34. CHAPTER 34
SEBASTIAN
I t was late now, but we were all sitting on the floor in the living room, laughing, drinking, and having a good night. I couldn’t help but keep stealing glances at Aria—the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. The way her face lit up. She looked happy.
After everything she had been through, she still managed to look forward in life, and I wanted to be with her every step of the way.
Hayden nudged me. “Has the great Sebastian finally found someone?” he joked in a low voice.
I raised my brow, taking a sip of my whisky. I guess I did have someone. I had Aria.
“Right, you. I think it's time for bed,” Hayden said, taking Serfina’s hand and pulling her up.
Her laughter faded as her eyes flickered to Hayden, then to me and Aria, and back to Hayden. “Oh, I see.” She giggled.
Hayden rolled his eyes as he led her upstairs.
The room was silent, full of unspoken words between us.
Aria was everything I wanted, and I wished I’d never left her all those years ago because we’d missed out on that time together.
She was more than beautiful; she was phenomenal—everything to make a grown man fall to his knees.
Every look, every touch, drove me completely insane.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe without her next to me, as if she were my oxygen.
That spark of hers ignited my heart, forcing a surge through my veins. I took a deep breath, and just as I spoke, she did too.
“Nyx,” I whispered.
“Sebastian.”
We both looked at each other, smiling, as I moved closer to her.
“You go.”
“Today was perfect.”
“Nyx, I want the best for you. I always have,” I said, taking her hand.
I paused for a moment, swallowing hard as I gently brushed my thumb back and forth over it.
This was hard, allowing myself to fully feel.
To fully open up. It was something I never thought I’d have with a woman.
This time, I wasn’t going to walk away from it.
I was going to fully embrace everything with her.
“You mean everything to me. You always have,” I said, barely a whisper.
The silence between us returned for what felt like a lifetime before her hand brushed the loose bits of my hair from my forehead, causing me to look up and meet her eyes. She lightly placed her hand on my cheek, smiling at me.
And in that moment, I knew.
She didn’t need to say a word; those sparkling eyes told me everything.
She was my Nyx, that goddess of the night who brought the moon to light the darkness.
I brushed her soft blonde hair behind her ear, my finger lightly tracing down her cheek before skimming over her lips and resting them on her chin, her chest rising and falling with every touch. My gaze dropped to those full pink lips of hers, and I slowly leaned in.
They were warm, inviting, and I claimed them as mine.
Her hands slipped under my T-shirt before she pulled it over my head, our lips desperately making their way back to each other, unable to bear even a second apart.
My lips brushed against her neck, and the heat from her delicate, smooth skin hit me like wildfire—slow but inevitable.
Her breathing became heavy as I slid her straps down, kissing every sweet, delicious inch of her.
That apple scent infused into mine, becoming part of me.
She gripped my hair, sending a spark down my spine that set every nerve on fire.
I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, and mine soon synced with hers.
My hands skimmed up her sides, removing her top, then unclipping her bra.
I gazed at her perfect body for a second.
It was the kind that could make a man feel weak at the knees.
Her hand found the inside of my joggers, and she started stroking my length back and forth.
My lips found hers as my breathing became shallow, her touch sending me wild and desperate for her.
I rose and she pulled my joggers down, my cock springing free.
She looked up at me, biting her lip, then shifted to her knees.
Her fingers wrapped around my cock, and as she gently starting stroking, pre-cum glistened on the tip.
My senses were on overdrive; her touch was fucking magical.
Fuck. This girl had me fighting every urge in my body to stop myself from coming.
I tilted my head back, letting out a low groan. “Fuck.” I felt her tongue tease the tip, and my hands rested on the back of her head. Her mouth slid over it.
My cock was pulsing, aching, my whole body ready to detonate. I didn’t think I could get any harder for this woman, but she somehow managed it. I took her hands, bringing her to her feet. My lips crashed onto hers, and she playfully bit my lip.
Her jean shorts came off, and I soon squeezed that curved arse of hers and gently laid her down on the floor, then got to my knees between her legs.
The heat between us was intoxicating. I slid my fingers over her pussy, watching her back arch, her chest rising high, moaning breaking through as I teased her with my fingers, then licked them dry.
I leaned over, taking a condom out of my wallet. She bit her lip, watching me rip it open and slide it over my cock. She ran her hands over my chest as I positioned myself, pressing into her slowly. I wanted her to feel every inch of me.
She gasped.
“You take me so well,” I groaned, desperate for her. “You’re so fucking tight around me.”
Her hips arched, drawing me deeper as a whimper came from her. Fuck me, she felt so good. It was driving me crazy, and I could feel myself on the edge. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I pounded harder, faster, claiming every bit of her as mine.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you all the time.”
Her kiss was deep, full of passion. Her nails pressed into my back, pushing me deeper into her.
“Fuck, Nyx, you’re going to make me come.” My words were a desperate, low growl in her ear, as every nerve heightened with the tension building.
“Say my fucking name.”
Her moans intensified, the heat burning between us.
“Sebastian.” Her voice was low, needy, as she completely gave herself to me.
Her pussy tightened around me, and with one last, deep thrust, she completely let go, her beautiful orgasm touching every part of me as if it were telling me I didn’t have to control myself anymore. I pushed my lips onto hers. “Fuck.” My body jerked, releasing everything into her.
My movements slowed. They stopped. I could feel her heart pounding against mine as we tried to steady our breathing, and I brushed back her hair that was sticking to her forehead.
That sweet apple smell mixed with mine. It was fucking addictive.
I kissed her, slowly pulling out and shifting beside her.
I wrapped my arm around her, her head resting on my chest. This was what I had been craving, what my body had been begging for. Her.
Our breathing started to steady as her fingers lightly traced over my tattooed skin.
“When did you get this?” she asked.
“About four years ago.”
“What does it say?”
I lay there silent for a moment before I responded. “And the light shines in the darkness.”
She pulled me closer to her.
“What about this?” I turned her wrist over, tracing the small grey crescent moon with butterflies.
I felt her take a deep breath, and her heart raced against my chest. “When you left me,” she whispered.
I pressed my lips to her head. “I’m sorry, Nyx. I won't ever leave you again.”
Her eyes flicked open, her body moving slightly. She looked different from before, like she’d finally let go of everything she’d been holding on to. Like she was free from it all.
She looked happy.
That sass in her smile had returned.
Her eyes looked brighter.
She looked more like the old Nyx again.
I tilted her head, leaning in to kiss her and tracing my fingers slowly down her body, causing her to giggle.
“Oh, ticklish, are you?”
“No, I’m not,” she protested, trying to suppress her laughter.
I started to tickle her playfully, her giggling growing less restrained, until she shifted her body to straddle me, linking her fingers in mine, and our eyes locked onto each other.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have her, to be able to hold her.
She was finally mine.