Chapter 22 My Most Favorite Human
Less than an hour later, Sebastian stormed into his house. He took the stairs two at a time, his desire and anticipation coiled together, burning in his chest. At the end of the hall, he shoved the bedroom door wide open, the handle clanging against the wall.
The black box thudded onto the bed as he tossed it aside.
Emily had just stepped out of the washroom, towel still draped around her shoulders, damp strands of hair clinging to her skin. Her eyes widened as she froze at the sight of him barreling in.
“Sebastian—” she gasped, but before she could say more, he closed the distance in three long strides. His arms scooped her up effortlessly, pulling her against him.
She squealed, clutching at his shoulders, half-laughing, half-shocked. “What are you doing?! I thought you wouldn’t be home until late tonight!”
His grip tightened possessively, his gaze burning straight through her. His voice dropped, rough and low, laced with frustration and desire.
“Did you really think that after you sent me that damn gift I’d wait until tonight?”
Emily’s arms curled around his neck, instinctively pulling herself closer until her lips brushed the edge of his ear. Her voice melted into a whisper, soft and teasing. “Baby.”
Sebastian’s entire body stilled. For a fleeting second, the hard edges of his expression cracked, surprise flickering across his features. His gaze snapped to hers, his stormy eyes softening.
“Yes… baby,” he muttered hoarsely, a stunned joy sparking in his voice as if that one word alone were enough to undo him.
Emily leaned her forehead against his chest, her tone tender, affectionate.
“Thank you for waiting so many years for me. I never realized the little boy I once spoke to so casually would grow into this terrifying man—whose eyes still manage to scare me every time he looks at me.”
His expression tensed, his brow creasing, but she softened the sting with a teasing smile. “But still… the only man I will ever love until my last breath, is you. Thank you for loving me so much.”
Sebastian’s lips curved faintly, his hand sliding up her waist. “How can I not love my most favorite human to ever exist on this earth.”
Emily’s lips lifted into a brighter smile. “I’m not saying this just to show you how grateful I am,” she whispered. “I’m saying it because I truly want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want all the love you’ve carried for me since we were young… until the day I die.”
Rising on her tiptoes, Emily pressed a tender kiss to his lips. His gaze never left her, drinking her in as though she were the only thing that existed. Her palm slid up to his cheek, thumb brushing just beneath his ear as she held him there.
“I wish you had confessed earlier,” she murmured, her pout soft and playful. “Maybe then it wouldn’t have taken us so long to finally get here.”
Sebastian’s chest tightened. He cupped her face, his large hand sliding from her jaw to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair before gliding down the curve of her hip.
Suddenly, Emily leapt into his arms, surprising him. Her arms looped tightly around his neck, her legs wrapping securely around his waist. He caught her with ease, his strong hands gripping her hips as she leaned down, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Mr. Graves,” she teased, her smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “do you like my confession?”
His restraint snapped. With a low growl, Sebastian crushed his mouth to hers.
She met him eagerly, the kiss deep and consuming, stealing her breath as his lips moved against hers with unrestrained hunger.
When she finally pulled back, their breaths mingled, and he spoke against her mouth, his voice husky and raw.
“I love everything about you—and every word that ever comes out of your mouth. And right now…” his grip tightened possessively on her hips, “…I’m dying to show you just how much.”
Her giggle spilled out, light and sweet, a sound that melted the edge of his hunger even as it fueled him. In one swift turn, he carried her toward the bed, setting her down gently yet without letting her go.
Hovering above her, Sebastian brushed her hair back with a tenderness that contrasted with the fire in his eyes. “Emily,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. “I’ve loved you my entire life. My greatest dream has always been to marry you.”
She reached up and pulled him down into a kiss, her lips soft and lingering against his. When he pulled back, his forehead rested on hers, his whisper breaking through the silence. “I love you.”
Her heart twisted at the expression on his face. Pure, unguarded joy, so rare on a man like him.
“The love I’ve waited for so long…” he brushed his thumb across her cheek with infinite care, “…is finally mine.”
