Chapter 13
Penelope Miles
Shivers of icy-hot pleasure course up and down my spine at the intensity in Sebastian’s dark brown eyes.
“No limits?” I whisper, certain I misheard him yet desperate to ease the ache between my legs.
“None whatsoever,” he rumbles.
“You gave me permission. Don’t regret this later. Don’t hate me.”
I should curse my wayward mouth, but I’m beyond regulating my words, especially with his massive, hard cock bopping my butt through our clothes.
He’s too patient. Too kind. Too understanding.
He’s the only man I’ll ever trust enough to give my body.
Even now, with his arousal apparent not only between his legs but also in his flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes, and stiff nipples, his rock-hard muscles and the veins popping out on his neck show how well he restrains himself.
He’s earned my trust. I’ve done nothing to earn his.
It doesn’t matter. I need him.
He opens his mouth to respond, but I reach behind me and wrap my hand around his clad cock. He jerks and curses. I gasp as his thick girth leaps in my fist.
He’s too big, but I want to try. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want to join our bodies right now. To take him deep inside me. To claim another of his firsts.
Our firsts.
When I lift my hips, mashing my breasts harder against the hard planes of his abs, and scoot lower on his body, he growls and reaches for me.
“No, don’t touch me. Put your hands back on the carpet,” I hiss.
He grinds his teeth but complies.
I push upright with a palm on his sternum and find my balance, which is no easy feat with my knees spread around his wide hips, and shuffle backward until his cock is underneath me.
With my heart pounding in my throat and my clit pulsing with need, I reach under his waistband and grab his naked shaft.
Tremors wrack through me at the hot, hard length wrapped in silky flesh.
Sebastian’s tortured moan fills me with feminine pride.
I work the leg of his shorts to the side and lower my sex to his.
Our moans echo in my ears as I drown in sensations as I tilt my hips, rubbing my drenched folds along the underside of his shaft. When his trousers prohibit me from exploring all of him, I growl and lift my weight off him.
I fit the broad head of his dick to my entrance.
“Wait, Penelope, you don’t have to—”
“You said no limits,” I snarl.
I feast my eyes on his sexy throat as he swallows.
“I meant it, but this is too fast. I don’t want to hurt you,” he rumbles.
“I want this,” I say through gritted teeth.
He could so easily stop me, but his hands remain fisted in the rug.
“Me too, but not until you’re ready.”
“I am ready. I’ve never been this wet before,” I growl.
“I can make you wetter,” he promises.
My insides clench. I flutter against the tip of his cock. The rug rips from his involuntary jerking.
“Next time,” I vow.
He opens his mouth.
Discomfort streaks through me when I push myself down harder on his cock. My piercings pinch my flesh. Despite my arousal coating us and his cock being a steel rod, my entrance refuses to accept his thickness. I hiss and try harder.
White-hot agony rips through me as I force the first half an inch of his shaft inside me. The burn travels deep into my abdomen and releases a cataclysmic eruption. As my entire body contracts, I sink lower onto his shaft and suffer through half a dozen increasingly more intense internal spasms.
No matter how hard I tried over the years, I could never bring myself to completion. Sebastian’s invasion unlocks hidden parts inside me and sends me into a whirlwind of pleasure.
“Fuck, sweet pea, you’re so tight. So wet.
And those piercings.” Sebastian’s deep, guttural voice vibrates from his chest and reaches into my womb.
“Goddamn it, you’re killing me.” With his fists clenched around the torn rug and the tendons in his neck sticking out from strain, he shakes from head to toe as he murmurs delicious filth.
“Holy hell, you feel so good. Too good. I won’t last much longer if you keep squeezing me like this, pipsqueak. ”
The last of my hatred for the nickname melts away under his adoration. I fill my lungs with a shaky breath and marvel at the smell of sex while pushing myself deeper onto his cock.
I teeter on the edge of another release, but a small, desperate sound stops me. When I realize I made Sebastian whimper, I meet his eyes and quirk a brow.
“I’m going to come,” he breathes.
My thighs quiver and heart quakes.
“I want that,” I whisper.
“I shouldn’t. Not inside you,” he growls.
“Yes. Inside me.”
Madness overtakes me. I sink my nails into Sebastian’s chest and pump up and down, lower and lower until his sweatpants brush against my inner legs and his tip strikes something sensitive deep inside me, but no matter how frenzied I am or how hard I try, I cannot fit the last inch of him into me.
