Chapter 5 #2
She turns fully to face me, her lips parting as if to respond, but no words come. Instead, she slowly sips her wine, her gaze never leaving mine. The silence between us stretches, thick with unspoken tension. I can see the internal debate playing out behind her eyes—hesitation warring with desire.
"Tell me," I murmur, my fingers brushing the stem of my glass, "do you believe in fate?"
She swallows, her throat moving delicately. "I think... I think fate has a way of bringing people together when they least expect it."
I smile, slow and knowing. "Then perhaps we were brought together for a reason."
She doesn’t pull away when I reach out, my fingers lightly tracing the back of her hand. Her skin is warm, soft, and I can feel the faintest tremor beneath my touch. She doesn’t recoil, but her breath hitches again, her eyes widening just enough to betray her arousal.
"You’re trembling," I observe, my thumb continuing to trace circles on her skin.
She swallows again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should go."
I don’t let her. Instead, I lean closer, my lips hovering just inches from her ear. "Stay," I breathe. "Just for a little while."
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her body betraying her even as her mind wavered. "I don’t even know you."
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze. "Names are just labels. But I can show you something real."
She licks her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten them, and I knew I have her. The battle is over. Desire won.
I stand, extending a hand to her. “Let’s go inside.”
She hesitates for only a second before placing her hand in mine. My fingers close around hers, warm and firm, and I lead her toward the door, my pulse racing with anticipation.
The walk up the front stairs is silent, the air between us electric. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, the way her breath hitches each time our eyes meet. When the doors opens, I guide her out, my hand resting lightly on the small of her back. She doesn’t resist.
I turn to her, my hands sliding to her waist, pulling her against me. She gasps softly, her fingers gripping my arms as I back her against the wall. My mouth crashes into hers, hungry and demanding, and she melts into the kiss, her lips parting with a moan that vibrates against my tongue.
I kiss her deeply, my hands exploring the curves of her body, memorizing the feel of her. She responds with a fervor that surprises me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer. I can taste the wine on her tongue, sweet and intoxicating, and I drank her in like a man starved.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my breath ragged. "Tell me to stop," I murmur against her lips.
She shakes her head, her voice breathy. "Don’t."
I grin wickedly. "Good."
My hands slide down to the hem of my shirt, my fingers teasing the fabric upward, inch by inch. She shivers as my palms glide over her bare thighs, her breath hitching as I reach the apex of her thighs. She is already wet, her arousal evident even through the thin fabric of her panties.
I groan, low and guttural. "Fuck, you’re soaked."
She whimper as my fingers find the slick folds of her pussy, parting them to stroke her clit with slow, deliberate circles. Her hips jerk involuntarily, a moan spilling from her lips as I tease her.
"You like that?" I ask, my voice rough with desire.
She nods, her eyes fluttering shut as I increase the pressure, my fingers working her with a rhythm that has her trembling. "Yes—oh, God, yes?—"
I drop to my knees before her, my hands gripping her thighs as I bury my face between her legs, pushing her panties to the side, my tongue lashing out to taste her. She cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I lick and suck her clit, my fingers plunging inside her with torturous slowness.
"Sebastian—" she gasps, her body arching against the wall as pleasure pulses through her.
I pull back just enough to murmur against her skin, "Say my name again."
She does, her voice ragged with need. "Sebastian—please?—"
I stand abruptly, my hands gripping the waistband of her panties and tearing them away. She gasps, her eyes widening as I unbuckle my belt, my cock springing free, hard and thick and aching for her. I wrap my hand around it, stroking myself once, twice, before positioning myself at her entrance.
She looks up at me, her lips part, her eyes darken with desire. "Please," she begs.
I thrust into her with one smooth motion, filling her completely.
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I begin to move, my hips snapping against hers in a relentless rhythm.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and her moans of pleasure.
"Fuck—you feel so good," I growl, my hands gripping her ass as I lift her slightly, changing the angle to hit her deeper.
She whimpers, her head falling back against the wall as I pound into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. "Sebastian—oh, God?—"
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you cum on my cock."
She shatters, her pussy clenching tightly as her orgasm rips through her, her moans turning into a broken scream. I groan, my own release building as I feel her walls flutter around me, milking my cock.
With a growl, I spill inside her, my hips stuttering as I empty myself deep within her. We stay like this for awhile, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high.
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my voice rough with satisfaction. "Stay the night. Stay tomorrow. Stay until you figure things out. Don’t leave.”
She nods, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "I will."