34. Lilian
Chapter 34
Lilian
Sebastian steps back without a word, holding the door open in silent invitation.
I step inside, fidgeting with my bag, as he closes the door behind me, and the familiar scent of his cologne envelops me. The click of the lock echoes like a gunshot.
“What are you doing here?” His voice is flat.
I drop my gaze. I came here on impulse, driven by concern and a need to make things right, but now I’m not sure how to explain.
“I wanted to see you.” I hold out the box of cupcakes like a peace offering. “I made these for you.”
He stares at the box for a long moment before taking it from my hands. “Thanks.” He sets it on his desk.
The silence stretches between us, heavy with all the things unsaid .
“I just…” Lifting my head, I meet his gaze steadily. “The truth is, I miss you. Even after everything that’s happened. I still care. I wanted to hate you. It would be so much easier if I could. I wish I could, and I tried, but I-I can’t. It scares me because I know I shouldn’t, but I love you.”
“Is that my pretend card talking?”
“I don’t need to pretend.”
He stares at me, his expression unreadable, and the silence is a yawning chasm, threatening to swallow me whole. I search his face for any sign that I’m not too late. Then, in two strides, he’s in front of me, his hands rough but tender as they cup my face. His lips crash into mine. Hungry and desperate.
I gasp, the sound lost in the whirlwind of his kiss, my arms flying up around his neck. He smells fresh out of the shower, his hair still damp.
“I love you too, Lil. So fucking much.”
Relief floods my veins, warm and dizzying, followed by a wave of desire so intense it nearly knocks me over. I tilt my head back, exposing my throat. “Show me,” I whisper. “Show me how much you love me.”
His eyes darken, his grip on my hips tightening. “You sure about this, princess?”
I nod, biting my lip.
He groans, capturing my mouth in another kiss as he walks me backward towards the bed. My knees hit the edge, and we tumble down onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and heated skin. His body covers mine, hard and heavy in all the right places.
“Sebastian.” I breathe his name like a prayer.
“I’ve got you, princess.” His lips trail down my neck, his teeth nipping at my pulse point. “I’ve always got you.”
He sinks his teeth into the delicate skin of my neck, and I cry out. Pain and pleasure blur together.
“Mine.” He hums against my skin, the vibration making me shiver. “You’re fucking mine.”
He undresses me piece by piece until I’m laid bare before him, and then he strips off his own clothes. My mouth waters at the faint light casting shadows across the planes of his muscular chest and abs.
This man, this handsome, charming, kind, and complicated man. I’m lost.
Sebastian’s eyes, dark with lust, rake over my exposed skin, and I flush, equal parts nervous and excited.
“You’re so beautiful.” He leans back down, his breath is hot against my skin. “I want to worship every inch of you.”
True to his word, Sebastian begins a slow, torturous descent down my body. I arch into his touch, craving more, needing to feel him everywhere. But he takes his time, mapping a path of fire across my skin, pausing to nip and suck, and leaving a constellation of love bites in his wake. Each one a physical reminder of me belonging to him.
“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with want .
Sebastian lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine. In their depths swims the same desperate longing that consumes me, the same aching desire to be together. The dullness, the hurt—it’s all gone.
He reaches out to stroke a single finger down my body, from the hollow of my throat to the apex of my thighs. I whimper as he reaches my clit, my hips jolting.
Slowly, he comes up, looking straight into my soul. “Mark me, princess.”
Marking him? “What?”
“I want you to mark me.”
Hesitantly, I reach up, tilting his head until his neck is within reach. I place a soft, tentative kiss on his warm skin.
“Do it.” His voice is rough, commanding. “Make me yours.”
I open my mouth, gently taking the delicate skin between my teeth. Sebastian groans, the sound shooting straight to my core, and I begin to suck, still cautious.
“Harder.”
I comply, biting down with force. He hisses in pained pleasure, rocking his hips against me. Hot and hard.
“That’s my girl. Don’t stop.” He shoves two fingers inside me, and a stifled moan escapes me, but I continue sucking the spot like a vampire.
He pumps his fingers slowly, and I roll my hips to meet them. I need him so much.
“Just like that, princess.” His voice resonates with dark satisfaction, and he inserts another finger, stroking me firmly from within.
