Chapter Forty-Eight
FORTY-EIGHT
Sebastian’s bedroom door is barely closed when he picks me up and crashes his lips against mine. My legs wrap around his waist, fingers diving into his damp hair as he walks me backward. His lips move to nip at my jawline.
The journey from the baths to the top of the Malachite tower is a blur to me. All I remember is him tugging my arm when I went to stop at my floor, indicating that he wanted me to keep climbing.
My back meets a soft comforter as he drops us down onto his bed, which I quickly realise is much larger than mine. In fact, his entire room is larger than three of mine put together.
‘Wow, Zain. How’s it feel slumming it in my room when you have all this up here?’ I chuckle as his lips move to my neck.
‘Don’t care about the room,’ he rumbles against my pulse point before kissing it. ‘Care about the girl inside of it.’
God, how does he always know the right thing to say?
My stomach flutters. ‘Take off my clothes,’ I beg, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down my body.
I need to feel him, skin to skin. I don’t want any barriers between us.
After what he just did to me in the baths, I’m feverish, and based on the wild look in his eyes when he leans back to look at me, he is too.
‘It would be my pleasure.’ He winks, then gets to work pulling every single piece of clothing off my body. Once I’m bare and exposed to him, and he can see every swell and curve of my body, he just stands there taking me in. As if he hasn’t seen me naked before.
‘I have dreamed about this.’ His eyes flick up to mine. ‘Having you naked and splayed out for me in my bed.’
My breath stutters in my throat. ‘P-please,’ I whisper. I’m not sure what I’m asking for. But it’s all I’m able to verbalise.
Sebastian strips his own clothes off, reminding me just how gorgeous he is as he stands at the foot of the bed, looking like a warrior. Built, scarred and ready to dominate.
Much to my surprise, my warrior drops to his knees, which is not at all what I am expecting. I prop myself up on my elbows to look down at him.
‘What are—’
He grabs my thighs and yanks me to the foot of the bed. I fall onto my back once more as he lifts my thighs over his shoulders and the next thing I know, I feel his mouth covering me.
I shout, then cover my mouth with my own hand to stop from letting everyone in their rooms beneath us know exactly what’s going on up here. My legs start shaking, tensing to the point of pain, until I can’t handle it anymore. I lean forward and grab him by the shoulders.
‘Seb, please. I need you. I—’
‘What, sweetheart? What do you need?’
An embarrassed flush works its way through me until I find the courage to say what I really mean. ‘I want you to fuck me.’
Sebastian grins, devilish and cocky. His dark hair falls over his beautiful eyes as he climbs over me, and Stars, those lips. Full and wet from my arousal.
‘Filthy little mouth.’ He grabs my wrists and places them above my head.
Then he pushes my hair from my face, gently tucking it behind my ears.
‘I’ve always loved your hair,’ he says, almost wistfully.
‘It reminds me of the moon. Pale and luminous – enchanting.’ He leans down and kisses my cheek, right on top of my burn.
Then he kisses my chin. He uses his thumb to tip my head back so he can kiss the hollow of my throat.
‘Is that what you did, sweetheart? Did you enchant me to make me want you this badly?’
I don’t answer. I don’t think I could if I tried because right then I feel him lick along my collarbone, and up along the side of my neck. He licks and sucks, then bites down, as if he’s claiming me. It’s primal and uninhibited.
Slowly, I feel his crown nudge at my entrance. It’s silky smooth and thick, making me gasp as I feel him push against it with the slightest amount of pressure.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asks, and there’s a hint of vulnerability in his tone that prods at my heart.
‘Yes,’ I turn my head to meet his eyes. ‘I’m sure. I want this. You. I want you, Seb. I always have.’ Not a single word is a lie, and that hits me harder than anything.
‘I don’t want you to regret this.’
My head shakes from side to side. ‘I won’t,’ I vow.
I know the moment he finds truth in my words, because he slams his mouth against mine and kisses me as if he’s dying. As if he’s been waiting for me to say those words to him all his life.
I want you, Seb. I always have.
With painfully slow movements, I feel him press himself forward, the head of his cock sliding through my slickness.
Coating him and making it easier for him to start to press inside.
I can’t help but gasp the moment he breaches my entrance.
It’s just an inch, but Stars, I already feel myself stretching to let him in.
