Chapter Twenty-Five #2
I did my best to stay still as he did it a few more times, each one pressing a little deeper before retreating completely.
“You feel so good in here,” he rasped, thumb brushing my rim. “Do you want me to tell you?”
My body tensed at the words. Another shiver rolled through me as he pressed in deeper.
I nodded.
“You’re hot and slick and so relaxed, practically sucking me in.” A deeper push, this one with more force. “Favorite place on earth, right here.” His thumb grazed again, then a harder thrust.
I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound.
He stilled. “You know the deal, darling. You start holding those moans in, and I won’t give you what you want.”
My mouth fell open. “Please.”
His hands slid to my waist, fingers stroking once, the chains biting into my skin… and then he yanked me back, driving his cock fully inside.
“Ah, fuck!”
“Yes, my darling.” Another thrust. “Like that.” His fingertips dug into my flesh, forcing me back again, drawing his name from my throat. “Louder.”
I didn’t need the order. I wouldn’t have been able to quiet the sounds tearing out of me even if I tried. Each hard thrust lit me up, every muscle tensing with the need for release. The desk scraped across the floor, chains clinking as the force of his movement shoved my body over it.
“Push back, pet,” he urged. “Show me how you love it.”
I did immediately, shoulders burning with the strain as I used my forearms for leverage, meeting him instinctively, feeling his control slip as his thrusts picked up speed.
His hands clamped around my waist like a vise, hauling me onto his cock again and again, filling me, setting me alight from the inside out.
My cock bounced beneath us, throbbing with need.
Then he hit exactly right—the pressure perfect on that sweet spot—and I moaned his name loudly.
“Right there?”
“Yes!”
He set his stance, grip firm, and started driving into me hard enough to make my eyes roll back.
“Fuck, yes!” My toes curled into the carpet as I met every thrust I could manage, desperate for more.
Sebastian’s hand slid into my hair, fisting it—not enough to tip into pain, but the sure grip sent a shockwave of pleasure straight down my spine.
“Gonna come,” I groaned, pulling against the cuffs, my whole body drawn tight as he dragged me closer and closer with every thrust until, with another scream of his name, the heat coiled low in my gut, balls pulling tight, and finally—fucking finally—my cock kicked and spilled. Untouched.
“That’s it, darling,” Sebastian said, voice wrecked. “That’s it. Fucking come on my cock.”
And I did—for so long and so hard my vision whited out, ears ringing as my body jolted over the desk, pleasure still singing through my nerves while he kept fucking me, each thrust growing more erratic until he finally slowed, and, with an almighty groan, his heat began to fill me.
Time stretched, suspended in that hazy nirvana of pleasure, our harsh breaths loud in the otherwise silent room, until little by little we pieced ourselves back together and drifted down to reality.
He lowered himself over me, forearms braced on either side of my body, panting over my shoulder, still buried deep. Slowly, Sebastian pulled out, pressing soft kisses along my neck as he loosened the restraints, rubbing careful fingers over my wrists to coax the feeling back into my hands.
“There’s a cloth in that drawer,” I said. “And water.”
He hummed. “Thought of everything, did you?”
Sebastian helped ease me onto my back, settling in the chair, and lifting my feet to the armrests again.
I watched, entranced, as he pulled what he needed from the drawer, dampened the cloth, and started to clean me, first wiping away the sweat and then the mess between my legs, his focus entirely on what he was doing.
I let my gaze drift over him, taking in his flushed face, the way his chest rose and fell, the strength in his shoulders, and his messy hair, something warm and stupidly fond tightening in my chest.
He noticed and arched a brow in question.
“You’re so fucking handsome,” I said. “Did you know that?”
His smile was equal parts smug and self-conscious. Cute.
So I kept going. “I could spend all day just looking at you.”
Sebastian chuckled, finishing with me before turning the cloth on himself.
I closed my eyes and rubbed at my shoulder, wincing at the dull burn.
“I’ll work it out for you later,” he said. “In bed.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m still going to.”
My eyes opened when his hands settled on my waist, the cold press of metal against my overheated skin drawing a sharp breath from me.
His eyes were gorgeously dark as he looked down at me. “Come here. I want you close.”
I smiled and let him pull me down with him, straddling his lap on shaky legs. Sebastian wrapped his arms around my waist and found my mouth, kissing me the way he always did—slow, deep, and full of heat.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I held on to him as I met every one of his kisses. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he said back, without a moment’s hesitation.
My heart felt too full to contain it. After everything—the distance, the fear, the years we lost, and the work it took to find our way back—we were here. No hiding. No pretending. Just us, still laughing, still trusting, still choosing each other.
Being with him felt like finally exhaling after holding my breath for years.
His eyes were on my face, that soft smile lingering. “What are you thinking?” he asked, because he always knew when something was stirring in me.
“I’m so happy, Ash,” I said. “I’m so fucking happy. With you. With this.”
“Me too.” His fingers brushed slowly along my spine. “I’ve never felt more… complete.”
My hands twisted in his hair, keeping him close. “Let’s not ever let this go, okay? You and me, right now. Let’s keep this forever. Let’s love the fuck out of each other.”
He nodded, eyes steady. “I want that.”
Emotion swelled in my chest, urgent and overwhelming—and I loved that he met me there, that he never flinched from my intensity. He loved all of me. “Promise me.”
His expression changed—set with intent. “I can do more than that,” he said, quietly searching my face. “If you let me.”
“What do you mean?”
His arms tightened around my waist, drawing me in. “I want you to be wearing that ring right now.”
The words were barely a whisper, but they hit me like a blow, my eyes widening—heart stuttering.
“I want to keep this forever too,” he said. “I don’t want to imagine a future without you in it. And I want everyone to know how fucking lucky I am.”
My body felt light, unsteady, like I might drift right out of myself.
“I want you to know that I’m yours,” he went on. “That this is ours, and nothing and nobody is ever going to take it away from us.” His tongue swept over his lips, his gaze dark and unwavering. “Marry me, Ethan.”
My eyes burned. My hands trembled where they held him. “It’s crazy,” I whispered. “Isn’t it? It’s too soon—”
“Maybe,” he cut in gently. “Maybe for anyone else. But you and me, pet? When have we ever given a fuck about what makes sense? When have rules ever meant anything to us?”
My grip tightened on his hair, my heart racing like it already knew what it wanted.
“What do you say?” His eyes were bright and earnest as they looked up at me. “Let’s love the fuck out of each other.”
A wet laugh escaped me as I nodded. “Yes,” I breathed. “I’ll marry you, Sebastian.”
His grin was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
And I met it with one of my own. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”