This kiss is everything – all at once. And all of our feelings lash out as we fight to pull one another closer, desperately seeking solace and forgiveness, revenge and comfort in the span of a breath.
One of his hands reaches behind my head and fists into my wild windswept hair, pulling me closer. I grab the front of his shirt as if I can use him to anchor me to this very moment. His body presses into mine. The hard ridges moulding against every soft curve of mine and when his tongue slides against the seam of my lips, and I open for him, a deep guttural groan works its way up his throat.
Heat pools in between my legs at the pure masculine sound. Deep and throaty. Every part of my body feels like it’s burning, aching, surrendering. Remembering what this feels like.
‘Fuck,’ he whispers into my open mouth in between kisses. ‘You taste—’ his words die on his lips as a moan slips out of me, eliciting another rumbling groan from within his chest. His tongue sweeps in again, deeper this time as if he’s trying to savour the taste of me, trying to commit it to memory.
His hands roam across every part of me as if he wants to touch everywhere but doesn’t know where to start. My hair, my neck where his thumb sweeps along my jawline, my shoulders and lower back, my hips that he squeezes and tugs flush to him. I gasp when I feel the very distinct bulge in the front of his pants as it presses against my stomach.
Stars!
I fear this kiss could sweep me away and destroy me and I wouldn’t care one bit because the feeling of his large frame wrapped around mine, holding me to him as his tongue dances with mine … it feels right.
So. Fucking. Right.
Time slips away. My fears, my worries – they all fade into the distance. Nothing can hold a candle to the way I feel right now, and Stars, I want to hold onto that for as long as I can. I want to relish in this sensation. In him.
My hand slips between our bodies, desperate for more. My fingers find the bulge in his pants and curl around his thick length. Shit, he’s as hard as steel and so big my eyes widen.
‘What are you doing?’ he breathes into my mouth, groaning when I give his cock a squeeze. His hands tighten on my hips.
‘Showing you my truth,’ I answer. ‘I want you, Seb. I want you,now!’
‘F-fuck!’ He groans, pressing his head against mine before he captures my lips with his and sucks my tongue into his mouth. ‘I don’t think—’ he starts, one of his hands wrapping around my wrist as if he’s about to stop me. But I cut him off by biting his lower lip so hard that I taste copper.
That one act seems to change something in him. It’s as if the pain and taste of his own blood surges his needs, his desire, stamping out anything else.
I grin against his lips as a feral snarl rips out of him and his hands start tearing at my clothes. This … this is what I need. To feel and not think.
My arms lift, and he pulls my torn shirt from my body and tosses it at our feet. His own shirt comes off next, exposing his perfectly bronzed torso. His muscles flex beneath his skin, making my stomach flip.
Sebastian’s lips find my neck; he showers it in hot kisses that send bolts of desire all the way to my toes. I feel him unclasp my bra at my back. It falls away, exposing me to him once again. Warm hands cup my breasts, testing the weight of them before I feel his thumbs rub against my nipples. I moan at how sensitive they are. Stiff and begging for attention.
My hands find his waistband. I dive beneath the fabric and wrap a hand around him, bare. His skin is as smooth as silk and scorching hot. I pump my hand once, twice – he visibly shudders. His cock pulses in my grasp and I swear he grows thicker.
‘You’re ruining me,’ he grits out, pushing his hips forward. I don’t have the mental capacity to unpack what that means right now. Nor can I let myself focus on the pure emotion I hear in his voice.
I bring my hand to the tip and rub my thumb over the warm bead of liquid, coating him in his own pre-release. Sex with Corvin was good, though more experimental than anything else. But this … we’ve barely got our clothes off and I feel seconds from bursting at the seams.
‘I need to taste you, Ria,’ he says, reaching for the button on my pants. ‘Now.’
I barely have time to respond before my button skitters across the ground as he tears my pants and underwear down over the curve of my ass, all the way to my calves. Then, he does something I’m not expecting. He drops to his knees, grabs me by the hips and pulls me … right onto his waiting mouth.
‘Oh fuck!’ I moan, back arching into him as his tongue licks over me. My hands thread through his hair, holding myself upright as my knees start to shake and threaten to buckle.
‘Hold onto me, sweetheart,’ his voice rumbles against my core, making me shiver. ‘Stars, you taste fucking divine.’ He uses his thumbs to spread me open, exposing the most intimate parts of myself to him. ‘So fucking pretty.’
His head dips right back in. His lips latch around my clit and suck. Spots burst into my vision, and for the next few moments I feel like I’ve been thrown into the sky and I’m floating among the clouds. Sebastian’s tongue is wicked, and so devastatingly talented.
My hips are bucking against him, unable to keep still as he devours me right here, out in the open, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.
‘Mhmm, fuck yes. Ride my face, Ria,’ he groans against me. And I do. I ride his mouth, over and over. We work ourselves into a rhythm as I feel my orgasm build. I can feel it, teetering on the edge, but then Sebastian snakes a hand between my legs and pushes two of his fingers into my entrance. The fullness of him being inside me causes my head to tip back. My eyes squeeze shut, and when he curls them forward, hitting a place I’ve never hit before, my moan is cried out up into the sky.
I come apart. My orgasm rips through me, tearing me into pieces and then putting me back together in one. I’m quivering as he sucks and licks me through the aftershocks, wave after wave, and he swallows me down like he’s starved. Groaning into my pussy like he could kneel there for hours.
Finally, he pulls away, his chin shiny and coated in me. I sag forward, my hands landing on his shoulders as I try to catch my breath from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt.
The high was euphoric, but the come down that hits me is catastrophic. My eyes slowly open, Sebastian’s head is titled back, looking up at me as his hands rub up and down my legs. His words from moments before sink their teeth into me. Not just the words, buthowhe said them. As if I was the anvil that could crack him open. Couldruinhim. As if he didn’t already ruin me long ago.
