A precipice.
His mouth came to my ear. “Do you see me?”
Yes. Maybe not all of him. But every piece that was important.
And I fell.
Plunged into his abyss.
Heart first.
Through waves of ecstasy. Deeper. Deeper. To where I touched a sea of stars that blinded my eyes, where I floated in that place that belonged only to us, a place that didn’t belong to this world. Where darkness and light reigned and wrong or right had no bearing.
A brutal ecstasy.
I never wanted it to end.
Dropping his forehead to mine, he picked up his pace, hips snapping as his movements became frenzied and uncontrolled.
That intensity billowed between us, wrapping us up, making us one. And I knew he was caught in it too. He pressed his chest to mine, and I could feel the crash of his erratic heart.
He burrowed his face in my neck. “Never,” he whispered in what sounded like confusion. On a strangled grunt, he clutched me by the shoulders as he took me whole, the most connected we’d been yet, his body going rigid as he jerked and shook.
Gulping for air, he collapsed on me.
We lay there for the longest time. I didn’t think either of us wanted to move. The urge to weep pricked behind my eyes when he finally peeled himself from me and rolled off the edge of the bed.
I tugged the sheet straight up my middle, my legs exposed on both sides, covering up all the important parts. Like he hadn’t just ravaged the entirety of them.
My gaze trailed him as he walked to the adjoining bathroom. He didn’t bother to shut the door. He stood facing away, all the sublime, imposing curves of his back and bare ass striking up in a golden glow beneath the lights blazing in the bathroom as he dealt with the condom.
My breath went shallow again when he turned to reveal his profile, when he shifted toward the sink, washed his hands, and splashed some water on his face.
He ambled back out, not a lick of self-consciousness slowing him, the man parading all that God had given him. With both hands, he raked back the hair from his forehead, his face going coy with a grin at catching me in all my sly, covert gawking.
Right.
Redness flushed up my neck, and I chewed at my lip, dragging the sheet up tighter the closer he came, head tipping farther and farther back into my pillow as he came to stand right over me.
“Hey,” Sebastian whispered, sitting down at the edge of the bed.
“Hey.”
He splayed his hand across my belly. Through the thinness of the soft, satiny sheet, the heat of him burned me to the core. “You okay?” he asked.
Not even close.
“Yes.”
A doubtful, affectionate breath escaped his nose, and he played with a lock of my hair. “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”
His hand left my stomach, floated toward my face, knuckles tracing down the angle of my jaw.
Contentment left me on a sigh, and my eyes fell closed as I lifted to his touch.
Those knuckles trailed over my chin and down my neck, drifting down the center of my body over the sheet. “This sweet little body of yours tells it all.”
I opened my eyes to him where he watched me with concern.
“I’m trying to be okay,” I admitted honestly, hopefully. “Not sure I’m ever going to be the same after that.”
Okay, definitely sure. Maybe he didn’t need to know how vulnerable I was feeling, wondering if it was even possible that it had felt as good to him as it had for me.
An indulgent chuckle spilled from between the full lips of that pretty, pretty mouth. “Amazing, yeah? Haven’t felt anything like that in…well…forever. Love your *, baby.”
Um wow.
Okay.
I was pretty sure I could return the sentiment, of which Sebastian still had proudly on display, but there was no chance I could force something like that from my mouth.