Chapter 17 #2
He came in quick, but his lips were gentle when he kissed me.
Gentle as it was, he devoured my lips in slow, sensual strokes and once more, I leaned back into him, sliding against his lap, denim against denim as his erection pressed through and ignited a hunger within me.
I loved the way he kissed, maybe I just loved kissing him.
He was so thorough and precise with his mouth and tongue, almost like he knew the art of lovemaking needed to be experienced between our tongues until there was nothing left between us besides white, hot desire.
And, let us not forget my darkness.
Only in Sebastian’s caresses, its dark thoughts and needs were nothing but purrs. Even Julius’s creation stood no chance against what Sebastian could make my body feel. The darkness moved just beneath my skin and where his touch fell on me, it followed.
Our lips broke away, the fleeting moment our eyes opened and met, I was foolish enough to paint a happier version of my future—one with a blue-eyed Reaper that said whatever he was thinking and kissed a mere stranger like he had been waiting on her his entire life.
I closed my eyes and counted to three, and when I reopened them, my gaze was fixed on the shirt he wore instead of his face.
Something safer. Pressing my fingers against his chest, I thought about whispering a spell and making our clothes disappear, but he had already pulled that move last time.
Instead, I trailed my hand down his abdomen and grabbed the bottom of his shirt.
In one quick movement, I pulled the shirt over his head.
I let myself admire all his ridges and although he had one of those pretty-boy faces; he was made of all these edges that told me a powerful man lay beneath me.
One that used his power and strength for good instead of evil.
I needed to stop comparing him to the evil in my life when there was nothing to compare.
Sebastian was a prince while Julius was the dirt on my shoe.
Once I was finished ogling Sebastian, he leaned forward, forcing me backward as he laid me down on the bed. Moving his legs to that he was on his knees, he bent over me, his wide chest looming above mine. He did nothing at first, just stared at me until I started to squirm underneath his gaze.
Then he lowered his head and kissed my collarbone before scooting lower. Heat blossomed through my core. I sucked in a breath as he kissed my stomach. I grabbed a handful of his hair and urged him lower, excitement and desire taking control of me.
He stopped at my jeans. When he started unbuttoning them, I was quick to help out and once we tackled my zipper; I lifted my ass in the air so that he could slide them down, panties too.
I thought I heard him growl as he took in my need with how hard my hands shook as they made their way back into his hair.
His head lowered once more, my hands helped him get there as he got on his stomach.
His breath touched me, I arched, and his mouth reached my clit.
I gasped, he groaned. I ground my pussy into his face and held his head down, urging him on.
My actions sent an invitation to rougher touches.
I thought that maybe I drove him just as reckless as he made my body and heart feel.
I spread my legs further apart for him so that he could fucking do whatever he wanted with his tongue and mouth—or cock. I gasped again when he pressed a finger inside me while sucking my clit.
“Right there,” I whispered, but there was no way he wouldn’t know when I couldn’t keep my pussy from grinding his face.
His finger retreated, and he lifted his gaze up and met mine, a smirk within his eyes even though I couldn’t see his mouth. “Here?”
He couldn’t tease me. Because I teased back.
I raised up and grabbed his hand that held one of my legs, grabbed it, moved it up toward my breasts—as far as they’d reach so that I could bend forward and take one of his fingers in my mouth.
And I sucked. So hard. Until he muttered, “Fuck,” and rammed two fingers inside me at once with his other.
I cried out, but I didn’t let go of his finger as I did. “That what you want?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm,” I whimpered.
Getting on his knees, Sebastian towered over me while keeping his fingers exactly where they were. I laid back comfortably while I teased and sucked. “Come for me, Izzie, and I’ll let you put my cock in your mouth before I fuck you with it.”
Oh, God.
He put his thumb over my clit, rubbing without mercy, and fingered me until the orgasm crashed over me.
The hairs on my arms stood on end as he took me into another mind-blowing release.
Sebastian watched me with a controlling intensity in his stare.
It was when I was crying out from my desire that the suctioning stopped from my lips.
He used that opportunity to replace his one digit with two. He groaned when I resumed sucking.
Two fingers in my pussy. Two in my mouth. And I still wanted more of him.
Then he was removing his hands, earning a needy protest from me. He made everything better when he dropped some of his weight on me and kissed the ever loving darkness out of me. I moaned, wrapped my arms around his so that I could sink my nails into his back. I could taste me on his tongue.
“Need inside you,” he said through our heavy tongue and teeth battle.
I answered through smothering kisses. “Which way?” He smiled against my lips.
“As much as I want that mouth, I’ll wait until I take you out on at least one date.”
