My orgasm strikes without warning. I come, muttering incoherently, my body sagging against the door. My limbs feel rubbery, so blissfully spent, I can’t stand on my own. I’m ready to fold onto the floor, but Sebastian holds a heavy palm against my hip, pinning me in place.
“Give me another,” he says. He kisses my thigh, biting it softly.
“It’s too much,” I say immediately, even as my body screamsplease, more.
“You can do it,” he says. He pumps his finger lazily, curling with every stroke to hit my inner wall. His pupils are so dilated they look more black than green. “Come on Grace, I’ve been so good. Don’t I deserve another?”
The few times I allowed myself, I imagined Sebastian would be rough and unrelenting in the bedroom. I was right. But I didn’t expect this. For him to look submissive beneath me. Begging for another taste.
I toss my head back in silent answer, guiding his head back between my legs. This time, I can feel his smile against my skin. He trails his tongue up the inside of my thigh until it meets his finger, still moving rhythmically inside me.
“I want to hear my name,” he says. He fucks me faster, pulling back to watch my face. “When you come this time, let me hear exactly who’s making you feel this good.”
I should tell him to go fuck himself.
I don’t.
I let the orgasm build until it rips through me, until I’m too sated to care who hears me. I cry Sebastian’s name, and for just a moment, I pretend he’s not my enemy after all.
20
SO PRETTY WHEN YOU BEG
SEBASTIAN
Grace is on my bed. Naked. Sprawled out. Perky breasts on display. Blonde hair in a messy halo around her head. I’m never going to get her scent out of my sheets, no matter how many times they’re washed.
Good.
If this is the only time I have her, let it be ingrained in this room, in my brain, so I remember every detail for as long as I live. I study her as she props onto her elbows. She smiles, soft and shy, watching me with pretty blue eyes. She brings her legs together, crossing them slightly, hiding her cunt from me.
A growl curls from my throat, raw and animalistic. I lean over her, spreading her legs, wider than they were before. Grace gasps, and I pause. She’s surprised though, not hurt. I gently trail my fingers up her inner thigh, smiling as she squirms beneath me. I haven’t been with a human since turning, and I’ve never been with a witch. Much as I’d like to lose control with her, I have to be careful. Patient. If she feels anything other than the purest pleasure, I’ll never forgive myself.
“Don’t hide from me,” I whisper. With her legs spread, I pull her to the end of the bed and kneel before her. I’m still wearing my pants and my cock strains against the zipper. I’ve gone dizzy with lust, surrounded by the scent of her blood and her overwhelming arousal. Her taste lingers on my tongue, branded into my tastebuds. And still, I want more.
I press her knees down and spread her wide. She’s glistening, soaked, desperate for more, even as she writhes. My lips are almost to her center, to the place they want to stay, when she grips my hair, stopping me.
“No,” she says.
“No?” I repeat, looking up at her.
“No more torturing me,” she whines. She tugs my hair, pulling my head away from her thighs. “Fuck me, Sebastian.”
A possessive growl shudders from my chest. I breathe steadily, fighting for control, feeling it fade with each strained breath. With one hand on her thigh and the other on her wrist, I swipe my tongue through her folds, savoring her. I pull back, grinning at her startled expression. Before she has to ask again, I kick off my pants and climb into bed, settling above her.
Her blue eyes are indescribably bright. I don’t know how to define them. They’re not like the ocean or flame or ice. They’re purelyGrace, and they’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I lower to my elbows, until her warm skin grazes mine. Her breaths are ragged, eager, pushing her nipples against my chest. A sharp flicker jolts beneath my ribs, as though my heart is trying to beat, despite not needing to.
“So beautiful,” I murmur. I hold my weight off her, memorizing every inch of her skin. In my many fantasiesof this moment, I assumed I would be tempted by the steady pulse in her throat. I’d gotten dangerously close when she was bleeding, but this is different. Right now, I don’t want her blood. I want her arousal, her desire, simplyher.
“Please,” she says in a breathy moan. She lifts her hips, gasping when her pelvis meets my cock.
I lower, grinding my erection against her. Her arousal—and my spit—has made her skin slick. I could come just from this, from her nails digging into my back, her eager hips seeking mine.
I don’t breathe as I rock against her, waiting until the initial urge to come subsides. If this is the only time I have her, I’m going to make it fucking count. I notch at her entrance, and her legs instantly wrap around my waist. When I look up, her blue eyes are on me, soft lips parted, breath unsteady.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” I command. “I’m going to be careful, but?—”
