32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
VERONICA
“Oh my god.”
The breath I’m holding punches out of my lungs as Sebastian thrusts inside me.
There’s no warning, no preparation. His cock slides in with no resistance, my body opening to him willingly, handing him everything on a shiny silver platter.
Pleasure erupts up my spine as he stretches me, the sound of skin slapping contests the melodies of the garden.
Sebastian fucks me like he hates me and loves me, at the same time.
He buries himself to the hilt, the air knocked from my lungs.
I can feel every inch of his cock bullying up against my cervix.
It hurts, but it also feels like heaven.
The grass beneath me does nothing to add any cushion, not with how Sebastian ruts into me like a wild animal.
He’s insatiable, staring at me with blown pupils and parted lips. I have never seen him look so feral.
A low moan rips through my throat as his tip nudges against a particularly sensitive spot inside me. Sebastian’s hips stutter, his chin dipping to watch the length of his cock slide in and out of my soaked pussy. The lewd sound of my arousal is loud, drowning out the crickets that chirp around us.
“Fuck, fuck.” Sebastian grunts, his eyes closing.
Fuck, is right.
“Sebastian,” I breathe, my voice raspy, “more. I need more.”
The moon shines down on us, his honey eyes glinting in the light. Stray strands of chestnut hair fall across his face, casting a shadow. He’s beautiful. So, so, beautiful. My chest tightens at the sight of him above me and warmth blooms throughout my body.
I need him. I need his mind, his body, his soul. I won’t stop until I have it all.
Large hands grip my thighs, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my legs.
My bare ass lifts off the grass and I all but scream at how deep he is.
The head of his cock taps against that spot, making me dizzy.
His grunts are the only sound I hear, and the plush of Sebastian’s lips rest beneath the curve of my jaw.
“Come for me, soak my cock,” Sebastian begs. His voice is pleading, like he can’t hold on. I dig my heels into the back of his shoulders as my orgasm crashes over.
Sebastian moans, the sound guttural, low into my neck.
He pistons his hips again and again until warmth blooms inside me.
His arms wrap tightly around as he rides out his release.
Our chests collide, rising and falling in their own synced rhythm.
The cool breeze feels amazing as Sebastian rolls us, so I’m lying on his chest.
His cock remains buried inside of me, keeping us connected. It’s slowly softening but he makes no move to part us. I’m grateful.
Together, right now, we’re two pieces of the same broken heart.
“What are you thinking?” Sebastian’s voice is soft but wrecked, rasped and breathy as he continues to float down from the moment we had just shared. It was everything. By the way his gaze slants, fixed onto my face, I am going to assume he feels the same way.
My chest continues to softly rise and fall, the dress I wore is now back on my body. It’s rumpled but I like it better this way; much better.
I stare at the man beside me, his cheek pressing gently against my shoulder.
Sebastian’s tanned chest is still exposed to the night, the soft curls on his biceps slightly damp.
He presses an elbow into the warm grass and lifts his cheek to cradle in his large palm.
Another beat passes in silence and the corner of his mouth twitches in amusement.
“Careful, my ego might get bigger if I was able to make the Veronica Beverly go silent after sex,” Sebastian rumbles and I can’t help the abrupt snorted laughter that bursts from me.
“Your ego couldn’t get any bigger, Sebastian, I promise,” my lips pull into a smile that has his eyes softening . The tips of his fingers brush the top of my cheek and he looks like he wants to respond but he doesn’t.
Instead, Sebastian pulls me to him, and now my cheek is on his chest. I’m flush against his side, his back resting in the soft blades of grass. The heat radiating off him wraps me in a Sebastian sized blanket, and for the first time in a long time, I’m home.