Chapter 37 #2
Sebastian licked his lips hungrily, then kicked off the door, striding for me. He grabbed me by the waist, whirling me around and splaying a palm on the small of my back.
“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all day,” he groaned, pushing me down.
He ran a hand down my hips, skimming his finger along the edge of my panties. I gasped as he dropped to his knees behind me, then tore the lace undergarment in half.
“What the hell!”
“Shh,” he demanded, pulling the ruined panties off of my skin and throwing them to the side. He trailed kisses from the base off my spine down my ass cheek before rising back to his feet and using one hand to spin me towards him.
“You know, sex doesn’t fix relationship problems,” I gasped, fighting back a moan as he flicked a finger over the sensitive flesh of my nipple.
“No, but it helps. And besides, we don’t have relationship problems. We just aren’t agreeing at the moment,” he whispered, now pinching the nub between his fingers.
“Disagreeing is a problem,” I groaned out, determined not to give in to the feel of his hands on my body.
“We’re going to have an even bigger problem if you don’t get on the bed right now and spread your legs so I can fuck your pretty little pussy.”
All of my words escaped me.
My determination to remain stubborn—completely withdrawn.
All of my senses—gone.
When his words still had me too frozen to move, he picked me up, pushing my back against the wall then dropping to one knee.
He supported my entire weight with his arms, steadying me before lowering me down onto his face.
He loosened the hold of his hand, instead holding me entirely with his mouth as it settled over my core.
His tongue smoothly flicked over my clit, eliciting a head-dropping moan from my chest.
He held me static on his face, and I couldn't so much as squirm between the way his tongue delved inside of me and my back pressed tight to the wall. All I could do was relish in his savage ecstasy and explore the blistering edge of an orgasm.
“Seb,” I whimpered. “You're gonna make me—”
He ruined my pleasure by throwing me over his shoulder, spanking my ass before he dropped me down onto our mattress.
He lowered himself over me, then crashed his mouth into mine, sucking my lips into a kiss—if you could even call it that. The entanglement and motion of our tongues was too messy to describe as a legitimate kiss.
“Fuck, your pussy tastes so good,” he growled into me, dropping one of his hands between my legs.
I sucked in a gasp when he wasted no time sliding one of his thick fingers inside of me.
Without separating our mouths, I scrambled to work the button of his pants, needing to feel him. His hardness strained against his slacks, begging to be released.
Without looking, he pulled his finger out of me and snatched my wrists away with his hands, pulling my arms up over my head and holding them there. “I’m in charge. Remember?”
A groan of annoyance slipped from my lips and into our kiss.
With a cocky chuckle, Sebastian tore his lips from mine. He rose to his knees, straddling me as he removed his shirt agonizingly slowly.
I sat upright, putting myself closer to him. My palms found his abdomen as I raked my fingers over his skin, thoroughly getting off by simply the sight of him.
He dropped his lips to my neck, the stubble of his chin tickling every nerve it touched. He kissed from my collar bone to my ear, nipping slightly and turning me absolutely feral.
“I want you,” I rasped, palming his chest. “I need to feel you. Please, Seb.”
“You went from not wanting me to begging to be fucked in the matter of minutes,” he teased in a deep gravel.
“Oh whatever. You can rub it in later. Now please.”
His body guided mine back down as he needily resumed our kiss. One of his hands found my clit, rubbing in tantalizing motions while using his other hand to unzip his pants. He didn’t even get the leathers fully off before he forced my legs apart and slammed his length into me.
“Fuck,” I cried out as he stretched me in the best possible way.
He didn’t give me a moment to adjust to the fit of him before his thrusts turned savage. He fucked me like the sole purpose was to ruin me in a devastatingly glorious way.
Most often when we had sex, there was at least some intimacy involved. An I love you thrown in the mix. A few gentle pecks on the jaw or a slow caress of each other's tongues. But not this time. There was nothing intimate about this. This was rough, and primal, and so fucking hot.
