Chapter 11 #2
“You,” he answered then while holding the nape of my neck possessively, he branded his lips on mine.
My legs gave out, but he caught me. Maybe he was right because I felt so weak in the most delicious way.
I dangled in his arms as he pulled away from my mouth.
“Tell me to stop or you’re mine for tonight. ”
“Kiss me,” I rasped instead.
My panties and bras disappeared as his massive body loomed over mine.
He didn’t hide the fact that he was staring down at my nakedness.
I didn’t know what kind of power Sebastian wielded, but I wasn’t about to complain that he used it to take the rest of my clothes off.
“Stand on your tiptoes, witch, and kiss me yourself.” I didn’t have to be told twice, I did as he said and threaded my fingers through his hair as I brought his lips down on mine.
He groaned as he delved his tongue into my mouth.
I raked my teeth across his bottom lip and he scooped me up in his arms.
“Does your darkness like me, Izzie?” I nodded my answer.
“What about you?” he asked. I remained silent as he stepped into his room.
“I’ll have to remedy that.” He placed me on his bed then climbed over me.
My body was weak and overflowing with so much pleasure.
The longer we touched, the more intense it felt.
“If you let me have you for tonight, I might want to keep you.”
“Or…” I whispered, sliding my hand up his cheek. “If you’re right about me giving you your brother’s sin then once it wears off, you’ll most likely regret this.”
He placed his mouth next to my ear. “That’s the thing about it,” he whispered. “It only made me greedy for one thing.”
“What’s that?” I shivered.
“Your touch.” He cupped one of my breasts, squeezed almost painfully before pinching my nipple. I arched into his touch.
“You have it,” I moaned.
“Not enough.” His hand slid down my stomach and cupped my sex. “I won’t be satisfied until I’ve touched you inside and out—maybe even then, it won’t be enough.” He leaned up, staring into my eyes. “I might need you to bare your very soul to me.”
“You ask a lot from someone you only just met.” I gasped as he slid a finger between my folds.
“I give as much as I take,” were the words he gave me before plunging a finger into me. His thumb teased and rubbed my clit as he stared down at me, working me into a frenzy with his finger.
“Sebastian,” I gritted out through heavy breathing.
I reached up and pulled at his shirt. He knew exactly what I wanted because he got rid of every stitch of clothing he had on.
Swallowing hard, I drank in his impressive build.
My eyes closed as my legs spread and ass squirmed around as he felt me up with a single finger.
With his other hand, Sebastian slid his index finger across the valley of my breasts and I felt the traces of the darkness follow after his touch. “Tell me you don’t feel what I feel when I’m touching you?” he asked.
“Which finger are we talking about?” I grinned despite the burning desire coursing through me. “The one sliding down my chest or the one inside me?”
He smiled as he took his hand from my chest and placed it underneath me, then he lifted me up and positioned me on his lap so that I straddled him.
He removed his hand from between my legs and I sucked in a shaky breath as he purposely rubbed his erection against my own needy flesh.
We were naked, and his bedroom was completely lit.
He saw every part of me while I saw all of him.
Only it was in that moment that I let my gaze drift down between us to see what I so desperately wanted.
Of course, his cock was as beautiful as him.
It was also intimidating as hell since I hadn’t slept with anyone in the last year.
I reached down and gripped him roughly in my hands.
He groaned, and I grew slicker. His skin was velvety soft but hard as steel with his desire for me.
I lifted my gaze and met his. Something flashed in his eyes, or more accurately they hollowed out.
Barely. But I saw it. His skin rippled and seemed to move underneath my touch before he grabbed a handful of my hair and tilted my head back.
He claimed my mouth the way I wanted him to—rough and thorough.
In his arms, I was lax as he probed his tongue deep into my mouth.
It had me picturing how his cock would feel in my mouth instead.
I had no energy, but I felt everything. Everywhere we touched, he took more of me.
Every second I let it continue, the darkness crawled over my skin and chased his touch as if he was its darkest salvation.
Further sagging against him, I whimpered and panted to the rhythm of the way he mapped my body with his hands. He left my mouth briefly and kissed a trail down my neck before he found his way back and devoured my lips once again.
“You’re like a fucking noodle in my hand,” he whispered into my mouth.
I tasted his hot minty breath and wanted more.
“Does my touch make you that mindless?” Breathing over my ear, he nuzzled my neck in a way that bordered possessive more than sweet.
He gripped my waist, lifted, positioned, then forced me to raise my head.
When our eyes met, he plunged every solid inch of himself inside me. And there was so much of him. Too much.
I cried, arching my body and letting my head fall back as the orgasm slammed into me.
I shook and shook as the pleasure racked my body and pulsed around him.
He never moved inside me until I stopped twitching above him.
Then when he did move, he controlled it all by gripping my waist and pumping himself in and out of me, all the while, touching and nuzzling me in a way that strangers didn’t do.
My pleasure soon became my pain though, his touch kept bringing the darkness further to the surface and when it finally reached my skin, I opened my eyes and started screaming.
I covered the parts that were in pain. “What’s wrong?
” he asked, then he began to move off the bed, taking me with him. “It’s the light, isn’t it?”
I leaned my face into his chest and nodded as he hauled ass to the light switch and flipped the light off.
The darkness settled immediately, and I sighed.
He held me effortlessly in his arms as his erection twitched inside me.
He kissed my collarbone as he pressed me against the wall and made sure my legs were securely around his waist before he grabbed both of my wrists and lifted my hands above my head against the wall.
“What?” I mumbled, once again getting lost within his touches. “You still want to?”
“Does it feel like I want to leave your body?” He ground into me to prove his point.
“This is where I want to fucking stay.” I whimpered at his words, and he pressed his nose into mine.
“Are you still in pain?” he asked me. I shook my head causing my nose to continuously bump his. It felt oddly affectionate. “Good.”
He pushed in deeper and when I gasped, he took that as an invitation to bite along my neck as he picked up his pace and hammered into me. “Oh, God,” I whispered.
“Just let go, I got you.” And he did have me.
I let go once again to the incredible sensation our bodies created when we were together.
“That’s it,” he encouraged me, and the sound of his deep, throaty voice heightened my pleasure further.
This time, I knew I took him with me. He groaned, and I felt him swell as my body brought him down with me.
I was already nodding off to sleep as he thrust one last time and burrowed his face into my neck.