Chapter 16
Sébastien
W hen we kiss again , I can feel her desperation. She wraps her arms around my neck and jumps up. I catch her, of course I catch her, her body clinging to mine like I’m the only solid thing in her world. Her legs wrap tight around my waist, and I stagger back a step from the force of it, but I don’t let go. I couldn’t if I tried.
She’s burning. Gods, she’s so hot and slick against me I nearly drop to my knees. Rowan moans into my mouth, a needy, broken sound that punches straight to my core. Her fingers twist in my hair, her nails raking lightly against my scalp, and I swear I see stars. I grip the underside of her thighs to hold her up, and the motion presses her core flush against my rock-hard cock.
She gasps. I groan. The scent of her Heat flares, thick and sweet and obscene in the air. My restraint fractures. “ Mon c?ur, ” I breathe against her lips, voice shaking with the force of my need. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Yes, I do,” she whimpers, and that answer, that voice, is soaked in need, wild and pleading and so Omega, it nearly unmans me.
I stagger toward the bedroom, one arm under her ass, the other fisting in the hem of her shirt. She’s squirming in my arms, panting against my neck, chasing friction like it’s the only thing tethering her to sanity. I get us to bed and lay her down carefully, but she clings harder, refusing to let go.
Her legs tighten around me, holding me there, hips grinding up as if instinct alone can give her what she needs.
Her head falls back. “Please,” she moans, voice breaking. “Please Sébastien, I need ... God, I need— ”
“I know,” I murmur, brushing her hair back as I kiss a trembling line along her throat. “I know, my sweet. But I need to touch you first. I need to make sure you're okay. Let me take care of you.”
She nods frantically, her breath catching when I slide my hands slowly up the curve of her thighs, pushing the damp fabric of her sleep shorts aside. Her slick coats my fingers immediately hot, thick, and unrelenting. I groan, low and guttural, my self-control snapping taut.
“ So much, ” I whisper in awe. “You’re soaking, Rowan. You’re deep in Heat, mon ange.”
She bites her lip, eyes glazed with panic and pleasure. “Is that... bad?”
“No.” My lips brush her jaw. “It’s beautiful. It means your body knows exactly what it wants.”
“And what if I don’t?” she whispers, trembling under me.
“Then I’ll teach you,” I promise, and I kiss her again, slow this time, deep and worshipful, even as my hands stroke her thighs like prayer. “We don’t have to finish. I’ll just ease you through it. Let me soothe the ache.”
She nods, tears catching at the corners of her lashes. I feel her relax beneath me. Trust me. My scent unfurls instinctively, honey and rain and vanilla, wrapping around her like a balm, calming her trembling nerves, even as her scent drives mine wild. I pull her shirt up and over her head, baring her soft curves to the dim light filtering in through the blinds. Her skin is flushed, dewy with sweat, her nipples tight and begging for attention. I press soft kisses across her chest, reverent, pausing to flick my tongue over one pert peak.
She cries out, arching under me, her fingers tangling in my curls.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, kissing my way down her trembling belly. “Let me show you just how perfect you are.”
And then I lower myself between her thighs, kissing the inside of her knee first, then the tender skin just beside it. I take my time. Let her squirm. Let her need crest. Because when I finally taste her...
Mon dieu. I nearly lose my mind.
Rowan
I CAN’T THINK. I CAN’T breathe. The only thing I know, the only thing that exists , is him. Sébastien’s mouth on me, his hands like fire, his scent filling my lungs, drowning me. I feel every inch of him against me, hard and hot, pressing into me like I’m the only thing that matters, and it’s making me, God, it’s making me crazy .
My skin burns. Every part of me aches, a tightness in my chest, my belly, my legs. But it’s a good ache. An ache that pulls me apart and demands I let go.
“Please,” I moan again, my voice cracked and desperate, just above a whisper. His lips are on my neck, soft and slow, kissing, licking, tender but urgent. His tongue flicks against my skin, and I shudder, my breath ragged, my hands shaking as I push them into his hair, pulling him closer.
His mouth meets mine again, hard, desperate. My legs tighten around him without thinking, pulling him deeper into me. My hips move instinctively, grinding against his body, seeking the relief I know is coming, needs to come.
But I don’t know how. I don’t know why. I just need him. I need him so much. He groans against my lips, the sound low and ragged, and I feel it all the way down to my core. His hands slide under my shorts, the fabric sticking to my skin, his touch sending jolts of electricity up my spine.
His fingers slide over my hips, brushing against my slick skin, and it feels so good, so right , that I can’t hold back the desperate whimper that escapes me. I want more. I need more. I need everything .
“Rowan,” he whispers, his voice thick with a hunger I can’t ignore. “You’re so wet. You feel so fucking good.”
I bury my face in his chest, my mind spinning. This is wrong. My body’s doing things it shouldn’t. But it feels right. It feels perfect . I push against him again, harder this time, my hands roaming over his chest, his arms, anything I can touch, anything I can hold on to. I need him closer to me. I need more friction, more relief. My body feels like it’s on fire, every inch of me burning with the need for him.
His fingers slide lower, just under the waistband of my shorts, and my body jerks instinctively, a shudder rolling through me. I gasp for air, but it doesn’t help. Nothing helps.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice quiet, gentle, like he’s waiting for something. But I can’t even process the question, because his fingers are there, just on the edge of me, so close, but not enough. Not yet.
“I’m fine ,” I gasp, my voice frantic. “I need— please —I just need you.”
He hesitates, just a moment, before his lips crash down on mine again, and then his fingers slip inside me. Holy fuck. I shudder violently, my body clenching around him, but I don’t care. I need him deeper. Harder. More.
I cry out into his mouth as he moves, his hand sliding with ease, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough. My body is begging for more, and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t want to stop it.
I push against him again, desperate, frantic, my chest heaving, my thighs trembling with the need to feel more. His touch, his scent, his warmth, everything is too much, but it’s not enough.
“Please,” I beg, but the word feels hollow, empty. It’s not enough. It’s never enough.
He groans again, his teeth grazing my neck as his thumb presses against that spot, the one that makes everything inside me tighten, makes me ache . I can’t breathe, can’t think, just feel. The pleasure is building, thick and heavy, pulling me under.
“Don’t stop,” I manage to gasp, barely able to form the words, my body trembling with the force of it. “Please, don’t stop.”
Sébastien doesn’t stop. He presses deeper, harder, until my body shudders, a soft cry escaping me as I come undone, unraveling in his arms.
I fall into him, breathless, my body slick with sweat and need, my limbs trembling with the aftermath. I don’t know what just happened, only that it wasn’t enough, but it was something . It was everything . But I don’t have time to process it. His breath is harsh against my skin, and I can feel him. Can feel him. But I don’t have time to process it. His breath is harsh against my skin, and I can feel him. Can feel him. His need.
“Rowan,” he murmurs, but there’s no mistaking the way his voice cracks, how raw it sounds. “That was just the beginning.”
I look up at him, confusion and desire still swirling in my mind. What does he mean? What’s happening to me? But I don’t have time to ask, because all I can think of is the heat between my legs, the ache that hasn’t gone away. It’s still there, burning through me, demanding more. And I’m so lost in it, I don’t even know how to pull myself out. I don’t think I want to.