CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I moved as if I had nothing to hide, though it was clear I certainly was attempting to hide something.
“You look like you have a stick up your ass. Relax.” He shook his arm that was attached to mine, an attempt to shake the stiffness out.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “If anyone has a stick shoved somewhere, it’s you,” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that?” His hard eyes told me he heard me clearly.
“Can we stop by the bakery?”
His eyes narrowed on me as the corners of his mouth tilted upwards.
Perhaps it was too soon to be within such small confines with humans.
My nails dug into Sebastian’s bicep as I held on for dear life.
I wanted a pastry to quell my need for sweetness, but the two sweets were certainly not one and the same.
There was a distinct difference, and I was painfully aware of it.
He leaned down pressing a soft kiss to my temple, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. A small part of me relaxed, and I released my death grip just a hair.
My eyes glazed over as I took in the elaborate display of pastries. A woman stood next to me, and her scent was so sweet it burned. My nails dug into Sebastian once more.
“Look at me, mannyenska,” he murmured.
I looked up to meet his flat black eyes.
A void I’d be content to drift away in. My heart rate eased, along with the overwhelming urge to bite this poor, unsuspecting woman.
Looking to Sebastian grounded me, and though we met in the strangest and most dangerous conditions, I was fortunate to have him as a guide through everything.
I selected a raspberry-filled pastry glistening with sugar. We sat outside the bakery. I remained glued to his side. His nearness was a comfort in case I lost control, and he could rein me in. It was an odd sight to watch him eat a cookie. Maybe it had to do with his menacing presence.
Once I thoroughly stretched my legs walking down the street and breathed in some fresh air, although it was laced with far too much temptation, we headed back to his townhouse.
I spent the rest of the day within my head. It became hard to sit still. Unease crawled within my legs forcing me to pace about the room. The reality of my situation began to sink to my stomach like a stone. I was forever changed. And this thirst felt eternal. Never to be satisfied.
Sebastian assured me it would pass, but being surrounded by such temptation only showed me how weak I was. And the longer it took me to gain control, the longer I’d be kept from Olivia. I couldn’t bear the thought of her coming back to us and not being there when she could see again.
My restless legs remained a nuisance even as we settled into bed.
I laid on my side facing Sebastian as he laid on his back.
The blanket sat at his waist, leaving his bare chest draped in silver moonlight.
I traced my fingers along the planes of his chest to distract myself from the itching sensation spreading throughout my body.
“I don’t know how much more of that I can take, mannyenska.” His voice was low and rough coming through the quiet, darkened room.
I glanced down to see the result of my touch. When I met his eyes, they were laced with hunger. And for a moment, I felt peace. I had forgotten about my restless body. My hand trailed lower, but before it could meet its mark, I was thrown onto my back, and he was over me.
He straddled me, pinning my arms above my head. He had a lazy look in his eyes, yet his chest was heaving. “Is this what you want, mannyenska?” He wrenched my legs apart with his knees, pressing his hard bulge into my center. I gasped.
All I could focus on was him and wherever his body touched mine. The all-consuming sensation was what I needed to forget. I arched my back, pressing myself further into him. He let out a rough breath.
Within a second my nightdress was torn over my head, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties.
He leaned down taking my breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple, drawing out a moan from me.
He came up, placing a gentle kiss on my throat before coming down on my lips.
I opened for him. He bit my bottom lip. I whimpered.
He ground his erection into me as his kiss grew ravenous.
He broke away suddenly, peppering kisses down my stomach.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips as he looped them around my panties, yanking them down roughly.
He tossed them aside, and my legs fell open for him.
He pressed a kiss into my inner thigh, traveling up, nearing exactly where I wanted him.
As I squirmed, he wrapped his arms around my thighs bringing me closer to him.
He teased me as he kissed around my center, licking and nipping. I writhed, growing impatient, until he held me so tightly I could no longer move.
“Please,” I breathed.
