Chapter 51 Sebastian
SEBASTIAN
My bedroom feels different with her in it again. It feels shared. Like even the air knows she belongs here.
I close the door behind us and gently lay her on the bed.
Every instinct screams to pull her close—but every hard-earned lesson reminds me to slow down.
Ivy turns her face to mine. Her eyes are warm. “You okay?” she asks.
I nod. “I am if you are.”
Her smile is slow. Dangerous. “I am.”
I perch on the bed, close enough to feel her warmth, but not touching her yet.
“Sebastian,” she murmurs. “You can touch me.”
I cup her jaw gently, thumb brushing along her cheek like I’m memorizing the feel of her again. The contact is electric.
She exhales, eyes fluttering shut for half a second.
I lean in, resting my forehead against hers. “This isn’t me taking,” I say quietly. “This is me choosing you.”
“Good,” she whispers. “Because I choose you too.”
She pulls me closer, our lips nearly touching. Heat builds between us.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I murmur, my eyes flicking to hers, then dropping to her lips.
“Okay,” she says, breathless.
I lean in and kiss her, slow at first—then deeper when she opens for me with a soft sound that guts me. Fuck, she feels good. Warm. Soft. Yielding.
I tilt her head back and deepen the kiss, shifting and settling my weight onto her.
Her legs spread, welcoming me. I align our hips, hard against her. She grinds against me while her fingers tangle in my hair. Mine settle at her waist, steady and sure.
We both moan into the kiss.
We’re a tangle of limbs and heat, connection, and the unmistakable pull of two people who have been circling each other.
“I hate fighting with you,” I whisper against her lips.
“I hate it, too,” she whispers back.
The world narrows. Everything else—fear, control, vigilance—falls away. There’s only her breath, her warmth, and the way she fits against me like she always has.
When we finally pull back, foreheads touching, her smile is wicked and soft all at once. “You still breathing?” she asks.
“Barely,” I admit.
“Good,” she says. “Because I intend to remind you why I’m worth trusting.”
I kiss along her skin. She squirms beneath me, her hands bunching in my shirt. “Take this off. I need to look at you.”
I chuckle and sit back on my heels, pulling my shirt over my head.
She bites her lip, gaze roaming from my shoulders to my chest and over my stomach, drinking me in. “Damn, you’re sexy.”
I grin at her compliment. “And you...” I grab the hem of her shirt, waiting until she nods before pulling it over her head. “... are absolutely stunning.”
She’s not wearing a bra, so she’s exposed to me. I’m distracted by the swell of her breasts. “Fuck.”
She laughs, her eyes shining.
I still for a beat because seeing her like this feels like trust.
“Ivy.” Her name comes out half-strangled.
She’s watching me, cheeks flushed, green eyes glowing with desire, lips tipped up at the edges in a wicked smile. “Sebastian.”
I smirk before covering her with my body and plying her with another deep kiss. She moans against my lips, and I drink the sound down and roll my hips into hers, enjoying the tension. While I’m desperate to remove the layers between us and bury myself inside, I don’t.
My hand slides up from her waist, brushing the side of her breast. Her skin is soft and smooth, like silk, with a pinkish tint in daylight.
When I brush her nipple, a full-body shiver runs through her.
I break the kiss, looking down at her while I drag my thumb in a slow circle around her nipple.
“Sebastian,” she pants. “Stop teasing.”
I smirk at the way she pouts. I’m not giving in to her demands yet. I plan to take my time with her.
Shifting my weight, I push her leggings down, and she helps me, impatient and flushed. I like a moment to admire the swell of her hips, her toned thighs, her slim waist.
“Your turn.”
My eyes move to hers. My fingers hook the top of my sweatpants, slowly dragging them down my legs. She watches me, eyes burning hotter as they land on the erection jutting out from my boxers.
Her hand reaches up, palming my hardness. I moan and lower my mouth to her nipple, swirling my tongue around it before gently pinching it between my teeth.
Her other hand fists my hair while she rubs me through the fabric of my boxers. I groan, the sensation driving me crazy.
“Mmm,” she whispers against me. “So hard.”
“Fuck,” I hiss against her nipple.
She gives me a kiss while yanking my boxers down. Her hand immediately goes back to my cock, her finger sliding over the tip, spreading my pre-cum over it.
And then she sits up, her hand on my stomach. “Let me taste you.”
No arguments there.
She takes me into her mouth, her tongue gliding along my underside. I grip the headboard with one hand, the other going to her hair. I let her take control, relaxing and enjoying what she’s doing instead of trying to control it like I normally do.