Sebastian threw a palm over my lips, silencing the screams his length kept pulling free from my lungs.
He pulled us upright so I was sitting on him, and then it was my turn to have some control. I rode him mercilessly—like my dying wish was to make him come undone for me.
Our bodies were a mess of euphoria, sweat, and pleasure. My breathing was hard and heavy. He was practically whimpering every time I sank down onto him. And though I didn’t want this to end, I couldn’t contain the fire inside of me any longer.
“Seb,” I forcefully moaned his name into his palm.
He set my lips free from the confines of his palm. “I want to hear you scream when you come all over me,” he groaned, getting close himself by the gravel in his voice.
Within a few heartbeats, I had done just as he requested. He followed me into paradise, finishing on my thighs when my body was too limp to get off of him in time.
“That helped, but I’m still mad at you,” I barely gasped when I fell down on my back.
He took up residence by my side. “Mad is a step up from pissed, so I’ll take it.”
A small laugh left my lungs.
“If I fuck you again, maybe I can get you down to just upset,” he suggested, pulling me into his damp chest.
I rolled my eyes, though I didn’t hate the idea.
“I just wish you didn’t treat me like I was so breakable all the time.” I picked up right where we left off before our…intermission.
“Love, I know you are not breakable. But I will always treat you as such, because protecting your mind and any amount of innocence you have left is worth you being angry with me.”
“I could hardly call what you just did to me protecting my innocence.”
“What we do in the bedroom doesn’t count,” he countered, running his hands through my obvious post-sex hair.
“What about the storage room?”
“There, too.”
“How about the—”
With a soft shh, he pressed a finger to my lips. “This world is a cruel place, and if I can protect you from seeing any amount of that, then I am going to do that.”
“Sweet gesture, but I’ve already seen it. I saw it when I learned of all those who have betrayed us. I saw it when you came back from Draemor, beaten and broken, and when I read the notes about the Hykahs. It’s impossible to keep such a secret when you are encased in the truth.”
“Fair enough.” Sebastian brought his finger to his own lips, kissing it and then gently poking the tip of my nose. “What you learned about the markings—it makes sense based on everything you’ve told me about your power. It’s just…strange to think about. And it changes things…a lot.”
I rolled over, propping myself up on my elbows. “How so?”
“The markings alone are enough to make you more desirable to people like Bitchmont. But if anyone else even hears so much as a whisper about your other abilities, you can kiss the thought of freedom goodbye. Everyone and their mother will want you to themselves.”
Gods. It was like I was a priceless piece of art that everyone wanted the rights to own. “Don’t you think people will figure it out?”
Sebastian shook his head. “Not unless they know what you're capable of. You read the book; no one knows exactly what the markings mean because it’s never truly been seen before. Everything we know—knew—about them was by word of mouth. So as long as you don’t go around flaunting that you can see dying people’s memories, then I think we should be good. ”
“Beaumont seemed to know, though. He seemed pretty sure,” I pointed out.
“I suppose, but again, where is his proof? He can’t possibly have anything that proves his theory unless he has you, which isn’t going to happen.”
Talk about a lot of pressure. “Good thing I don’t journal anymore,” I mumbled. If this had been last year, this shit storm would already be described in detail in my notebook.
“Wait.” Sebastian’s eyes bulged. “I wonder if Venay knew some of this. Seeing as they were friends, I’m sure my mother told her about some of her visions.”
“Venay told me that your mother’s journal had vital information. I wonder if it was about the markings. That would explain how Beaumont had a better idea about the markings than we originally did.” My eyes matched his, the explanation making perfect sense. “That’s his proof.”
“Just in case…” Sebastian jumped out of the bed, further revelation striking him. “We should destroy that book.”
I thought I was dreaming.
“Did I hear that right?” I sputtered. “Is Sebastian Hawthorne actually suggesting such a heinous act?”
His lips quivered as he tore the book in half using sheer power from his muscles. “As I said, anything to protect you.”