He chuckled darkly, cruelly. I fisted the sheets, crying out as he finally put me out of my misery. I struggled against his hold as he licked up my center.
“Still, mannyenska. You must behave.” He bit my inner thigh, and the sudden need for him to bite harder overtook me.
But then his tongue was on me once more, swirling around my clit.
Sparks erupted across my heated skin. He moved faster until my core wound so tight I couldn’t take it anymore.
I’d likely have bruises from how much I writhed against his hold.
And as his lips clamped down around me, I nearly screamed from the release, arching off the bed and clutching the sheets even tighter.
He licked lazily up my center a few times before coming up to me.
His eyes heavy with lust and that barely restrained control.
That twisted part of me wanted him to lose it.
He kissed me slowly this time, and somehow it was more erotic than when it was rough and desperate.
My head was hazy, my body limp, but I grabbed the waistband of his underwear, not wanting this to end.
He broke the kiss, tilting his head slightly.
“What do you want, mannyenska?” He taunted with a slight curl to his swollen lips.
He wanted me to say it.
“I want you inside me. Please.” Any bit of pride I had was long lost. I’d beg for him now.
His eyes grew darker, and suddenly I saw the predator before me. It brought me back to the first time our eyes met, his laced with a hunger I could only imagine the depths of. Now, I myself had become a predator, able to explore those depths with a painful closeness.
I was so lost in his abyss, I didn’t even realize he had removed his underwear until I felt him at my entrance.
I gasped. He ran the tip up and down, swirling it around me, taunting me, and I ground myself against him, not allowing him to tease me any longer.
As he pushed in, I reveled in the delicious burn as he stretched me to the point of pain.
He saw it in my eyes and slowed his movements.
He braced himself on his forearms beside my head, pressing his weight into me, our flesh melding as one.
His warmth bled into mine. I lifted my legs, grazing my inner thighs along his hips, wrapping them around him.
My nails dug into his back as he slid all the way in, and my other hand snaked up the nape of his neck, tangling within his hair.
Our breaths mingled as his face hovered just above mine, our gaze locked so tightly only the strongest force could sever it.
He stilled for a moment as I adjusted to his length that filled me completely.
I arched my back into him, wiggling my hips, desperate for friction.
His control slipped through his fingers.
A guttural groan spilled from his throat.
And I realized then, perhaps his perpetual blank expression was a mask to conceal the monster beneath.
The temperature of the room dropped several degrees at the look of sheer malice on his face.
If I didn’t want him so badly, I’d be afraid.
But I held him closer. I’d let the beast take me time and time again.
His pace picked up to a punishing degree as he thrust into me. I cried out between ragged breaths. My nails dug into the firm planes of his back. He growled as I raked them through his skin.
He snaked his arms around my back, wrenching me upright onto his lap.
I straddled him as he drove into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck to stay upright, and his hands clamped firmly at the sides of my face, forcing me to look into his eyes, eyes welling with smothered riot.
His thin thread of control grew weaker as it suspended him over the edge of depravity.
Every nerve came alive at the sight. I matched his movements, grinding into him.
Our flesh gliding together with the sweat that bloomed between us.
I reveled in the closeness, craving even more.
He picked up the pace with a heart-stopping growl.
My breaths could barely keep up. My head became lighter.
My throat burned, an ache so deep it extended beyond me.
I trailed my fingers along his neck. My eyes fell to his throat before meeting his in a silent plea.
“If you do that, we will become bonded soulmates.” His voice was low and gravelly as he barely held on.
I nodded. Maybe I shouldn’t have made such a life-altering decision within the throes of a lust-filled stupor. But the decision had already been made, as if it were inscribed within the script of existence itself.
He looked to me as if I had imparted a revelation upon him, as if I held all the secrets to the universe. His thrusts slowed as he held on to my face, drinking in every part of me. He pulled me in for a rough kiss, driving into me harder. I had to break it off as an uncontrollable moan overtook me.
“Bite me, my love,” he growled, gripping the back of my head, his fist closing around my hair, pulling it slightly.