37. CHAPTER 37
ARIA
I leaned against the kitchen counter, wine glass in hand, as I took a sip. Sebastian’s place really needed a woman’s touch. It reminded me of an old, sterile asylum, where nothing had been touched in years, kept pristine as if preserved for history.
His room had been the same when we were younger. Everything had its rightful place. I used to go in there sometimes and move things slightly to see if he noticed, and sure enough, he always did.
“I hope you haven’t eaten,” Sebastian said, one-handedly unpacking the bags of Chinese on the kitchen counter. It looked like he was hiding something behind his back.
“What else have you got?” I asked, trying to peer around.
“These.”
He pulled his hand out to reveal grey roses, and my eyes widened. I placed my hand over my mouth. I had never seen this colour before; were they even real? I took hold of the bouquet, admiring its beauty. They smelt sweet and fresh. They were real.
“Grey?” I questioned, looking up at him.
“They’re rare, just like you.” He kissed my forehead.
I tilted my head, gazing into his eyes, leaning in to kiss him. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you in my T-shirt.”
“Have you got a vase?”
“I’m not sure. You’ll have to ask Jane.”
I placed the roses on the counter, leaning back against it. “How do you not know what you have in your house?”
He bit his lip, then grabbed me by the waist, placing me on the counter. “All I need to know is I’ve got you in this house, and that’s all I want.”
His hands soon found my jaw, his lips grazing mine, becoming needy and raw as he kissed me.
I wanted him just as much. My body ached for him when he wasn’t touching me.
It craved every inch of him, trembling every time he was near.
And when he did touch me, it was earth-shattering, his mark burning into my soul, taking it as his.
Sebastian had dished up the food, and we were now finishing the last bit as I picked up the controller, pressing play to start the movie I was surprising Sebastian with. I knew he’d have something to say about it, but before it started, he stole the last chicken ball off my plate.
“Can you not steal my food for once?” I chuckled, playfully hitting him.
“I’ve come to realise yours always tastes better,” he said, taking a bite. “What are you making me watch, anyway?”
“You’ll see.”
He looked at me suspiciously as I planted a kiss on his lips, then smiled back at him. As the movie started, he shook his head, rolling his eyes. I’d forced him to watch this many times before.
“Out of all the movies you could have picked, you decided to go with something portrayed as a tragedy, but in reality, it's pure madness?”
“ Romeo + Juliet is a classic. It’s devotion in its purest form,” I said, finishing my noodles and then placing my plate on the table.
He arched his brow at me. “At least they’ve got guns in this one.” He placed his plate down.
I rolled my eyes, then leaned into him as he put his arm around me, pulling me closer to snuggle on the sofa.
“If it were me, I’d have taken the whole Capulet family out for you. Then you wouldn’t have to die,” he told me.
“You’d have taken out my whole family?!”
“I’d take out anyone in my way if it meant keeping you safe,” he whispered, kissing my head.
I supposed that was romantic, in its own kind of way.
“Nyx, it’s your favourite bit. When he declares his undying love in the pool after only knowing her a few hours,” he said through the kiss I had just landed on him.
It was my favourite bit, and Sebastian had seen it so many times with me to know that. But I didn’t believe in sex after marriage, so they could wait; I, however, could not.
“You’re not really watching this, are you?” he murmured through the kisses.
My lips curled into a playful smirk as I ran my hands under his T-shirt, lifting it off in one go.
“You drive me crazy; you know that?” he whispered in my ear.
He stood from the sofa effortlessly, holding onto my thighs as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him as he pushed me against the wall.
His kisses were raw, desperate, devouring me like he was starving. He ripped my lace knickers with one rough pull. He thrusted two fingers into me. My lips parted from his, trying to catch my breath as the heat between my legs caught alight.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, so you’ll always be mine. No one else will ever be able to have you but me,” he growled in my ear.
His words set me on fire. I would always be his; there would never be anyone but him.
My hips started rolling. His fingers got faster as he pushed them in and out, massaging my clit with his thumb, those lips of his consuming mine. Moans were trying to break free, my breathing getting heavier. The fire in me was unbearable.
“Sebastian,” I breathed out. “I want to feel you.”
He slowed his fingers and met my eyes with his, pure, primal desire running through those bright blues.
“Nyx, I’ve never …” he whispered.
“I trust you.”
He pushed his fingers deep, my breath catching. Then he slowly withdrew them, bringing them between our lips. I sucked his fingers, his eyes on me.
“How do you taste?” he whispered.
“Like I belong to you.”
“Good girl,” he growled.
I freed his length and started stroking, a raw groan falling from his lips. Then, I ran my finger over the tip, wiping the pre-cum off and licking it off my finger.
“Fuck, Nyx.”
He shifted my body and rammed his cock straight into me. Pain turned into pure pleasure as I gasped. He thrusted in and out, hard and fast, primal.
“Fuck. You feel so fucking good around me like this.”
I tightened my arms around his neck, desperate to keep him close, to feel that heat from his body as it lit a fire beneath my skin. My eyes rolled back as constellations started forming, sending my orgasm into meltdown.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, wanting to feel it again. “Fuck me harder.”
He bit my bottom lip, then started to kiss my neck. Every inch of him bare against me felt intense and raw. I could feel everything start to build up again as he pounded into me, each thrust pushing me harder into the wall.
“Do you like me fucking you raw?” he growled against my neck.
“Yes,” I breathed out heavily. “I don’t ever want to feel anything else.”
My whole body was on fire again. I’d never felt so wanted before.
Every thrust, kiss, and look was filled with pure need and want mixed as one, causing my body to react in ways I never knew it could.
That spark ignited as my orgasm came in hot and fast. “Fuck, Sebastian,” I panted, letting everything go, my body shaking.
It sent a spark straight into him as he growled, his body jerking against mine as he released everything into me.
“Shit, Nyx. Look what you fucking do to me.”
His lips took mine again as he gently lowered me to the floor, my knees shaking, but he soon grabbed my hips to steady me.
He got on his knees and started cleaning up that beautiful mess we made together with his tongue.
My breathing was shallow, my heart pounding as my nerves started sparking again.
He rose, placing his hands on my cheeks, and looked into my eyes. “We taste fucking beautiful together. I never want to taste anything else,” he whispered.
Then he claimed my mouth as his, his tongue sharing that taste with me. It felt like he worshipped every part of me, that he knew what I wanted and needed.
“Where are you taking me tomorrow?” I asked, between kisses.
“I’m not telling you.”
“You know I hate surprises.”
Sebastian had wanted to surprise me for my seventeenth birthday.
It was my first in London, so he wanted it to be special.
He’d booked a table at the Shard. That was when he found out I was scared of heights.
I’d managed to get to the top because I didn’t want him to feel bad, but the minute he’d been trying to get me to look out the window, I’d completely freaked out.
I’d never seen him get me out of somewhere so fast.
“You’ll love this one.”
I bit my lip, unsure, but I trusted that after that disaster, he wouldn’t take me anywhere unless it was somewhere he knew I’d like.
He let out a deep breath, kissing me one last time before pulling away. “Do you know how lucky I am to have you?”
I smiled at him. I didn’t quite understand how he was the lucky one.
I wasn’t anything special. If anything, I should be lucky to have him in my life.
He made me feel complete, like I wasn’t damaged anymore.
He showed me how a man should treat a woman.
To make me feel like I was the only one he saw.
Every time he looked at me, it took my breath away.