Chapter 90
Chapter Ninety
SEBASTIAN
I hold her under the spray of water, watching in fascination how the dust that was caked all over her rinses off, leaving creamy, smooth skin behind.
Her eyes are hungry and half-masted, her breathing shallow and her swollen lips parted.
The bond we have thrums between us, spreading need and want to the point of insanity, but I still hold back.
I want nothing more than to lift her up, slam her back on the tiles, and ram myself inside her to fuck all the pain she feels out of her.
That, however, won’t solve anything. So, I torture her along with torturing myself, and I drag this out.
She scared me.
Down in that tunnel was the first time I have felt so impotent to do anything to help her.
I know from my own urges how easy it is to lose yourself in the rage and bloodlust. You don’t care about anything or anyone.
You don’t feel anything but all consuming hunger.
If it is hunger she craves, by all means, it’s what I will give her.
A hunger I can control.
The type that will allow me to keep her safe.
Reaching to the side, I grab a bottle of shower gel, dumping a liberal amount in my hand before I lather it in my palms, keeping her focused on my every move.
I must be taking too long because she takes a breath, no doubt to tell me to get lost, but I beat her to it.
In a swift motion, I turn her around, wrapping one hand around her neck and pressing her to my chest.
My cock parts the globes of her ass, and I rock gently, causing her breath to hitch.
Nuzzling her neck, I let my fangs graze the column, barely touching her skin.
April shivers, her pained moan making my erection jerk and press harder in her soft flesh.
She grabs hold of my thighs, squeezing, her nails digging into the muscles there in a warning. I smile into her skin.
“Tell me, Tesoro.” Murmuring, I watch her skin pebble so very slowly as I glide my free hand over her slightly rounded belly and around her ribcage, spreading suds and turning everything I touch as slick as the wetness between her thighs.
“What would you do if you had the most precious thing in your hands”—the tips of my fingers graze the area around her hardened nipple, but I don’t allow myself to take hold of it like I want too—“but that very thing was not aware it meant everything to you?”
With a frustrated groan, her head lolls back on my shoulder, and she pushes her chest up, chasing my touch.
I tighten my hold on her neck, tsking disapprovingly and flicking one of the dusky nipples in a reprimand.
Her hips jerk at the sting, but the barely audible mewl turns my blood to molten lava in my veins.
April rubs her thighs, squeezing them tight to relieve some of the pressure she feels, and I flick the same nipple again. Her nails sink in my skin, shredding it in punishment.
“I’ll fuck the precious thing until it forgets its own name,” she tells me, panting, and I can’t help myself. Throwing my head back, I laugh, the sound bouncing in the closed space.
“Liar.” When my laughter subsides, I whisper in her ear, running the tip of my tongue over the shell. “You will punish it for being a naughty little thing.”
Holding her still, I keep moving my hand over every inch, barely squeezing the soft flesh of her breasts before gliding my palm over her hip, getting dangerously close but nowhere near where she needs me.
The soap suds bubble on her skin before being washed off by the spray of water hitting her square in the chest. April wiggles her ass toward me, and I bite my lip to stop the groan from escaping.
“Do you feel the bond, Tesoro?” When she doesn’t answer, I strengthen the pressure on her throat. “Do you feel it?” My voice is raw and full of need.
“Yes,” April mumbles, pushing her hips into me.
“And what does it tell you?” I know exactly what she feels because I can feel it too. The unbreakable, eternal connection that not even all the gods can interfere with.
“Sebastian, please,” she begs, thinking she knows me too well and she can get what she wants with sweet words and soft whispers.
I live to please her as much as to protect her, but I will not deny myself the right to make her face what we are. What it means. Once and for all, I will break down her walls until she never thinks to hide from me again.
“What does it tell you?” If she was human, her neck would’ve snapped from the pressure.
She shakes her head on a deep moan but says nothing.
Switching tactics, I delve between her folds, spreading her with my fingers and circling her entrance with my fingertips.
She widens her stance, giving me more room to move and stroke her.
Putting pressure on her button with the hilt of my palm, I grind it there, feeling the gush of wetness coming out of her channel.