I laughed, a warm, fuzzy feeling hitting my chest. “You mean guiding the dead and those trips of chasing down bad guys weren’t dates?” I asked him.
“Fuck no, Izzie,” he muttered, real serious about this issue. “Just wait, I’ll wine and dine the fuck out of you. I’ll earn that blowjob you’re gonna give me.”
What hurt was how hopeful I was that he meant it.
Shit. He was making me feel everything.
“Then, I’ll be waiting.”
He was kissing me again. Always kissing. With his tongue inside my cheeks, a soft caress against my own, he pressed his erection against my entrance, then slipped all the way inside. He stretched me completely, my body prickling with desire as he consumed every part of me.
He pumped in and out of me slowly, lifting my hands above my head and entwining our fingers as we fucked, and it really didn’t feel like fucking, it felt like something more.
Every touch, every thrust he gave me, as rough or demanding as it was, it still burned me with odd caresses that had me responding to his hands that held mine, and the tongue that continued to tangle with mine.
And just like that, there was no pausing or much breathing if I were honest. It was more static and sensations that blinded me with so many feelings at once. I felt disconnected to the outside world and lost in the sensation of Sebastian Reaper.
The desire that ran through me as his thrusts grew more purposeful was like a string that grew thinner and thinner until it eventually broke, leaving me crashing down into a sea of warmth—the warmest kind that left so much more even after it was over.
My body pulsed around him but before he succumbed, my spell prevented him from doing so that I placed on him earlier. “Do you want your release?” I asked him with a shuddering breath.
“Izzie…” He was practically begging, so I let him have it which dragged another one out of me as he emptied himself inside me. He caught my cry in his mouth and slid his tongue leisurely over mine.
Our lips parted as he gazed down at me, but instead of responding to his blues, I pulled my hands free of his and sought out his neck where I traced the hardness that defined every part of his body.
I was strangely content, and I wondered if he felt as sated as I did, but instead of asking, I continued to explore his body slowly until I ran across a small rise on his skin. Everywhere I had touched had been smooth and flawless except that one spot on his shoulder blade. I rubbed it again.
“What is that?” I finally spoke, breaking the silence. My voice was thick and full of proof that he was still completely rooted inside of me even now.
“A snail,” he said it so nonchalantly.
“A snail?” I was dumbfounded.
He nodded. “It’s the symbol of the curse I carry. The snail is the animal most humans associate with the sloth sin.”
I traced my fingers over the bump. “Huh,” I said thoughtfully. “How odd.”
He chuckled. “I’ve had it since the day the Devil cursed us all.”
“What does it look like? Let me see,” I pressed his face against my neck, smiling as his breath tickled my face. I raised my head up trying to see it on the upper left side. I ran my hand over it again when I found it with my eyes. “It’s blue,” I whispered.
It was a simple blue snail. Just like a tattoo. It didn’t look like a curse. I sniggered. “It’s cute.”
He huffed. “All right, don’t go laughing.
If you think mine’s bad, you should know that August’s animal symbol is a toad.
” I dropped my head down on the pillow, tired of holding it up to look over his shoulder.
Lifting his head, Sebastian stared at me.
“He fucking hates—” He stopped talking mid-sentence when I wiggled beneath him, gripping his semi-hard erection with my pelvic muscles in the process.
He was completely hard again in seconds. Heat bloomed inside my stomach.
“You can’t be sated, can you?” he murmured as if pleased by that, eyeing my lips like he was about to kiss me crazy like he always seemed to do.
“So tired,” I admitted softly. “Don’t want to stop though.”
He studied my face before brushing my cheek gently. “I think my curse is affecting you when we embrace one another for too long.”
I smiled sheepishly. “It’s fine. It’s not as bad as the first time.
I’m still awake and when we touch, it’s only intense when we go too long without holding each other.
” We were glued together all over. I looked down at my breasts and his chest brushing together.
“See? Instead of the full-blown orgasmic feelings I normally get, it’s tampered down to small butterflies against my skin. ”
“So, are you saying we should disconnect for a little while, so you can get the good stuff?”
I snorted, gripping his arms so that he couldn’t leave me. “I’m satisfied either way.”
And with the press of his smile against my own, he twisted me around until I was lying on top of him.
He let me roll my hips above him as he traced the sides of my breasts with his fingers.
His eyes sought all the places on my skin, and soon his hands grabbed my ass cheeks and he worked my body over his, thrusting in and out in sensual, powerful strokes until we were both crying out as a passion so strong exploded between us.
Then I fell asleep with the darkness humming so low in my chest that I thought for a second it wasn’t there.