44. Lilian
Chapter 44
Lilian
Waves of pleasure collapse over me as he rocks into me with deep, steady strokes.
My hands roam over the hard planes of his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch. We’ve had sex several times since we’re a couple again. But this… This is different.
“Fuck, you feel so good, princess,” he groans against my lips.
No one makes me feel the way he does. I meet his thrusts eagerly, hooking my other leg around his waist to take him deeper. Our lips part on panting breaths, and I stare into his lust-blown eyes.
There’s nothing hindering us anymore. We are committed to each other. We love each other. And we made it through everything thrown at us.
Nothing can break us apart.
“Sebastian.” His name falls from my lips like a prayer. Like it’s the only word I know.
He buries his face in my neck, teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. I cry out, nails raking down his back. The pleasure-pain blurs together exquisitely .
“That’s it, princess. Let me hear you.”
My eyes squeeze shut, and the sensations threaten to overpower me. I’m balanced on the edge, desperate for release.
“Please.” More, harder, everything he can give me.
I arch into him, meeting his thrusts with my own desperate movements. My skin is on fire everywhere he touches me. It’s like I’ve been starving for this, for him, and now I’m finally being fed.
“That’s my good girl.” He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. “Taking me so well.”
His words shoot straight to my core. I clench around him, and he groans, hips snapping harder.
“You’re mine, Lil. All mine.” His hand comes up to wrap loosely around my throat, a possessive gesture that makes me wild. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp out. “Only yours, Sebastian.”
And I am. In this moment and every other moment, I’m his completely. Body, heart, and soul.
He rewards me with a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars. I’m so close, wound up so tightly that I feel I might snap.
“Come for me, princess,” he commands roughly. “I want to feel you.”
As if my body was waiting for his permission, I let go. My orgasm crashes over me in intense ripples, and I cry out his name like a litany. He works me through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m boneless and spent beneath him.
With a few more erratic thrusts, he’s following me over the edge. He buries himself deep, his cock pulsing inside me, and it’s the most captivating feeling I could ever ask for.
We lay there tangled up in each other, slick skin and racing hearts. I run my fingers through his damp hair, and he presses soft kisses to my shoulder .
“I love you,” he murmurs. “I’ll never let you go again.”
My heart swells at his words. “I love you, too. Always.”
“What did I do to deserve you?”
“You stayed.” The simplest of truths and the only answer that matters. A contented sigh escapes my lips. I’ve never felt so utterly sated, so completely at peace.
“Did you ever think we’d end up here? Like this?” he asks.
“What, naked and sweaty in your bed?” I laugh. “I had some fantasies in college.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You know what I mean, princess.”
I prop myself up on an elbow to look at him. His hair is an absolute mess from my fingers, his lips kiss-swollen, and I love it.
“Honestly? No. After what happened in college…” I shake my head. “I wasn’t sure we’d ever find our way back to each other.”
His hand lifts to cradle my cheek, his thumb gently grazing my lower lip. “I’m sorry for all the times I hurt you, Lil. I was an idiot.”
“We both made mistakes.” I turn my head to press a kiss to his palm. “But we’re here now. That’s what matters.”
“I’m never letting you go again. You know that, right?”
“I know.” My heart flutters. “Even when I hated you, I knew. I’m yours, Sebastian. Completely.”
“Damn right, you are.”
“Then we’re on the same page at last.”
“We were always on the same page.” He tugs me down for a kiss, deep and consuming. I melt into him, into this moment. Into us.
When we break apart, I rest my forehead against his. “So, what now?”
Sebastian’s arms tighten around me. “Now? Now, I’m going to show you exactly how much I love you. Over and over again. ”
He rolls us, hovering over me, his body a perfect weight pressing me into the mattress.
“Think you can handle that, princess?” His tone is teasing, but his eyes are dark with promise.
I push at his chest. “Wait. I have something for you.”
He lets out a groan, and I untangle myself from his embrace, dragging the sheets with me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks.
I give him a coy smile over my shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
“You better get your sweet ass back here, princess, or I’m coming to get you.”
“I’ll be right back.” Wrapping the sheet around my body, I pad out to where my purse lies discarded. Rummaging through it, my fingers close around the small USB drive.
I hurry back to the bedroom, the sheet trailing behind me like a makeshift wedding train. His eyes widen as I jump onto the bed beside him, bouncing a little.
“What’s that?” He nods towards the drive in my hand.
I hold it out to him. “A peace offering. From my brothers.”
“What’s on it?” He takes it, turning it over in his fingers.
“An offer to work together.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Your brothers really do approve.”
Warmth spreads through me. “You really think so?”
“Yeah.” He sets the drive on the nightstand and yanks me into his lap, his arms encircling my waist as I lay my head on his chest. “Have you ever thought about going back to your parent’s house?”
Where’s that coming from? I lift my head. “What do you mean?”
“Do you… do you want to remember your childhood? ”
I freeze, and his arms squeeze me tighter.
“It’s okay if you don’t.” He strokes my hair. “I thought… maybe with everything working out so well, you’d like to tackle the next step.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “I don’t want to.” Because if I do, it could all go to hell. It could either be good or bad. “Everything is kind of perfect right now. With my brothers. With you and me.”
“Whenever you’re ready.” He rocks me gently, his lips pressed to my hair. “I love you. Never forget that.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” He nuzzles into my neck, his stubble rasping against my skin. “Now. We have a little problem.”
“Mmm.” I tilt my head to give him better access. “What kind of problem?”
His lips trail up to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I have this beautiful naked woman in my bed.”
“Is that so? And what exactly do you plan to do about this problem, Mr. Barron?”
His hands slide down my sides, his fingers digging into my hips. “Oh, I have a few ideas, princess.”
I giggle as he flips us over, pinning me beneath him, the sheet tangling around our bodies.
“Care to share with the class?”
“I’d rather show you.” His mouth crashes down on mine, hot and demanding. I moan into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair.
This is what matters. Not the past.