The noise that left her echoed throughout his very being, teasing the monster his hunger had become.
Marin’s hands curled into fists, digging into the dark, plush material of the couch while she arched her head back.
Bending over her, he raked his teeth down the elegant line, stopping at the mad flutter of her pulse.
Another deep, hard stroke.
Another.
Another.
She grabbed his arms, her nails digging in. “Please . . .” she begged.
Sliding his hand between them, he sought out the hard bud of her clit and stroked, working her until he found the right rhythm, and then he took her straight into a hard, rough orgasm, chasing his own as well.
When it ended, he sank down on top of her and whispered her name.
Marin’s arms came around him. “Sebastien . . .”
“Hmmm.”
She’d said please . . . had begged for him.
He was almost positive all of this was real.
Dimly, Sebastien thought about kissing her, begging her for . . . something, too. To stay. Something.
“Marin?”
“Yeah?” She combed her fingers through his hair again and he smiled. That felt . . .
She nudged his shoulder. “What is it, Seb?”
Sleep rushed up, grabbing him.
Chapter Seven
Late afternoon gave way to twilight and still Sebastien slept.
Marin had slid away from him earlier—once to go to the bathroom and clean up. They hadn’t used anything and she’d done a mental check, figured they were okay. Her period was due soon and she was regular as the day was long.
There were other concerns, but while Sebastien was an awful flirt, he wasn’t irresponsible.
Neither was she.
Well, not normally.
She’d grabbed her bra and tank top on the way back, then laid down next to him.
She’d gotten up a second time to silence her phone after JD texted her.
He’d have to wait.
She had other things going on now.
Curled up around Sebastien, she pressed her face to his back and tried yet again to figure out how she felt.
She’d slept with Sebastien.
Okay, slept didn’t describe it. She’d had raw, earth-shattering sex with him. The best sex of her life and she wasn’t certain how she should feel about it because Sebastien hadn’t exactly been sober.
That was something of a problem.
He talked to her like he was borderline obsessed and she got it, because while she’d claimed she was coming over here purely out of friendship, she’d drifted past friendship a while ago. She’d had an unhealthy obsession with him before and this . . . whatever it was . . . had just grown.
They needed to figure out just what it was they had going on.
Once he wakes up. Once he’s sober. She had to make sure he planned on staying sober. She wasn’t going to get involved with somebody who had a drinking problem, but she thought maybe he was ready to quit.
A low, rough noise came from him and she kissed his back, smiling to herself.
Yeah, they were going to—
“No.”
The word, loud and clear, caught her off guard.
Sitting up, she looked down at him. “Seb . . .” His name trailed off as she saw that his eyes were still closed. Mouth tight, he gave a single shake of his head and said it again, “No.”
Reaching up, she stroked his brow. “It’s okay,” she murmured, uncertain what it was he denied. At her voice, his brow smoothed and the tight fist that lay clenched by his head relaxed.
He turned toward her.
She stiffened in surprise when he grabbed her, pulling her against him like a teddy bear, but then she smiled, stroking his cheek. Nightmares, maybe. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a reason. Although she could have thumped him for going out and digging into those videos—finding more fodder for the things he saw in his head already.
“It’s okay, Sebastien,” she said again softly. Tucking her head against him, she started to close her eyes.
She was almost asleep when she had the odd sensation that somebody was staring at her.
She opened her eyes.
Sebastien was staring at her in the twilight, his eyes glassy. “I thought he hurt you.”
“That must have been some nightmare,” she said softly. Resting a hand on his cheek, she pressed her lips to his. “Nobody hurt me. I’m right here, Sebastien.”
“Not close enough.” He pulled her closer, and then rolled on top of her.
She gasped when he probed between her thighs, slipping inside with little warning, but then he kissed her and she groaned, pushing her hands into his hair and clinging tight.
He thrust into her hard and fast, moving higher on her so that each movement had him riding against her pelvis. She whimpered and drove her heels into the cushions of the couch, lifting up to each thrust.
Sebastien tore away and shoved up onto his hands, his eyes staring off ahead.
“Sebastien . . .” She reached up and touched his cheek.
He kissed her roughly and slid his hand between them, circling her clit and pushing her into orgasm, almost before she was ready. His cock pulsed, and then she felt the hot splash of semen.
He pulled out and dropped his head down on her breasts, feeling oddly heavy.