Chapter 29 #2
“If you keep talking like that, this is going to be over real quickly,” he groaned under his breath.
“I’m serious. You feel so good inside of me. Being fucked by you is my favorite—
He slapped a hand over my mouth and shook his head once, a silent plea for me to allow him control over when he would come undone.
I let him fuck me raw and senseless—let him use my body until his thrusts became less rhythmic and his lips separated from mine as his neck dropped down with the release of a gravelly moan.
“Maeve…” he whispered my name, and I could tell by his breathing that he was trying to hold back.
My breasts bounced with each drive of his cock as I had to fight my own pleasure, not wanting this moment to come to an end.
He shuddered beneath me and his eyes fell closed, no doubt doing everything in his power to keep this going as well.
I ran a finger over his lips and when his eyes squinted open, I gave him a nod of approval, to which he let go, unleashing his control and whimpering as he came inside of me.
The sound alone was enough to bring me to my own release, and my thighs locked around him as I joined him in a cataclysmic state of euphoria.
I watched as he pulled out of me, smiling to myself at the sight of what we’d done together. One more time he pressed his lips to mine, saying gently, “I am so in love with you.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I am so in love with you.”
His eyes fell, sweat beads dropping from his forehead as he looked to where he released himself. “I need to get you upstairs right now. Because I am not even close to finishing all of the things I’ve been thinking about doing to you.”
“Oh thank the gods,” I replied, jumping off the desk and frantically beginning the search for our clothing.
After Sebastian made good on all of his intentions back in his room, we laid partially covered in his bed, nestled into each other's warmth. I traced a finger along the outline of his tattoo, smiling to myself as his muscle twitched with my touch.
“Does this mean we're back together?” he asked, taking my wrist to pull my hand off of his so he could kiss it.
I pondered for all of a second. “What do you think?”
He smiled with his teeth, a facial expression I didn’t often see from him. “Would have been sooner if only you weren’t so damn stubborn.” His eyes rolled, but he ended the gesture with a wink.
“I’m not that stubborn,” I argued, though we both knew he was absolutely right.
I sat upright, letting the covers drift off of my torso. “Should we keep it on the down low for a bit though? I don’t want to seem like we're rubbing it in.”
“I’m assuming you’re referring to Sawyer?” He raised an eyebrow, and when I nodded, he said, “Oh, I am so rubbing it in. In fact, I might fuck you in his bed, just out of spite.”
My jaw fell slack. “Prince Hawthorne, you have an incredibly dirty mouth,” I teased before pressing my lips to said mouth.
“You know, I can’t say I blame him. Who wouldn't want to kiss you? I mean, look at you, all starry eyed and covered in my—”
“Sebastian!” I squealed, cutting off the last word of his sentence.
“Wait. You said he kissed you in your room, right?” he asked, not angrily or accusatory, just with pure desire to confirm the whereabouts.
“Yes.”
“Okay. Then I’ll move your stuff into mine. Because there is no way in hell we’re staying together in that room.”
“Understandable.”
Wrapping his firm arms around me, he pulled me back down against his chest. “Gods, I’ve missed this.”
“Me too.” I sighed into his skin. For a moment, it was like nothing mattered and all was right in the world again. Except that was not nearly the case.
“You’re thinking,” he pointed out. “I can tell because you get all quiet and you look like you’re daydreaming. What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing worth talking about right now. I don’t want to ruin this,” I answered, snuggling in closer to him and breathing in his frosted scent.
“Nothing could ruin sex with you, but regardless, I’m used to having a serious conversation with you right after coming. So tell me, what’s on your mind?”
I gave him a one-sided smile. He knew me so well it was almost laughable. “Shouldn’t we talk about what this all means?” I pointed back and forth between us. “Don’t you want to ask me what the hell I was thinking when I—”
“No. I don’t. Because quite honestly, I don’t care.
It doesn’t matter to me. As long as you are okay physically and up here,” he tapped my forehead, “that is all that matters to me. I understand, and if I told you I’d never done things I regretted in the midst of trying to grasp my own trauma, I’d be a liar. ”
“I can’t fathom why the gods would put someone like you in my life,” I replied in pure awe, because I truly couldn’t understand what I had done to deserve this—to deserve him.
“I think I recall saying those very words to you once before.” He beamed, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, then saying when he pulled back, “Now, what were you really thinking about?”
I didn’t hesitate. “I’m thinking about Beaumont’s children and what Venay said he was using them for. How many do you think there are?”
Sebastian pulled me forward and on top of him, then sat us up, putting his back against the headboard for support. “I’m not sure. If I knew how he made them, maybe I could make a guess, but I have no idea.”
“What do you remember about seeing the one in the dungeon?” We had briefly touched on the subject, but not enough to share vivid details.
“Honestly, the further I get from that day the less I remember. My most vivid memory of the whole thing is waking up in the middle of the woods with you poking at my wound.”
My expression drifted into one more serious as I recalled everything he went through in Draemor. To keep me safe. And what did I do in return? Kissed his best friend.
“What are you thinking about now?” he asked, lifting my chin with his forefinger.
I started to say nothing, but again, he knew me too well.
“Tell me,” he urged.
“You said as long as I am okay up here,” I pointed to my forehead, “that was all you cared about.”
He nodded once, his attention softening upon me.
“I am not okay up there,” I squeaked out under my breath, the admission making my voice crack.
“Love…” he whispered apologetically, not removing his focus from me.
“And I know you're not either, or anyone else for that matter. I just—” Skin peeled from my cheek as I chewed the inside of it.
“I feel like I don't know who I am anymore. I keep making dumb, rash decisions and hurting people and myself in the process.” My hair fell in my face as I shook my head slightly.
“I have so many regrets in the past week alone and—”
Sebastian held a finger to my lips. “We all do. Hell, half of the things I’ve done I regret. But not you. Never you. What happened between us is just a part of our story. A part that makes us, us. Something we will laugh about some day. Something we will tell our kids about.”
A cheesy smile crept its way onto my face. “Kids? You want kids?”
“Of course. Don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do. But we better get all of this shit with Beaumont squared away first. I can’t bring a baby into this mess.” I wouldn’t.
He let out a snort. “Maeve, you're twenty-two. We have plenty of time. I don't mean now.”
“I have time, but you have quite a few years on me,” I replied with a taunting smirk.
“Ah, yes. Twenty-six, the cut off for reproduction.” He chuckled sarcastically. “In all seriousness, I’m having plenty of fun trying, but I agree. It would be horrible timing.” He raised an eyebrow. “You take the pregnancy suppressant, right?”
“No? Should I be?”
Sebastian’s eyes practically fell out of his skull. “We just…I just…More than once—”
I burst out laughing. “I’m joking. Yes. Of course I take it.”
He blew out a heavy breath of relief. “Not funny,” he growled, then in one swift motion he had me on my hands and knees. “You’re going to pay for that.”
Winking over my shoulder at him as he fisted my hair, I taunted him with my words. “Good.”