Chapter 34 – Bellamy #2
“Fuck, Bellamy…” he groans, gripping my hips tighter.
I press my back against the tile to accommodate my belly between us as he begins to thrust in and out of me, immediately setting a fervent, steady pace.
The sound of our wet bodies colliding, heavy slaps of skin against skin, fills the shower, mixing with the rush of the water streaming down on us.
“Fuck, yes. That!” I cry out, clinging to him for dear life as he pumps into me relentlessly. His strokes are deep and powerful, each one hitting my sweet spot, driving me closer to the edge.
“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers against my ear, the roughness of his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me how good my cock feels. Tell me how you love it when I stretch your tight little cunt.”
Oh hell. My eyes roll back in my head.
“Answer me!” he commands, pinching my nipple until I whimper, my pussy clenching at the sweet sting of it.
“No.”
He bites my neck, sucking my skin into his mouth. He pulls back and his eyes breathe fire into mine, watching my face as he smacks my tits, one and then the other. I moan, so close to coming from that.
“I said answer me.” His hand wraps around my throat without squeezing, his other hand digging into my ass as he holds me up along with his powerful thighs.
“Tell me my cock feels good fucking you or I swear, I won’t let you come.
Is that what you want, my little slut? Me to withhold your orgasm from you? ”
Part of me wants to cry out yes. The way he edges me is so fucking delicious, but right now, it’s not what I need.
“How does my pussy feel?” I throw at him instead as he continues to pound into me, hard smacks that leave me breathless.
He grins, nipping at my bottom lip. “Your pussy is fucking magic. So tight and hot and always so fucking wet for me. The way you feel when you come on me is like nothing else in this world. I love your fucking pussy and I love fucking your pussy.”
He thrusts up and in, going deeper, and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“You’re…filling me up so good,” I tell him, finally willing to answer him now that it’s on my terms. “But I need more of it. I need it harder, Your Majesty, please.”
He growls. “The only way it gets like that is if I put you down and turn you around, and right now, I want your eyes.”
“And I want to come.”
He grins and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, dragging it harshly and biting down. “My queen needs to get fucked?”
I gulp and nod.
“Then you better hold onto me because you’re going to feel my cock after this for days.”
His grip on my ass tightens and he slides his hand down my neck to the top of my chest, where he uses it to press me into the wall. With his eyes blazing, he increases his pace.
Pounding, deep fucks that send heat and a touch of pain shooting up through my body and across my skin, pulsing in my clit and nipples.
Yes. That.
It’s so good I can barely think straight, my mind filled with only the sensation of his cock pistoning into me. The pain from my recent ordeal fades into the background as pleasure takes over, driving away the horrors of what I went through with Charlotte. With my dad. With Samil.
“Sebastian,” I moan, my voice climbing. “I’m…I’m so close.”
“Me too, baby,” he pants, his fingers sliding down my chest until he’s over my pounding heart.
He thrusts up, using his thighs to angle himself deeper into me, and I cry out, stars bursting behind my eyes.
“Your cunt is heaven. Nothing ever feels as good as being inside you.” He grunts and then groans when I wiggle my hips, trying to take more of him.
“Let go for me I can’t hold off. Come with me, Bellamy. ”
The world narrows down to the sensation of him inside me, filling me completely.
With one final powerful stroke right on my sweet spot, we both tip over the edge, our cries echoing in the steam-filled room.
Pleasure crashes over me in waves, and I surrender to it completely.
He continues to fuck me through it and the hand on my chest pinches and pulls my nipple.
My pussy spasms around his cock, taking it as deep as I can, milking it, needing his cum to fill me.
And with that though, my climax hits another level, and I scream out Sebastian’s name. He swallows it down, his mouth all over mine as our bodies shudder together in ecstasy.
As our orgasms subside, we cling to each other, our wet bodies pressing together as the water continues to rain down upon us. I sag against him, feeling satisfied yet utterly drained. I need to sleep for a year at least. And eat. Fuck, I need food. Like…so much food.
We wash up quickly, turn off the water, and step out of the shower, our hands never leaving each other.
He dries me off, running the soft, white towel along my body, touching and caring for me.
He kisses my cracked knuckles and examines them.
It’s not bad. Nothing that won’t heal. His lips meet the skin above it and he kisses tenderly until there is no more ache.
“Let’s get dressed,” Sebastian suggests, helping me slip on a comfortable pair of panties, joggers, and a loose-fitting shirt.
He quickly dons a pair of boxer briefs, sweatpants, and a shirt as well, all the while never breaking contact with me.
Our fingers intertwine as we make our way back toward the door of our bedroom.
“Would you rather go to bed?” he questions as I yawn.
I shake my head. “Nope. I want to eat my weight in whatever Margarite is willing to make me and see the kids.” I snuggle closer to Sebastian as we leave the bedroom, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me.
“I feel whole again,” I confess softly. “Like we’re finally complete and it’s going to be okay from here.
I can’t explain it, but I feel it.” I glance up and meet his blue-gray eyes. “I think we’re going to be okay.”
