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“Jealous, are you?” My feet weren’t touching the ground now, Sebastian had me pinned so thoroughly.

I nodded. It was the truth.

The next thing I knew, Sebastian had me turned and pressed against the wall, pressing every inch of his body against mine.

“You’ve haunted me for years,” he said against my ear, nipping the lobe. “Never doubt that.”

“Good,” I said, feeling myself smile. It was wrong to want him to be as tortured as he’d made me over the past months, but I didn’t care.

Sebastian’s hands worked quickly, shoving the skirt of my dress up and around my hips. His foot knocked my feet wide, then he used his body to press me up on my toes and against the wall.

“You’re going to have to be quiet,” he growled in my ear, the sound shooting right to my core. He was fumbling with his pants, shoving them down. The second I felt the hot brand of his erection against me, I almost fainted.

His hand snaked over my hip, coming around to my front and slipping under the band of my underwear. “Can you take me?” he asked, toying with my clit.

I nodded, not even caring if I was sore. I cared more about feeling him.

He was staying. He’d invited me to come to Delphi with him.

“Thank fuck,” Sebastian groaned, shoving down my underwear and helping me step out of them. When he rose again behind me, I was heaving, grabbing for his forearms and pleading for him to hurry.

I’d made a mistake sneaking out. Now, I felt far too frantic.

“You’re going to have to cover my mouth,” I said, already feeling my vocal chords slip away from my control. There were countless offices in this hallway, and no one needed to hear me scream.

Sebastian chuckled darkly. “Happily, love. I affect you that much?”

I ground back against him, needing friction. “You know you do.”

Sebastian’s hips slammed me against the wall. Cutting through my shocked gasp, Sebastian notched himself inside me and slid all the way in. “In case it wasn’t clear, love, I’ve been holding out on you. So much as a brush of your hand against mine, and I was seconds away from bending you over.” His words were timed with small rolls of his hips, our movements constricted against the wall. It did nothing to change how good this felt, making a small bit of regret curl through my stomach. “Let alone all the times you sat perched next to the stove, perfectly ready for me.”

Sebastian’s hand slid over my mouth right as a moan fell from my lips. I’d hoped, but I hadn’t realized that he…

My entire body started locking up, the sensations made worse when Sebastian’s fingers slipped over my clit, stealing my ability to think. All I could do was hold on to him and try to bite down on his hand as lightly as I could.

Sebastian’s head dropped to my shoulder, muffling his own groans with my skin as his hips slammed into mine, hitting a spot inside me that made me lose all feeling in my legs.

It didn’t take long for me to tumble over the edge, a scream breaking off in my throat, or for Sebastian to follow me soon after.

As we stood, panting for breath together, I could only hope something that felt this good, this right, was meant to last.

Chapter 35

Sebastian

I got three blissful days with Persy before I had to attend that stupid fucking opera.

Realistically, it wasn’t the worst torture. The singers were incredibly talented, so much so that I tended to enjoy these things, and Persy would be coming with me.

I just didn’t see that much value in extracting myself from bed, especially when Persy had fancied attaching herself to me at all times. I was a physical person, and it felt like a sign from the Oracle that Persy seemed to rival me.

I had to be the one to ask for a break.

Fucking insane.

Though now, I got to watch Persy put on her makeup, lazily watching from bed and fully intending on getting myself together at the last possible moment.

Persy smiled when she caught me staring at her in the mirror, a blush building on her cheeks. “What is it?”