The combined stimulation makes me wild and wanton. I clamp my teeth down harder. He groans, picking up the pace and crooking his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashes over me, dragging me under. My head falls back against the pillows, and I squeeze my eyes shut, relishing the release.
When the last tremors subside, he withdraws his fingers.
“You’re mine just like I’m yours. Never forget that,” he says.
My eyes drop to his neck, where an angry red mark now blooms on his skin. I reach up, tracing it with my fingertips. “I promise.”
He leans down to capture my lips, the tip of his cock teasing my slick entrance. “Beg for it, princess.”
My body thrums with need, and I arch my hips, inviting him in.
His lips curve into an arrogant smirk, not moving an inch.
I groan in frustration, desperate to have him inside me. “Please, Sebastian. I need you.”
He nips at my earlobe. “That’s my good girl.”
With one powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside me. A throaty moan falls from my lips at the sudden intrusion, my walls stretching to accommodate him.
He draws out slowly before slamming back in and setting a brutal pace, with each thrust hitting that fan-fucking-tastic sweet spot deep inside me. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he fucks me into the mattress.
“You feel so fucking good.” His words are muffled against my neck as he sucks another mark into my skin.
The feeling sweeps me away, the feeling of him moving inside me, claiming me, owning me. This is where I belong.
Broken cries and breathless pleas fill the space between us. After a while, he slows down, driving into me with deep, powerful strokes. Pleasure coils tight at the base of my spine, building and building.
“Come for me, princess.” He growls, circling my clit with his thumb.
The dual stimulation sends me tumbling over the edge with a shattered moan. My body is electric, tense, and buzzing with joy. Then it all vanishes, and I let out a short breath, slumping back into the sheets.
He is still inside me, slowly thrusting.
“Sebastian?”
“Not done yet.” Watching me with a self-satisfied smirk, he sits back on his feet and grips my legs, holding them up against his chest.
He continues the lazy rhythm of his hips. The stretch and drag of him inside me is maddening, not nearly enough, but too much all at once. His hand finds my breast, kneading and pinching until I’m squirming with desperate need. Exhaustion replaced by renewed arousal .
I try to lift my hips, chasing more friction, but he uses his hold on me to pin me in place, making me whine in frustration.
“So greedy.” He chuckles, dragging his cock out, only to sink back in with a sharp snap of his hips.
The sound that leaves my lips can only be described as a sob. I am greedy for him. I’m desperate and needy, strung out from his teasing.
“Turn around and grab the headboard, princess.”
“I don’t think I can take more.”
He lowers my legs. “You can and you will.”
With trembling limbs, I do as ordered, the headboard cool under my palms.
He drags the broad tip of his cock through the slick mess between my thighs, teasing before plunging back inside. I gasp, my inner walls fluttering around his length, still sensitive.
Sebastian groans, fingers digging into my hips. “You love having my cock inside you, don’t you princess?”
I nod frantically, my breath coming in ragged gasps, unable to form words. My entire body is a live wire, every nerve ending focused on the point where he fills me, stretches me.
“Beg me,” he commands.
“Please,” I manage to choke out, my voice a desperate whimper. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Not a chance,” he says, and I can almost hear the wicked grin in his words.
He moves again, slow and deliberate at first, each thrust a tease that makes me ache for more, then he rams into me with enough force to rattle my bones, and my hands grip the headboard so tightly my knuckles turn white. I’m crying out, drowning in sensation, only being able to take the pleasure he gives, helpless.
My knees threaten to buckle, but he holds me in place. “Give me one more.” Thrust.
I shatter with a sob, vision whiting out at the edges. Through the haze of ecstasy, I feel Sebastian follow, hot spurts of cum coating my insides. It feels warm, adding to the joyful oblivion I’m in.
He stays nestled inside, chest rising and falling against my back as we catch our breath.
My whole body is limp and boneless, thrumming with satisfaction. I swallow thickly, my throat dry, and my fingers aching from gripping the headboard.
Sebastian presses a kiss to the nape of my neck before sliding free with a wet sound. “Don’t move.”
His release trickles down the inside of my thigh in a sticky mess. How does he even expect me to move after this?