Chapter Eight
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Beth awoke to the sensation of warm, steady breathing against her shoulder.
Sebastian! She had gone to bed with him. That much was obvious from the warm body lying beside her. His arm was wrapped securely around her waist, pinning her tightly against his broad chest.
The coldness of the storm outside was gone, replaced by a cosy heat radiating between their bodies.
Unbeknownst to her, Sebastian was already awake. Propped up on one elbow, his eyes were fixed on her face, watching her intensely.
“Morning,” he murmured, his voice still low and raspy from the night in the cold.
Beth offered a faint, tired smile, tracing the sharp line of his jaw with her fingertips. “How is your throat? Are you feeling better?”
“I feel better than I’ve felt in months,” he murmured softly, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her forehead.
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Beth squealed internally. She was freaking out and had no idea how to act. She had never woken up beside a man before. Was he about to kiss her? Holy shit, morning breath!
Thinking of a quick distraction, she scrambled to say something.
“I received the house brochures, by the way. And the medical files.”
Sebastian stilled, his breath catching in his throat as he searched her eyes. “And?”
“Bare minimum,” Beth replied, a tiny, teasing smirk, playing on her lips.
“Oh, really? Is there something I can do to impress you?” Sebastian asked looming over her.
“Mmm... let me see.” She said, tapping her temple playfully, only to get distracted as Sebastian’s hands slowly slid over her curves.
“Go on,” he teased then lowered his head and captured her lips in a slow, gentle kiss.
The tenderness quickly gave way to a sudden, explosive wave of unquenchable passion.
He broke away just long enough to yank off his shirt. Beth didn’t hesitate; she shamelessly ran her hands all over his sculpted torso, exploring him with a mix of curiosity and greed.
“Like what you see, Mrs. Moore?” He teased her.
“Shut up!”
“I’ll shut up, all right,” he growled, kissing her once more before trailing his lips lower down her neck and chest. He hastily discarded her bra, exposing her bare skin to the cool air for only a second before closing his mouth over her hard nipple.
He sucked, licked, and flicked her nipple with his tongue while his hand played with her other breast, fondling and caressing her flesh before rolling her sensitive peak between his fingers.
He alternated his mouth between her two breasts, teasing and pleasuring her until she was moaning wantonly, her body writhing beneath his.
He didn’t stop there. He kissed his way down her torso, moving lower and lower until Beth, who had never had oral sex performed on her before, was scandalized.
“Uh... I’m not sure,” she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair.
“You will love it, I promise,” he murmured against her skin. “This is what husbands do to their wives. And I’m sorry... I was selfish before.”
Without giving her time to protest further, he stripped away her panties and planted his wicked mouth between her legs.
Beth had never experienced anything like it. It felt forbidden, wrong, and yet so right. Pretty soon, she was writhing and gripping the sheets as she fought in vain for control.
His strong hands clamped around her thighs, pinning her in place while he feasted on her. His mouth worked with a fierce hunger that left no doubt about his intentions, which was to drive her crazy with pleasure until she was at his mercy.
Using his tongue, he explored her sensitive folds, delving deeper as he savoured every drop of her sweetness.
His mouth latched onto her swollen nub and sucked it hard, as if trying to draw out her very soul. Beth was euphoric, feeling like she was floating in the clouds as his mouth drove her wild with intense pleasure.
Overwhelming sensations flooded her body washing away her remaining hesitation. And as she neared climax, her hands found his head and his fingers gripped his hair tightly, pulling his face even deeper between her legs.
He knew the exact buttons to press, and his mouth was relentless in its quest to taste and pleasure her. It wasn’t long before she was quaking violently as a powerful orgasm coursed through her body, taking her on a wild ride of shifting intensity.
She was still recovering when Sebastian finally lifted his head. His dark hair, usually neat and slicked back, was wildly mussed and his lips glistened with her wetness, making her blush as their eyes locked.
He held her gaze for a second before dropping one last kiss on her pulsing centre, then let go and began to pull away.
“Wow... that was...” she muttered, lost for words.
“I’m not done trying to change your mind, lady.”
“Oh yes, don’t stop on my account,” she teased, watching indulgently as he stripped off his pants.
Seconds later, he was fully naked, and Beth couldn’t tear her eyes away from his impressive length. His erect cock was a sight that took her breath away every single time.
