Fucking hell.
My thighs clenched as his mouth found mine again, drawing me in and setting me free from the pain that had been stuffed inside of me with each tantalizing motion of his tongue.
“Gods, how I have missed you, love,” he whimpered into my mouth, the sound making me liquify.
“Seb, I’m so?—”
“No more apologizing. Not from either of us.”
His tongue delved further into my mouth, exploring every outline of my cheeks.
“I’m going to kill him, though,” he growled, not breaking our lips apart.
“No you won’t. If you can forgive me, then you can forgive him.”
“That’s different. I’m in love with you.”
“You love him, too,” I argued.
Sebastian stepped into me, forcing me back and pressing my body against an empty wall. “Yeah, but he doesn’t know what it feels like to have my dick in his mouth,” he teased, dropping his tongue to my neck and running it down to my collar bone.
Shivers scattered across every inch of my flesh.
“So that’s it?” I breathily moaned as he nipped at my skin. “You’re really going to forgive me for everything, just like that?”
His hands found my waist, squeezing my curves with his fingertips. “Doyouforgiveme?”
“Yes. But?—”
“We have a bad track record of wasting time that could be spent together, so let’s leave all of the hard feelings in this room.”
“Seb—”
He held a finger to my swollen lips. “I know what it's like to be a victim of your own mind. I know what it's like to go through trauma and come out on the other side. I understand that I hurt you, and I understand that your emotions have been all over theplace between that and everything else that has happened. He messed with your head while you were in a vulnerable state, and he shouldn’t have done that. All that matters to me is that I love you and you still love me, despite it all,” he claimed, gazing into my eyes with unwavering dedication.
“But Seb…I don’t deserve you.”
I didn’t, and this was quite possibly a dream, because there was no way he just forgave me so easily. Not when I held such a grudge over a stupid fucking notebook.
“No. I don’t deserveyou,” he countered. “We can talk more later. But right now do you want to question it or do you want to take your pants off?” His voice was rough and animalistic as he pulled his lips from my body and steadied his gaze upon me, awaiting my answer.
“Pants.”
Our tongues found each other once more as his hands frenetically worked the buttons of my leathers. They hit the floor within seconds, and then he scooped me up into his arms, deepening our kiss.
In that moment, my entire being absorbed the taste and indescribable feel of him. There was only him. There always onlyhadbeen him. He was the only one capable of burrowing himself so deep into my heart and soul that every other man on the planet had been preemptively ruined for me. Should he meet Caius beyond the veil, my heart would go with him, tucked into the pocket of his black leather pants that I loved so damn much on him.
He held me on his hips, one hand on the back of my neck and the other cupping my ass. Nothing could compare to the way my body reacted to Sebastian, which was catastrophically life-changing to say the absolute very least.
Our mouths knew each other well, but we kissed like it was the first we’d ever gotten our hands on each other. I felt mydesire growing stronger by the second, my panties dampening with each flick of his tongue across mine.
“We should go to one of our rooms,” I panted, tangling my fist in his hair.Fuck, how did I ever doubt that he was what I wanted?“If someone walks in here?—”
“I haven’t been inside of you in too long, and I’ll be damned if I wait a second longer than we need to,” Sebastian groaned, his voice rough and laced with raw passion.
He carried me further into the room, not breaking our kiss as he set me down on an empty desk in the corner. He dropped his hand from my neck, using it to pull my shirt over my head and tossing it over his shoulder into the wreck of a room we’d already created.
That’d be a bitch to find later.