‘Fuck!’ he groans, resting his forehead against mine. His arms shake as he holds himself up, as if he’s trying desperately to go slow for me. To not hurt me.
Well, that just won’t do, will it?
I lift my hips and press against him, willing him deeper. He growls, and it only spurs me on. Until I’m practically writhing beneath him and his cock finally slides home, hitting such a deep spot inside of me that I moan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
‘You’re so fucking tight.’
‘Please, keep moving,’ I beg. ‘I can’t take it.’
That’s all it takes for him to start pumping his hips, thrusting inside me over and over, until we’re sliding further up the bed and my hands hit the headboard. My fingers curl around the metal frame. I hold onto it as he starts to quicken the pace, sending shockwaves all the way down my legs.
Suddenly, he lifts off me and sits back on his haunches.
With his cock still buried inside me, he grabs my ankles and places them on his shoulders.
His hands grip my hips seconds before he resumes thrusting his own.
I cry out. This new position causes him to hit deeper than I thought possible, my inner walls clenching around him.
He feels bigger; I don’t know how that’s possible, but Stars, I actually think I might die like this.
My breasts bounce up and down with the pace he’s set, and his eyes lock on them as they move. He frees a hand to reach between us and pinch one of my nipples, making me yelp.
‘Stars, Ria. Look at you,’ he croons, reaching over to pinch my other nipple, then roll it in between his fingers. ‘So beautiful. And all mine.’
I preen under his touch and his words. I feel my orgasm start to build from within my core.
As if he senses it too, he pushes my legs wide with both hands, exposing every single inch of me to hi m as he watches himself pump inside of me.
Then without warning, he starts to rub at my clit in fast circles.
‘Oh my—’ My back arches. My legs try to close on their own accord, but he pushes them back down and resumes his ministrations on my clit as his thrusts pick up speed.
Over and over, he hits that sweet spot inside of me, until my body feels like it’s about to light on fire and I’m shaking, from head to toe, my legs stiffening out to the sides.
Sebastian lets out a deep, guttural groan. ‘That’s it, baby, let go. Come all over my cock.’
That’s all it takes. My orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave. Relentless. All-encompassing. I see stars, moaning loudly as he drives into me, pushing me to the breaking point as he draws out every last tremor, until he’s pulling out of me and leaning back with his cock in his hand.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and his eyes fall to half mast, veins throbbing in his forearm as he works his length up and down. Once, twice.
I watch in awe, my mouth parted as his own orgasm crashes through him.
Cum spurts across my stomach and chest, coating me in his release.
His eyes are dark, uninhibited, and he releases his cock and slides his hand up my thigh, over my hip and to my stomach.
I groan with pleasure, and his cock bobs between us.
‘Do you want a taste, sweetheart?’ he asks, voice like gravel.
‘Y-yes,’ I breathe. Desperate for it, for anything as long as it’s from him.
A devilish smirk tugs at his lips. He dips a finger into the cum above my belly button and brings it to my lips.
‘Open.’
I do. I suck his finger into my mouth, flicking my tongue against the underside, and I revel in the salty taste of him.
Sebastian and I showered together again, and now I’m sat on his bed, my legs buried beneath the blankets. Yes, plural, because apparently unit leaders need three blankets. Rude. He’s just taken my empty plate of food away and gone to wash his hands after he ate as well.
When he returns, he looks happy, sated, relaxed. It’s a version of him I’m not used to, but I want to be. I enjoy seeing him at ease, and I want to see more of it, which is why, as he slips into the bed beside me and pulls me into his arms, I find myself asking:
‘What are we doing? What is this?’
His arms tighten around me as he takes his time to answer.
‘What do you want it to be?’ he finally says, and I frown.
‘No.’ I push myself into a sitting position and turn to face him. ‘You don’t get to cop out of my question by asking me a question.’
He sighs, then nods, knowing I caught him out.
‘All right, fine.’ He straightens and pushes his hair back off his forehead.
‘I don’t know what this is.’ When my face falls, he puts his hand up to stop me.
‘But I know what I want it to be. Listen, I never wanted you here. I never wanted you to see the brutality inside these walls. But you have anyway, and that kills me, especially knowing I’ve played a part in the brutality you’ve endured.
I wanted you gone and ended up making it worse for you. ’
‘We’ve already discussed this—’