on me. It glides over me in phases, those blue eyes taking in the way my chest contracts with an exhale. He grabs my dog tags in a loose fist, eyes meeting mine when he tugs me down for a long, languorous kiss. It’s better like this, pinning him down, forcing him to let someone else do the fighting for once.
His body is a wide expanse of well-toned perfection, and I take a moment to appreciate it. His abs quiver when I give a shallow rock, disjointed breaths jerking his chest as he rubs two rough hands up my flesh. All the reluctance from before is gone now, replaced by this clutching, handsy mess of need I somehow find myself in commanding.
I roll my hips, and then rock back into him, wondering breathlessly, “Is this…?”
“Christ, yes.” His eyebrows pinch together in pleasure. “I’ve been dying to get inside you since that night we—” His words bite off with a grunt, head thrown back when I try a slightly more ambitious roll of my hips.
It’s easy once I do, finding what feels good here. A slow, punching rhythm that makes the friction against my clit send shivers rippling down my spine. Sebastian touches me everywhere, hands gliding across my sides, around my back. Every now and then, he’ll grab a handful of something soft—my breast, my ass, a fistful of hair—and buck his hips up into me.
It gets hard being quiet when he does that, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into me. He swallows my cry with a kiss when I can’t anymore, curling a hand around my shoulder to take control, driving me down into his hard thrusts.
My orgasm approaches like a runaway train, making my toes curl with every crash of our hips. It’s powerful enough to take my breath away, chest seizing on a gasp as I tighten around him, face buried in his neck. He spits a low, guttural curse, arms trapping me against his chest as he drives his dick into me, over and over.
It almost hurts when he comes.
He squeezes me, the raw power of his arms seeming barely contained as he jerks up into me. It’s over too soon, and from the way he finally loosens his grip on me, only to slide a slow palm down to my ass, tells me he feels the same.
We don’t part for a long moment, the two of us wound together, body to body, breath to breath. And when we do separate, it’s only long enough to clean up and get back under the covers. The thought of being away from him, away from the feel of him is too much—something I truly never thought I'd say or feel. I tuck against him, back against his chest, his arm holding me close. Just before I close my eyes, I hear him mumble, “I love you, Sugar Voss.”
I turn to tell him the same, but exhaustion has won over and I let it take me, too.
33
Sebastian
As soon as I wake up, I wish I didn’t.
The sunlight is stabbing right into my eyes and even the simple act of squinting them hurts like a bitch. My head feels fuzzy and a little slow, and it’s fucking cold.
Groaning, I roll into the warmth beside me, seeking its heat, finding my arms full of a small, naked, soft body. My groan turns into an appreciative hum, because even though I’m one big throbbing mess of aches, Sugar’s naked body sort of makes me forget them.
I take the chance to crack an eye, vision filling with the delicate curve of her bare shoulder. Unthinkingly, I press my lips to the skin there. I’m slotted up nicely behind her and my dick is into it, pressing insistently against her ass. A careful raise of my head reveals the sight her plump tits, all pressed together as she lays on her side.
Goddamn.
My head falls heavily back to my pillow.
I must have racked up some serious fucking karma in a past life. That’s the only way to explain how Sugar could be in my bed right now. Last night, when I went to her room, I was barely even expecting her to speak to me. It wouldn’t have been any less than what I deserved. I meant it when I said that I just needed her to know the truth.
I think, as she was leading me back to my room, I was remembering how hard I’d worked to get her to