Then, he moved over her and surged forward, burying his entire length deep inside her while her sex clung to him.
He pulled back, drawing a soft whimpered protest from her, only to make her gasp with delight as he drove back into her. He then went on to establish an agonizingly slow pace that drove her crazy.
“Please...” she hissed.
“Please what?”
“I need...” she panted, unable to find the words to describe the mounting friction and unbearable heat twisting and roiling inside her.
“Faster?”
She nodded helplessly.
“Is this how you like it, ma’am? Fast and furious?” he teased, a low growl in his voice as his pace picked up. He drove deeper with every thrust, taking her faster and faster, and pushing her right back to the edge of a second climax.
Beth moaned as wild sensations wracked her body, and Sebastian went on to demonstrate why she grew more obsessed with him with each passing day.
Then, out of nowhere, another orgasm seized her. She sobbed and trembled as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over her.
Sebastian didn’t slow down. He kept a relentless rhythm, stretching her climax on and on until he too succumbed. With a dark growl, he poured his release deep inside her, his body shaking violently as his own intense orgasm claimed him.
He collapsed beside her afterward, both of them breathless and rendered mute from their explosive climax.
Sebastian rested his forehead against hers, his eyes locking onto hers in the soft morning light.
Suddenly, he felt a sudden urge to confess his deepest and darkest secrets.
Good sex did that to you, he acknowledged.
And theirs had been extraordinary, the kind that made you feel like a superhuman, as if the world could implode in on itself at any moment and you wouldn’t care.
Still, he had to let her know how he felt.
“I love you, Elizabeth,” he whispered softly, his deep voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much.”
An awkward, heavy silence settled over the bedroom.
Beth stared back at him, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.
Part of her wanted to scream that she loved him too, that she had never stopped loving him for a single second.
But the sharp memory of five years of neglect, cold shoulders, and public humiliation flared up like an open wound, planting a seed of fear and doubt deep inside her.
She felt vulnerable. The sex had stripped her bare, and he now knew that she was so into him. It felt as though it gave him a dangerous amount of power over her and Beth hated feeling powerless.
“Beth... talk to me, please,” Sebastian urged gently, reaching up to smooth a lock of hair away from her cheek.
Beth took a slow, steadying breath, carefully pulling the white sheet up over her chest as she sat up.
“The sex is sure nice, Sebastian,” she said, keeping her voice as light and detached as possible. “But I’m not ready to get back together.”
Sebastian blinked, as if he had just been slapped across the face. “Beth, what we have... what we just shared... it’s magical. I know you feel it, too.”
“It’s just sex,” she replied, looking away to avoid his piercing gaze.
He was gutted. The words cut straight to his core. Being told that their physical connection was merely “just sex” stung, forcing him to experience the exact same cold, emotional distance he had so carelessly inflicted on her throughout their entire marriage.
Yet, despite the polite brush-off, Sebastian refused to throw in the towel. Not after the level of concern and tenderness she had shown him during the storm last night. She had brought him indoors, bathed him, fed him and lay in his arms all night.
She cared about him, whether she was willing to admit it out loud or not.
Rather than walking away in defeat, the rejection made Sebastian want to fight even harder to win her heart.
“Can I at least court you?” Sebastian asked, sitting up and looking at her with unwavering determination. “Give me a chance to win back your love, Elizabeth.
Beth tilted her head, a playful, challenging glint flashing in her eyes. “Challenge accepted.”
“What are you doing this afternoon?” Sebastian asked.
“Uhhh... nothing. I had a date scheduled,” Beth replied.
“Cancel it,” he demanded, his tone perhaps a little too forceful.
Beth raised her eyebrows, a soft, sarcastic laugh escaping her. “Oooh... are you jealous? Is the great Sebastian Moore actually jealous that his wife has a little motion in the city?”
“Please,” Sebastian pleaded, completely ignoring her taunts as he took her hand in his. “I would like to take you out on a date today. Can you spare the whole afternoon?”
Beth looked at his hopeful expression, feeling a sudden, thrilling flutter in her stomach. “I can.”
“I’ll pick you up around one,” Sebastian said, his face lighting up with a genuine, boyish smile. “Great, we’ll grab lunch first.”
“Sure,” Beth agreed, her voice smooth, though inside, she was intensely curious and more than a little excited. She genuinely could not wait to see what he had planned.