I circled my arms around his neck. Curled one leg across his back. “Yes.”
He shifted, aligning his body with mine. “Hold on tight, baby.”
“Yes,” I rasped again. “God, yes.”
“‘Sebastian’ will do.”
But I only had time for the sparsest laugh before he swiveled his hips, working his demanding cockhead into my trembling, swollen slit.
He notched in a little deeper. Deeper.
“Oh, Sebastian.”
I rocked my head back, feeling my hair fan out as wave after wave of perfect heat swirled through me, softening my core for his ultimate subjugation. But even as I widened my legs and let him in deeper, I gazed into his steel-blue eyes—and at last embraced the truth. So simple. So incredible.
He was vanquished as thoroughly as me.
“Please,” I heard myself begging. “Please…Bas…more…”
“Patience, little girl.” He started it as reproof, but the shudders beneath his breath told me otherwise. “You’re soaked, baby, but you’re tight. And I’m—”
“The one who’s going to bring me pleasure and pain.” I enforced it by digging my thumb into his chin. I splayed the rest of my fingers along his jaw. I didn’t stop the clawing until he visibly winced. “I want the pain.”
At this point, probably even needed it—though I had to be careful about revealing all of that to him at once.
A goal that lasted twenty seconds.
Right up to the point that he pulled out far enough from my channel for a fresh coat of my arousal…and then seized my hip like an archer notching his arrow…
“Oh, fuck!” I screamed it as he drove his shaft all the way to the target, igniting places low in my belly. As he continued to ram me, the fires raged higher until going off like rockets up the center of my being. As a moan exploded from my lips, there was a smile with it—but not just from how his glorious cock filled so many aching spaces inside.
“Fuck.” I grated it as he added little circles to his motion, heightening our sensual rhythm. His erection stabbed me in new places inside. Corners I never knew existed…
Bas pushed away by a couple inches, enough so that we could stare at each other fully again. “Does it hurt?” The edge was back in his regard—the one that said he’d know it if I was lying and wouldn’t be happy about it.
“A…A little,” I confessed. “It’s so full. So big. Ahhh!”
He fucked in on a straight shot this time. He didn’t stop until his balls slapped against my ass. He dropped his head back down, his forehead slick on mine, his heaving chest smashed against my engorged breasts.
“I’m a sick bastard, Abbigail—because fuck me, it feels so good to make you hurt.” He bit into my lower lip, dragging his teeth along my pouting flesh. “And to make these pretty lips scream.” He pumped again, conquering my channel in brand-new ways with every full, fierce lunge. “And to make this beautiful cunt tremble around me.”
By now, my lungs were working as hard as his. Between my ferocious efforts, I raised my head and returned his sensual bite. As he growled from the pain, I soothed it with a long lick of pleasure. “But I need to come, not tremble.”
He narrowed his gaze. “I know exactly what you need, Red.”
His smirk was the true perfect shot here. That sensual expression was better than tequila for making my head swim and my pussy burn. I gasped as the shadows of his bedroom tilted and flipped. The sound became a hoarse moan as he dropped his head and then his shoulders, preparing to drive into me with purpose.
Consummation and chaos and cosmic fire I’d truly thought I remembered wrong. In a bizarre way, it wasn’t untrue. In so many ways, my memories had been wrong.
Because this reality was better.
Fuller. Harder. Deeper.
“Oh! Oh, Christ! Sebasss…”
I faded away, consumed by his primitive groan and his thundering heartbeat. The organ in my own chest raced just as fast. Holy shit, he knew exactly how to move inside me. He knew exactly what to do with that steely length, sliding and grinding me toward a shattering climax. Could I even handle this? My chest was nearly exploding. My fingers and toes were numb.
But no way in hell did I want him to stop.