A shiver ran through her as she met his gaze. She smiled, her lips curving and she pulled him closer. Her whisper was soft, intimate. “I love you too.”
Sebastian’s hands roamed over her body, memorizing every reaction, lingering on the places that made her shiver the most. He stepped closer, guiding her until the backs of her knees pressed against the glass table by the couches.
Gently at first, his hands traced over the towel draped across her chest, teasing, testing her reactions.
Then, with a sudden, possessive hunger, he removed it, exposing her curves to his ravenous eyes.
He drank her in, tilting her slightly so he could admire her fully, his hands tracing the weight of her breasts.
Sebastian pressed her breasts together, deepening her already tempting cleavage. Emily drew in a sharp breath just as he bent closer, his lips and hands claiming her in a single, possessive motion.
He latched onto her chest, his mouth and fingers working in tandem. She arched, a soft moan escaping her lips, trapped beneath him, unable to pull away. His hands found her wrists, holding them firmly as his body pressed against hers.
“Ah…” Emily gasped, her breath shaky as she tried to wriggle away from his relentless tongue and hands.
But Sebastian didn’t let her escape. His mouth and fingers were merciless, seeking out the most sensitive places—her waist, her ribs, even the tender skin beneath her arms—drawing shivers and helpless laughter from her lips.
He caught her body and lifted her, setting her down on the cold glass table.
Her palms pressed flat against the surface, but he guided her forward, pushing her upper body down until her hips were raised high for him.
His hands spread her apart, his hungry eyes roaming over the smooth curve of her ass before his fingers slipped boldly between her thighs.
The first brush over her swollen nub was feather-light, teasing.
Emily moaned, pressing her forehead harder against the cool glass, desperate for relief from the heat flooding between her legs.
Shame and need warred inside her as his fingers rubbed her wet, aching center, coaxing tremors through her body.
Her ankles shook, her knees barely holding, yet Sebastian’s touch remained maddeningly light, skimming her clit and her slick folds with just the tip of his finger.
Then, without warning, he pushed her panties aside and slid a finger deep inside her.
Emily squeaked, her whole body jerking at the sudden invasion, but Sebastian didn’t stop. His finger thrust and twisted inside her, searching, probing, until she was crying out, barely able to hold herself upright. Her moans filled the room, raw and uncontrollable.
In the next heartbeat, he swept her up from the table and tossed her onto the bed.
Reaching for the sleek black gift box at the corner, he flipped it open and pulled out a pair of gleaming handcuffs. With a swift click, her wrists were locked against the headboard, forcing her back to arch, her hips rising helplessly.
Pinned and trembling, Emily could only gasp as Sebastian thrust his fingers into her again, harder this time.
Her arms strained against the cuffs, her legs weak as jelly, yet his pace never faltered.
He leaned down close to her ear, his breath hot, and before she could react, he slammed three fingers inside her at once.
“Ahhh!” Emily cried, her forehead pressing desperately against his shoulder as her knees buckled.
His fingers curled with purpose, stroking that swollen, sensitive spot deep inside her. Every shameless stroke of her G-spot sent shudders ripping through her body, pulling ragged moans from her throat. She was trembling, shivering, already on the edge of release when suddenly—he pulled away.
Her body convulsed with frustration. “Ah!” she cried, helpless and desperate, her voice breaking.
Sebastian smirked at her need, savoring the sight of her trembling body straining against the restraints. He grabbed the black box again, his gaze never leaving her flushed, alluring form. From inside, he pulled out two lengths of silk ribbon.
Returning to her, he tied them tightly around her breasts, binding them until they pushed up, round and full, the skin turning flushed beneath the silk. The sight made his mouth water, his hunger sharpening at the sight of her soft flesh reddening under his control.
“Mmmhhmmm!” Emily whimpered, her cries trapped beneath the tape as her body writhed helplessly under him.
“Hush,” Sebastian whispered, his voice low and commanding as he rose to his feet.