She is so ready and swollen for me I can bring her to the peak with just a flick of my hand.
“That I’ll do anything for you,” she hisses in frustration. “Can we fuck now?”
“No.”
“No?” Her incredulous shout tugs my mouth at the corners. “No?” April screeches.
In one smooth move, I flip her around, pick her up by her thighs, and impale her on my cock to the hilt as her back hits the tiles.
She fits me like a glove, her channel spasming around me while the loud scream and her upturned face fan the flames burning me from the inside out.
Spreading her legs for as far as they’ll go, I roll my hips, earning myself gasps and whimpers that are music to my ears.
“Can you live without me?” I ask her in a low tone, holding her suspended on the shower wall. If I keep it up to prove a point, I might embarrass myself and spill my seed the moment I start fucking her in earnest. Still, I wait for her answer, holding my breath.
Her head comes down so she can look me in the eyes, her gaze clearing slightly from the lust clouding her mind. A soft glow starts in her irises, and she darts her eyes between mine, searching, accessing. I wait, my cock swelling and throbbing along with her channel.
“No.”
My heart does a painful punch against my breastbone. “If the roles were reversed, would you have walked away from me knowing what the bond would mean for your immortality?”
“No.” It’s just a breath passing her lips.
“Then why would I, tesoro, even think twice when I have searched for you for centuries?”
The water hitting my back bounces off my shoulders and clings to her face and lashes, twinkling like pinprick diamonds in the low light.
She is so beautiful, so perfect, it hurts to watch her like this.
Unable to stop it when seeing the raw emotions reflected in her gaze, one treacherous tear gathers at the corner of my eye and rolls over my cheekbone, joining the droplets of water making rivulets down my face, never to be noticed.
I don’t believe I’ve shed a tear even when I was human, so I stare at her in stunned silence.
But she sees it.
With a trembling finger, she traces its path, and I’m finding it hard to swallow.
“I’m sorry, Sebastian,” April whispers, but I can’t answer her to save my life, not with the shock tightening my throat like a fist. “I trust you. I really do. I’m just … angry.”
“I know.” My tone is raw and deep, and I’m done talking.
Slamming my mouth on hers, my tongue parts her lips, and I kiss her with a desperation I never knew existed in me.
Pulling back until only the tip of my cock is breaching her entrance, I surge in between her thighs, our skin slapping loudly.
Picking up pace, I pound into her, wedging my cock as far as it will go, though it doesn’t seem like enough.
I need her closer; I need to be deeper inside her.
Back bowing off the tiles, April clutches my shoulders, holding on for dear life so I don’t break the tiles with the force of my thrusts.
Her moans and screams urge me on, her channel tightening and sucking me in as if she never wants me to leave.
Grunting like an animal, my upper lip curls, and I bare my fangs at her in a snarl.
Instead of snarling back, as is her way, she tilts her head to the side and offers her neck.
I’m lost.
Striking like a snake, I sink my fangs in her throat, gulping down the precious blood like a male possessed, my growls and groans matching her moans.
A tingle starts at my tailbone, my balls tightening hard, and that’s when she twists in my hold and bites my shoulder.
She erupts all over my cock, pulling me along with her, and stars burst behind my closed eyes.
My hips jerk harder, faster, pounding her into the tiled wall, and April gives as good as she gets.
I pulse inside her for a long time, her hot, tight channel milking me until she takes the last drop, and we both sag on a sigh.
Leaning my head on her shoulder, I pepper her skin with soft, lazy kisses and hold her close.
She runs her fingers through my wet hair, scraping her nails over my skull, but her body is still twitching and shuddering in my arms. And then she snorts before a feminine giggle washes away the weight I had on my soul.
Pulling my head back, I look at her face and she grins at me.
“I think you just fucked me stupid.” April snickers and my lips twitch. “I’m going to tell you I don’t trust you three times a day from now on.”
Despite myself, I chuckle at her lighthearted banter.
“You, woman, are crazy,” I tell her.
Sobering up, she stiffens. “I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” Blinking innocently at me, she waits for my reaction.
Now, I laugh.
The woman will indeed be the death of me.
Oh, but what a way to go.