His kisses never ceased as he carried me across the room, careful when he laid me on the center of his bed.
My hands fisted in the blankets and I arched.
Slowly, Sebastian began to undress.
He toed off his shoes and pulled off his shirt. Muscle and strength bristled across all that glorious skin while he looked me up and down.
The words falling from his mouth dripped with sex. “Every fantasy I’ve ever had is right there. My wife naked and writhing on my bed. Wet for me. Dyin’ for me.”
I absolutely burned.
He unfastened his jeans, took his underwear with him when he shrugged them off. Need twisted through my belly at the sight of him.
Sebastian crawled on the bed and situated himself between my thighs. He gathered my hands and pressed them into the bed over my head.
He stared down at me.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
I’d been so scared of where I would land.
Little did I know I’d be falling forever into the safety of his arms.
Held and adored and never touching ground.
Swimming in a sea of darkness and light.
The bliss of eternity.
He gathered my wrists in one hand. With the other, fingertips trailed across my face, gliding down my neck and brushing my breasts that tightened and tingled with need.
That hand fluttered lower, pressing between my thighs, fingers sliding through my slick sex.
I trembled, and a tiny moan rumbled up my throat, the intensity of those knowing eyes searing me.
He gripped himself, aligning himself at my center, the nudge of the thick head of his cock filling me with fire.
Every nerve came alive.
Sebastian never looked away as he slowly pushed into me. So full he stole my breath.
My lips parted on the force of it.
Sebastian stilled, body rigid as he held himself in restraint.
Silently screaming the promise.
Forever.
Forever.
Forever.
And I felt it.
Sheer and utter completion.
“Shea,” he said again, before he began to move.
Unbridled and impassioned.
Sweat slicked our skin. Pants and grunts fed the crackling air.
And I knew. And I knew. And I knew.
Sebastian had scarred me in the most beautiful ways.
Pinpricks of pleasure lit up my body and Sebastian tipped me into ecstasy.
I chanted his name while he chanted mine as we both fell into that blinding bliss.
Struggling for air, he dropped his forehead to mine.
My arms encircled his neck, hugging him tight. “We made it,” I whispered.
Sebastian pulled back with the hint of a smile, shifting his weight off to the side.
His big hand spread across my belly. “We made it.”
I PUSHED MYSELF UP the steep hill, wiping the sweat from my brow as I rounded into the drive of the house. All too eager to get back to my girls after my run.
Overhead, birds chirped in the still of the trees, branches outstretched and even though it was nearing winter, still shading everything in their spindly path, little darts of sunlight breaking through.
I inhaled the calm.
For once in my life, I finally felt at total peace.
Three days had passed since I’d been cut loose and we’d finally sent Martin straight to hell.
Exactly where he was always supposed to be.
Taking the walkway on long strides, I burst through the front door to the silence ringing back.
Afternoon light bled in through the windows, the large living space lit up like a torch, casting the corners and niches and halls in shadows.
I rounded the corner to hit the stairs.
I stumbled to a stop when I saw the lone figure sitting on the bottom step of the staircase.
Hoodie pulled up over his head, arms hugging his knees where they were tucked to his chest, feet planted on the floor as he slowly rocked.
Austin.
A huge duffle bag sat on the floor in front of him.
When he noticed me there, he jerked his head up.
His sorrow hit me head on.
Crazy that even in all that peace, with the purpose I now had in my life, the thought of my baby brother still provoked a feeling of devastation.