When I gasp her name, she looks up at me like she’s daring me to admit that I’m hers.
She takes me deeper, her moan vibrating along my shaft. I squeeze my eyes closed, the sensation incredible.
She hums as she begins sucking me, slowly down and then to the tip, alternating speed. Sometimes painstakingly slow, making me grit my teeth. And other times fast and deep, testing my restraint.
“Jesus, Ivy,” I pant. “You’re bringing me too close to the edge.”
She releases me, a grin on her lips. “Good.”
Her tongue glides along my length, her eyes on me.
“Ivy,” I warn through gritted teeth.
“You want me?”
“More than my next breath.”
I pull out of her mouth, my chest heaving from excitement. Within seconds, I have her flat on her back. I cover her with my body, lining myself up with her entrance.
Her eyes lock with mine. “I need you, Sebastian.”
I drag the head of my cock through her slick heat, making her squirm.
“Please,” she begs, arching her hips.
And that’s when I slowly slide inside. I stop, giving her time to adjust, then keep moving. She makes a needy little noise as she arches, taking me deeper. I grip her hips, holding her still, taking a moment to breathe through the excitement. She tries to move, and I chuckle.
“So demanding.”
She makes a frustrated noise and tries again. “Sebastian. Please.”
“I like it when you beg.” My lips cover hers in a searing kiss. “But I love...” I bury myself deep, and she gasps. “...to please you.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Feels so good.”
I ease out of her, then thrust back inside. “So good.”
We fall into a steady rhythm. My lips move to her throat, kissing along the sensitive spot that drives her crazy. She whimpers, digging her heels into my back as she arches.
“I love the way you fill me up.” Her hands roam over my back. “No one has ever made me feel like you do.”
Her words ratchet my pleasure even higher. I groan, steadily thrusting.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers, staring into my eyes. “Don’t ever stop.”
“You make me crazy,” I murmur against her lips. My balls tighten from her words and the feel of her around me, pressure building at the base of my spine.
I’m not going to last long. She feels too damn good.
Her hand moves to my hair, nails rubbing my scalp. “We have all day.”
An involuntary grin curls my lips. Of course, she knows how close I am and would reassure me.
I move my finger to her clit, rubbing it in circles as I continue moving inside her. Her eyes darken, lips parting in a moan.
I pick up speed, and she moves, meeting my thrusts.
“Good. So good,” she pants, her inner muscles squeezing me.
I grunt, one hand digging into her hip while the other continues teasing her clit. Our ragged breathing fills the room.
“Sebastian,” she moans, her hands sliding to my back, nails piercing the skin.
I thrust harder and faster. “Come for me, baby.”
And then I feel it, the moment she starts to tip over the edge. Her pussy squeezes me, breasts bouncing as she yells my name, thighs trembling.
The sound rips my orgasm from me, and I detonate with such force I nearly black out. I groan, my hips slowing as I unload deep inside her, gasping for breath from coming so hard.
We collapse against the covers, sweat cooling on our skin as we try to catch our breath.
“Holy hell, Ivy,” I say against the crook of her neck.
“I know.” I feel her smile. “That was incredible.”
I breathe in her scent, my heart still banging against my rib cage.
“Let’s not fight again. But… I like making up with you.”
My thumbs trace over her face, pushing sweaty strands of her dark hair away from it. “I hate fighting with you. But yes, the makeup sex is damn good.”
She giggles, but her smile fades as she sees the sincerity in my eyes. “We’re good,” she reassures me. She squeezes me tighter. “This is so much better.”
I relish the feel of our sweaty bodies pressed tightly together for another minute before I pull out, then grab her, rolling her into my side.
Her leg slides between mine. My other hand tightens on her waist, pulling her closer.
She buries her face into my chest and drags in a deep breath before exhaling and relaxing into me, her body molding to mine.
“You were made for me, Ivy Hart,” I whisper against her hair.
I hear the smile in her voice. “I knew that from the moment we met in the bar.”
A laugh bursts out of me. “That’s all it took? One incident and you knew, huh?”
“What can I say? My logic is flawless, and I trust my heart.” Her green eyes shine with happiness. “One look and I knew. You just... took some convincing.”
I snort out a laugh, remembering all the times she wormed her way into my life, slowly taking over more and more until it wasn’t the same without her.
One of these days, I’ll tell her why it took me some convincing.
But not right now.
I pull her closer, and for once, I don’t feel the need to guard the moment.
I just let it be ours.