Because all at once he was everywhere, kissing me on the mouth, the neck, delving down to my chest, soft sucks across the buds of my breasts, harsh lashes at my tongue. Fingers plunged deep inside me, and I panted a strangled, “Yes,” because I hadn’t been touched in so, so long, and never in a way that made me feel intoxicated like this.
Fingers coated with my wet went sliding back to swirl around the sensitive skin of my ass, and a shocked gasp shot from my mouth. I jumped, before he slipped his fingers back through my sex, dragging up to circle my clit.
Pleasure wound up fast, my head pressed back into the bed and my mouth gaped open, unable to process that he would touch me this way. Everywhere all at once. In places no one else ever had.
How could he know exactly what I needed?
Terror nicked at my belly when I realized I was ready to submit every last one of those places to him.
Baz licked a path up under my jaw, before he edged up onto his knees. All his attention was focused on his fingers that were still sliding deep in my *, while he grabbed the pack of condoms with the other hand. He ripped one free with his teeth.
My entire body was alive with energy. With this energy, with whatever it was that connected me to this man, whatever it was that made me feel tied to him in an essential way, like nothing in heaven or hell could have stopped this moment from coming to pass.
Staring up at him, he stared down at me. Those eyes brimmed dark and bold. Because maybe we’d been purposed this way, that for tonight I got to touch on heaven before he left me in hell.
He pulled his fingers free, and I couldn’t help the cry of frustration that jetted from my mouth at the loss.
A smirk that was pure sex kicked up at the corner of his mouth, his jaw tight with his own anticipation. My legs were shaking, the knot in my throat growing thicker by the second as he grabbed his cock at the base and rolled the condom down his shaft that was every bit as impressive as the rest of him.
Tremors rolled through my limbs. I searched for a breath as he climbed back over me, hands planted on either side of my head. Hovering. Nose to nose. And I could hear the chaotic jaunt of his heart, the pound, pound, pound as he drew closer.
I braced myself on his shoulders, fingers digging in, trying to find purchase on this man I wasn’t sure I knew how to reach.
He nudged the thick head of his penis into my opening, just an inch, his breaths going ragged with restraint as his eyes sought mine. “You ready?”
Another threat.
“Yes.” The word cracked and I held on.
He filled me with one solid thrust.
I cried out and my legs shook against the outside of his strong thighs. I squirmed and panted, my body struggling to adjust to his size, as he pulled all the way out then plunged back in to the hilt.
A shattered breath.
His name.
Sebastian
Sebastian.
Sebastian.
“Shea,” he murmured back. “Feel so good. God, you feel so good.”
He picked up a grueling rhythm, like he needed to catch up to the pounding of my hammering heart. His hips slammed into mine.
Again and again.
He wasn’t gentle.
Not that I’d expected him to be.
He fucked me. Fucked me and fucked me until we were both drenched with sweat and I was climbing swiftly toward that ledge, sparks of pleasure lighting up, shimmering at the edges of my sight.
The corded muscles on his back twisted in rigid bows as he worked over me, skin bunching beneath my hands as I fought to touch him everywhere. The harsh line of his jaw. Collarbone. The perfect curve of his ass. Skimming back up his sides.
Memorizing.
He dropped to his elbows, holding my head in his hands, fingers twisted up in my hair. Something like anguish passed through his expression, and he forced me to look at him, like he wanted to communicate the words he didn’t have the power to say.
Like I could ever look away.
Because I knew.
I knew. I knew. I knew.
He felt it too.
I felt him slipping in, burrowing beneath my skin, sinking into my spirit.
And I couldn’t block it or shield it. He was already there.
Energy spiked, tingling in those pleasured places. My clit burned with the threat of bliss and my walls tightened around the full intrusion of him.
“Sebastian,” I rasped, pushed right up to the edge.