful. And all mine.’