A trail of her arousal slid down the inside of her thigh, glistening in the light, and before Emily could gather her breath, his hand slid between her legs.
Two thick fingers pushed into her dripping heat, filling her, stroking deep inside until the tips brushed against that sensitive spot that made her tremble helplessly.
At the same time, his mouth clamped down on her taut pink nipples, sucking hungrily while his palms kneaded her breasts.
The wet heat of his mouth contrasted with the chill in the air, making her peaks stand up proudly against his tongue.
When his eyes finally met hers, Emily felt her knees buckle.
She collapsed back onto the bed, trembling under his weight.
A dirty smile tugged at Sebastian’s lips as he straightened. He tugged down his zipper, freeing the heavy length of his arousal. The sight alone made her chest tighten with both dread and anticipation. He ripped off his tie and thrust it between her lips, gagging her cries before she could protest.
Grabbing her ankles, he pushed her legs high into the air, spreading her wide open until her slick folds were fully exposed to his hungry gaze. His tongue darted over his lips as he murmured, almost to himself, “…you are so fucking tempting.”
Emily whimpered against the gag, her breath shallow, her breasts aching from being bound so long. The peaks of her nipples were still damp and cold from his saliva, making her shiver beneath him.
His fingers traced lazily down her leg, trailing over the back of her knee, drawing a helpless moan from her. She tried to jerk her leg away, but—
Smack .
His palm came down hard against her ass, the sound echoing sharply as she whimpered, burying her face in her arms before reluctantly moving her leg back into place.
Sebastian’s touch drifted down her other leg, lingering along her thigh, her knee, her ankle, then teasing the delicate arch of her foot.
She writhed, her body taut with sensitivity, but his eyes never left the glistening mess between her thighs.
Her arousal dripped freely, running down her inner thighs in a shameless trail.
At last, his fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing softly, circling with cruel patience.
“Mmhhh,” Emily gasped, her muffled plea barely escaping past the gag.
He ignored it, sliding his fingers inside her once more, stroking her walls until her body clenched around him. With a sudden, sharp smack to her ass, he pulled them out again, leaving her empty and trembling.
“You want more?” Sebastian asked darkly, tracing a wet finger up the curve of her back. “Beg me.”
Her legs shivered violently, the cold air tormenting her open center, making her ache even more. His fingers brushed her nub again, coaxing a ragged cry from her lips, only to withdraw before she could savor the relief.
“Beg me,” he demanded again, his frustration slipping into his tone.
Emily stayed silent, though her legs tried to close against the unbearable vulnerability. He noticed instantly, forcing them apart once more, his fingers finding her clit again.
“Mmmhh…” Emily moaned, her voice muffled, her body betraying her.
She clenched her jaw around the gag, her body shook with need. The sight of her whimpering only made his hunger worse.
His gaze locked on her sweaty, flushed face, and with a growl he wrapped his hand around his thick shaft, stroking it slowly, letting her see just how much she affected him.
The head of his rod brushed against her clit, teasing, stroking lightly. Each touch made her body jerk, her slick folds growing wetter until her arousal ran freely down her thighs, dripping to the floor.
With torturous patience, he pressed his crown into her entrance, sliding just barely inside before pulling out again, over and over. The shallow intrusion left her whimpering, her body desperate for more even as he refused to give it.
Her legs glistened with wetness, her arousal dripping down to her ankles, evidence of just how much she wanted him. He could see her body begging, even if her mouth remained stubbornly shut.
She felt the familiar stretch, the burn of him as he slid halfway into her, then stilled. His fingers gripped her hips tightly, trembling with restraint. The sound of her soft whimper filled the air, shattering the silence.
His lips pressed against her shoulder in a rough kiss as his hand slid down to her clit, rubbing in slow, tormenting circles while his shaft moved only inches inside her. He gave her just enough to taste him—but never enough to satisfy.
Emily’s whole body ached, her need wound so tight she thought she might break. She tried to press back against him, reaching for more, craving the release that he kept dangling just out of reach.
“More,” she finally whispered, her voice raw and desperate. “Please!”