16. Sebastian
SEBASTIAN
The storm bullies the skyline, then the windows—in one violent sheet, no warning. Lightning bleaches the office white, and the city below flickers into hard white lines, all nerves and voltage. Thunder follows. Jasmine walks in on the second flash.
"Another release contract. Legal swears it has to be filed tonight." She sets a single page on the blotter and avoids her eyes from meeting mine. "Don't ask why they waited until eight p.m."
She starts walking back out, I get up, reach the door before her, and close it. I stand directly in her way from leaving. I turn, and for one charged second I second guess what I'm about to do and say.
"You can go out that door whenever you want. I won't get in the way of that. But—"
"You'd rather I stayed."
"Not that. I'd rather stop pretending like there isn't more to this. To us. I mean, c'mon Jasmine, it stopped being professional weeks ago. I gave you space, thought it was the decent thing to do. But this is becoming, to keep it politely, damn well frustrating."
"To me, or to yourself?"
"Both. I tried to want you less. Self-denial is easy for me. But I feel yours too."
She looks me up and down without blinking. Then that dangerous little amusement finds her mouth. "I'm glad you're aware of that. Of yourself. Of my feelings. I've been waiting for you to make a move."
I step into her, and kiss her. It's wet, passionate. Our tongues caressing. I step back and gaze into her eyes "Tell me to stop and I stop. One word."
"I'm not going to." She drags my mouth close and whispers, "Pay attention. Does this feel like a woman being talked into anything?"
I grab the back of her head. My vampire speed kicks in as I push her body against the door. I hold back my strength knowing I could hurt her, but the speed doesn't need controlling.
Her hands fist in my shirt and pull, my fingers spreading along her jaw, into the warm thick of her curls.
She tastes like the coffee she lives on and underneath that like life.
My mouth grazes her smile as I move down gently down her neck, sliding my tongue down her vein.
She doesn't flinch, she gasps, which tells me she wants more and is enjoying it.
Her gasps have my cock pulsing, and I grab her plump ass and pick her up, moving onto the desk at the same time the lightning flashes.
The pens, the page, laptop goes to the floor with one sweep of my arm, and she giggles against my lips, low and delighted, hooking her heels behind my thighs to pull me in.
I work the buttons of her blouse with hands that do not obey me cleanly. She notices.
"The unshakable Sebastian Crowe," she breathes, "yet your hands are shaking."
"You should be flattered." I press my mouth on her collarbone—lips only, never teeth, and the restraint takes a lot from me. She arches into me, and I feel the warmth of her pussy hit my groin. I free her breasts. Instantly, placing one nipple between my thumb and finger as she finds my belt.
I take us down to the huge red rug with one breast inside my mouth.
Her moans increasing the pleasure I'm feeling.
I rip her trousers off in one sweep, and touch her already soaking pussy.
She looks into my eyes with her hands on my chest. Waiting.
Ready. And I shove two fingers deep inside her, watching every facial expression as I thrust. Her mouth, wide. Her breath, heavy. Her gasps, loud.
"Sebasti—" She can't finish my name.
Her nails dig into my skin causing marks that disappear immediately, and all her juices spray over my hand. She opens her eyes, and immediately learns me.
"Do that again," she says.
"Greedy."
She chuckles, a naughty grin on her face.
My cock is throbbing now, my body is ready to take her.
I want her pussy to swallow it. I pick her up, slow this time so she's standing.
I turn her around, walking behind her, directing her to the floor to ceiling glass.
I bring her palms up and place them on the glass like she's about to be searched by the police. She smirks. She likes this.
Lightning forks appear in the skyline as I trace each side of her body with each hand.
Teasing. Holding back. Her palms slightly move at certain points that I touch.
The nape of her neck. Under her breasts.
Top of her thighs. I squeeze her buttcheek, and she hums, dropping her head.
Dropping to my knees, I put my head between her legs and move her ankles making her open wide.
She's staring into me, and I stare into her soul.
I see her. Her beauty. I raise up slightly and taste her juices that have been dripping on the floor since I put her here.
It tastes sensational, a tremor runs through her thighs, and I hold her up with my hands braced against her.
She begins riding my mouth. I groan, making a vibration against her clit, which does something to her.
I know I have the ability to make this the best night of her life.
Something a sex toy would never be able to do, and she may have already felt that slight orgasm already.
She says exactly what I'd been waiting for, "Please."
I push her down, bent over, thread my fingers through her hair and pull her head up so she can watch the night sky.
I place the tip of my cock at her pussy entrance.
She pushes back onto me. No slowness is left.
The speed I move is unnatural and her screams match the thunder preventing anyone from hearing us. Her breath fogs the glass.
The whole city below, and not one soul is aware of this spectacular fuck I'm having, and that thought flows through me.
The tingling throughout shoots straight to my cock, and as she moans once more, it makes me explode inside her.
My groan and her cry is long, loud, covered by thunder spreading around the city.
Her legs shake, and we both drop to the ground.
I wrap my arm around her and pull her close after quickly getting a fleece blanket off the sofa. Both of us face the rain, watching it trickle down the glass, her palm prints still visible.
Every inch of her quiets. "Sebastian." Her voice has changed. "There's something of you in the quiet. Not your voice. Lower. Like a heartbeat that isn't a heartbeat."
I am nearly two centuries old and that sentence stops me cold. "You can feel the bond."
"Can I?" She turns in my arms, searching my face, unafraid even now. "It's just you. What you feel physically and emotionally, like when you came, it rushed through me too. I think. It's frightening, but not."
"You aren't supposed to perceive that much. Almost no human ever does."
"Maybe I'm different then." She doesn't look away. "Tomorrow," she says, quieter now, "I don't want us acting like this didn't happen."
"No."
"And not just tonight either."
The words move through me slowly, dangerously. Not a promise dressed up for forever. Something better. A first step with her eyes open.
"No more pretending," I say.
She nods once. "Good. Because I'm not sure where this can go, Sebastian. But I crave to find out with you."
She is different, that's what's dangerous. For weeks the worst my enemies could do was guess. Tonight I let the untouchable side of me learn her.
She reads it off my face. "The storm out there's about to feel very small, isn't it."
"Yes," I tell her, and draw her closer to the only window in the world I'd let her stand at, while the real one gathers somewhere I can't yet see.