My name on his lips wrecks me. I grab his wrists and yank his hands off the rug. His arched back and tortured groan tell of his waning control. I press his hands to my hips and squeeze until he wraps his long, thick fingers around me.
“Touch me,” I rasp.
His low curse warns of his breaking point. I cling to him on a silent scream as he thrusts and pulls, seating himself fully inside me. I combust. It hurts. It’s bliss.
Over and over again, he lifts me up until his tip stretches my entrance, then funnels back into me with breathtaking ruthlessness. The moment one euphoria ends another begins, until I smell colors and taste sound.
He pulls me down by my nape and consumes my mouth as he thrusts deep inside me with short upward jabs. Sweat drips down my sides. His shirt hangs loose around me. I lament the barrier between my breasts and the springy hairs on his chest.
He bars an arm around my lower back and grinds my clit with every punishing thrust of his hips. My vertical clit hood piercing rubs my over-sensitized bundle of nerves.
It’s too much. I’ll fly apart. I fight the growing pressure inside me, certain I won’t survive the explosion.
Sebastian’s tongue strokes over mine. He flexes his fingertips into my nape.
A tsunami of pleasure gushes from me. I can’t breathe. Every muscle in my body contracts. Wetness bursts from my core. It spurts from between our joined bodies and soaks our clothes.
For long, terrifying, glorious moments, I orgasm so hard I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
I find bliss on earth with Sebastian’s cock lodged deep inside my body, his guttural praise in my ear, and my heart overflowing with my love for him.
Completely spent, I fall asleep on top of him with our bodies still joined. His overwhelming presence fights off my demons, and for the first time in my adult life, I sleep without thrashing through nightmares.
I wake stiff, sore, and so sluggish my brain refuses to process my surroundings. Even when Sebastian carries me into the bathroom and sets me in front of the sink with a quick stolen kiss on my lips, I stand staring at my reflection long after he shuts the door behind him.
The fog finally lifts an indeterminant time later when he drives the SUV out of the parking garage and into the golden morning sun.
I sip the coffee warming my hands and check our surroundings.
“This isn’t the way to the office or the hospital. Where are you taking me?” I ask.
“To pick out our wedding rings,” he answers without hesitation.
For an embarrassing moment, my brain refuses to process his statement. My mouth reacts before my mind catches up. I set the travel mug in the cup holder and angle my shoulders toward him.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“No, I’m dead serious. After last night—”
“It was just sex!” I lie.
“I came inside you. You could be pregnant,” he says.
I can’t decipher from his tone whether the thought bothers or excites him. The flash of joy fades as quickly as it rises. I berate myself for being such a lovestruck fool.
“Oh my goodness, Sebastian, you’re being ridiculous. This isn’t a sappy chick flick or some crappy romance novel. There’s no way I’m pregnant after only one time. We can just—”
“We’re getting married,” he interrupts.
I huff and cross my arms over my chest.
“Says who? You? No matter how rich or powerful you may be, you can’t force me to marry you.”
I squeak as he swerves and hits the brakes, pulling into two parallel parking spaces. His thick, warm fingers wrap around my nape and pull me across the center console toward him.
“You took my virginity, pipsqueak. You have to take responsibility for me.”
“Hey, I was a virgin, too. For all we know, we used up all the magic between us and—”
His lips cover mine with breathtaking speed and force, and my body’s instant reaction proves the folly of my words.
My nipples pebble and arousal slickens my labia piercings.
I spear impatient hands into his hair and deepen the kiss when he tries to pull away.
The soreness between my legs is more satisfying than all the self-inflicted pain over the years, and I can’t wait to enjoy the delicious burning of his invasion again.
He slides his hand from my nape to the front of my throat. Caged within his massive, callused fingers, I swallow and melt into shivery goo.
“That doesn’t feel like the magic between us is gone,” he murmurs against my lips.
I whimper and lift my chin. He chuckles and nibbles around my lip ring.
“I want to taste you like this every day. No, not just like this. More than this. Every inch of you.”
Despite the incessant clenching of my womb, the center of my chest ices over at his words.
He still hasn’t seen my scars. He also has yet to uncover the worst of my secrets.
“Wait, I—”
“Don’t you want to taste me?” he whispers against my lips.
All the blood drains from my head, but even as horror ices my veins, a deep, vicious part of me perks with interest.
I want everything with him, but I’m not ready to face gory memories constantly lurking along the edges of my brain.