Chapter 64
Chapter Sixty-Four
Caught in Sebastian’s gaze, I’m unable to free myself so I can think of a way out.
Even in the water, he is unnaturally still, a predator in his prime, his full attention on me.
Those are qualities that I always associate with Sebastian.
It’s what makes him a great leader and why each one of his people will follow him to their deaths without question.
When he gives you his full attention, nothing else in the world exists.
He sucks up all the oxygen around him, and you know that you can live or die at his whim.
The problem I’m facing at the moment is, I now have a predator in me as well. He got her attention, and she wants to play. Oh, how she wants to play. If he had any idea, he would be grabbing the clothes he so casually threw away and run from this space.
My skin pebbles, and the water feels cool to my fevered skin when he comes close, unaware of my internal debates.
My body trembles with the strength of my conflicting emotions.
How can you hate someone so much for what they’ve done to you that you want nothing more than to see them on their knees begging for mercy, while at the same time feeling that you won’t be able to continue breathing if they are not present in your life?
“April?” His hand cups my face, his thumb scraping gently over my cheekbone.
My breath is coming in small puffs, raising goosebumps on his skin where it coasts over his chest. This is the first time I watch the monster inside me take control.
She will know what to do with him. Me, on the other hand…
I feel inadequate, a girl from the sewers that can never in her wildest dreams learn how to handle someone like Sebastian.
Someone larger than life.
“I want you.” His deep voice reverberates through my entire being.
Pressing my thighs together, my channel clenching and feeling empty at his words, I stare in horror when his eyes glide over my face and neck before centering on my breasts, the hardened nipples bobbing in the water between us, begging for his attention.
A pained groan sounds around us, the water amplifying it.
His hand glides down, my skin burning in its path, and I stifle the moan behind pressed lips when he wraps his strong fingers around my breast, pinching and twisting the nipple.
“You are afraid of the water, my redemption.” A line forms between his dark brows as if he noticed this fact just now.
“I never learned how to swim.” There, I can at least talk. “I was a little busy running for my life.”
“No more running, cuore del mio cuore.” He calls me the heart of his heart, my own stupid organ doing a painful thud in my chest in answer. “Let go, April.”
I’m almost positive he is not only talking about releasing my death grip on the tiled edge of the pool.
The master of word manipulation will never make anything as simple as that.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, my lips part to answer him, but he renders me mute when his arms come on both sides of my shoulders, caging me in between his hard chest and the tiles at my back.
Leaning close, Sebastian runs his nose up and down my neck and shoulder, barely touching my skin but setting me on fire, nonetheless.
First, a gasp, then a moan is ripped from me when his front presses our skin together from chest to toe.
All his hard muscles and sharp edges press my softness to cushion him, making me aware of every ridge, dip, and bump.
His thick erection seers the skin of my lower belly, branding me and setting me aflame a hell of a lot better than that mage who tried to melt my face.
I’m burning.
An entire volcano of heat erupts inside me, and I know that only Sebastian can stop me from turning to dust. He keeps sniffing my skin, rubbing his face like a cat marking its territory, scraping his sharp, deadly fangs, warning me not to try and escape.
“Let go, my redemption,” he repeats again, his voice raw and thick with need. “I got you, and I will never let go.” His chest presses harder, my nipples rubbing on it, sending delicious thrills through me. “You are mine, April.”
This time I shiver for an entirely different reason.
A foreboding feeling like icy fingers from a freshly dug out grave crawl up my spine.
His hand moves over my shoulder, dipping underwater and gliding over my side to my hip.
Fresh wetness makes my thighs slippery when I press them together at his touch.
His thumb makes little circles right on my hip bone.
Somehow, I think that spot affects every nerve in my body because I can feel that touch everywhere.
He moves fast, one second all cuddly and gentle, and the next his large hands have a bruising grip around my thighs while my legs wrap around his narrow waist. The thick erection parts my folds, pulsing there and bumping my clit, eliciting a scream that echoes through the room.
He keeps gliding back and forward, his hardness like hot steel wrapped in velvet teasing my center.
He is thrusting painfully slow, forcing me to bite my lips so I don’t start begging.
My body arches at the contact. I’m reduced to moans and whimpers, my mind delirious with need and matching the hunger in his dark gaze when our eyes lock.
Sebastian looks terrifying and sinful at the same time, pulling me in until I know nothing but him. A moth to a flame. The voice is faint somewhere in the background of my mind, but I ignore it.
Wedging firmer between my parted legs, Sebastian takes my mouth in a hard, unforgiving kiss. Like he is burning inside just like me, and only I can save him from turning into ashes. His tongue tangles with mine, licking, sucking, biting, and driving me insane.
He growls in my mouth, the sound crazed and feral, his hips pumping as he slides his shaft between my folds, making my channel clutch with the emptiness I’m desperate for him to fill.
Sebastian growls again like he can’t help himself and I dig my heels in his lower back, pulling him impossibly closer. More, I need more.
I’m lifted slightly up in the air, my eyes flying open at the feeling of the chilly air on my skin only for a moment.
The mushroomed head of his shaft lines up with my opening, and holding me captive with an intense gaze, Sebastian surges forward, yanking me to him and impaling me so hard I can feel him bumping the mouth of my uterus.
A sharp pleasure pain makes me scream. I feel too full, the sensation overwhelming to a point I’m ready to push him back, but as soon as my hands touch his shoulders, he starts moving.
There is no middle ground with Sebastian, I’ve noticed.
It’s all or nothing, and that’s the same right now.
He doesn’t take his time or work his way up slowly.
He pounds relentlessly between my thighs.
The sound of the tiles cracking at my back, sounding like applause for his efforts.
Blinding pleasure overrides my senses, and I claw at his shoulders, urging him on.
“Harder.” My voice sounds foreign and raw.
“You are mine!” If I weren’t holding him, I would’ve thought a demon straight out of Hell spoke instead of Sebastian.
Through the pleasure, I manage to focus on him, and my breath gets stuck.
His cheekbones are sharper, like cutting blades on the sides of his face.
His intense dark eyes are black holes pulling my soul in until there is nothing left of me in this body he uses to bond me irrevocably to himself.
His swollen lips are red, contrasting with his tanned skin, and two sharp fangs peek out from under it.
“Mine, April.” He growls, baring his fangs in my face, his hips pumping faster between my legs. “Say it!”
Shadows play over his skin, highlighting the perfection of his body and face, pulling my eyes to the muscles contracting every time he drags me down on his shaft.
The elastic band keeps tightening in my lower belly.
Feeling him stretching my inner walls to bursting, his calloused hands leaving marks on my spread open thighs, something in me clicks.
Like a bone that’s been out of its socket gliding into place when our gazes stay locked, our bodies are connected deeper than we have ever been.
Possessiveness rears its head in my chest, so strong, my world tilts upside down from the force of it.
“No.” When his eyebrows dip low over his eyes at my refusal, I give him a wicked grin. “You are mine!”
Without warning I strike, sinking my fangs in his neck, embedding them as deep as his shaft is in me.
The rubber band snaps, my scream muffled by the mouthfuls of blood that I’m greedily gulping.
Sebastian’s roar shakes the walls of the room, the glass panels bursting and showering tiny pieces of glass all around us.
A red haze covers everything just for a split second, and I hear the monster inside my head chuckling like she just won a war.
It’s the last conscious thought before my eyes drift shut.