“Nothing will ever tear us apart again. We’ve been through so much—too much—and we’ll face whatever comes our way. Together. I promise. Nothing will ever separate us again.”
The waning sunlight streams through the hallway windows, casting shadows on the wooden floor as Sebastian and I make our way to find our children back from the museum.
Our hands are still linked, and I can’t help but steal glances at him, admiring how his dark hair frames his chiseled face, his presence nothing short of overpowering.
“Rowan!” Sebastian exclaims, surprised when his brother comes racing over to us, a wild look in his eyes.
“Sebastian, Bellamy,” Rowan pants, struggling to catch his breath. “I think…I think we’ve found her.”
“Found who?” I ask, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.
“Marie,” he answers, his voice taut with urgency. “I came home to a bunch of calls and emails. The intelligence officer working with me believes we’ve located her in a remote village on the west coast of France.”
“Are you serious?” Sebastian’s grip on my hand tightens, his face mirroring Rowan’s hope and disbelief.
“We’ll see. I’m leaving at once to find her.” Rowan’s energy is palpable, his eyes fierce and resolute. Unease swirls through me. Nothing ever feels finished and that warm glow I had after the shower is trickling out.
“Be careful, Rowan,” I implore, my voice shaking slightly. “And please, promise us you’ll check in regularly.”
“I promise,” Rowan assures before pulling us both into a tight hug. I know what this means to him. I know why he searches and searches. I just hope what he finds doesn’t lead this family to more heartache.
“Good luck,” Sebastian murmurs, clapping his brother on the shoulder.
With one last nod, he turns and disappears down the hallway, leaving us, our hearts a mix of hope and nerves.
“This is insane. I hope it’s her, and I hope if it is, it goes smoothly and without violence.”
“Only time will tell,” Sebastian says simply, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that lingers in the air. “But for now, we have each other and our family to focus on and this is certainly not something you have to trouble your mind with. Rowan knows how to take care of himself.”
“Like you do,” I say, still surprised that he shot that gun with such precision.
“That was instinct. That was me having to stop her.” He kisses me, holding my face in his hand. “My life is nothing without you in it.”
The dining room is warm and inviting, the low hum of laughter and conversation filling the air.
Phaedra, Sabrina, and Zayer sit at the table, their plates piled high with food, while Althea shares an amusing story from her youth.
The kids have no clue, none of their innocence tainted by what transpired over the last day.
They have no idea I was even gone and thank God for that.
I don’t want their thoughts darkened with any of it.
I can’t help but smile at that, my heart swelling.
“Mommy, try this!” Zayer exclaims, holding out a forkful of mashed potatoes. I lean forward to take a bite, the buttery taste melting in my mouth.
“Delicious, sweetheart,” I say, ruffling his hair affectionately.
Althea comes over and gives me a fierce hug, holding me tightly and murmuring in my ear about how relieved she is that I’m home and safe. I squeeze her back and fight the urge to cry more. “Sit now. Eat. You must be starving.”
“Like a pack of wolves,” I tease, making her crack a smile.
Margarite brings me a plate of food, and as I glance around the table, I catch Sebastian’s eye, and we exchange a knowing look. In this moment, it’s hard to believe that anything could ever harm us again. But that’s not always going to be the case. And I have to prepare myself for that possibility.
“Tell us another story, Aunt Althea!” Sabrina pleads, her eyes wide with anticipation.
“All right, all right,” Althea chuckles, launching into yet another tale of adventure and mischief that may or may not be true.
The children listen, enraptured, as she regales them with stories of her travels when she was a girl.
Later that evening, as the night sky paints a tapestry of stars across the heavens, Sebastian and I find ourselves alone on the terrace, our hands intertwined.
It's cold out here, but neither of us seems to mind.
Sebastian clears his throat. “I know the curse might never be gone, but I’m not afraid anymore.” I look up at him and his eyes search mine for a moment before he smiles. “We’ve survived it. Twice now. I think… I think we can face anything, as long as we’re together.”
“I agree,” I whisper, pressing my body against his, feeling the reassuring solidity of his chest.
“Baby, you have to know, I will never give that curse the power it wants. It won’t control our lives.
I know I said this to you earlier, but I mean it and I need you to know that.
I’m not used to this sort of love. The children, of course, and that’s why I locked us away here.
But you blew into my life like a rainbow after the storm.
I was following your light before I even knew what I was doing.
” His fingers trickle along my cheek as his eyes search mine.
“I never wanted this. I know that sounds wrong to say, but I didn’t.
But now that I have you and know what I’ve been missing all my life, I’ll fight heaven and hell to keep it and us safe.
Letting you go would have been letting the curse win and I’m done playing by its rules. ”
I gaze up at him, my hands on his chest feeling the steady pound of his heart beneath my palm.
On my tiptoes, I kiss him. Because in my heart, I know that we are unstoppable together.
The darkness may still linger on the edges of our world, but with Sebastian by my side, I’m ready to face whatever challenges may come.
And in that knowledge, I find a sense of peace that makes me believe it really is all finally going to be okay.
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