“I’m not brave, and conviction has nothing to do with it. We almost lost each other.” I curl my fingers around the hard length of him. “I want to be with you. Please don’t deny me this.”
In one swift motion, he scoops me up and lowers me onto the dark spread of his jacket.
3
Everywhere he touches, I burn. His feverish skin brushing my nipples. The frame of his arms caging me. The press of one knee against my pussy. The way his hand tangles in my hair as his lips trail down my shoulder.
This is really happening.
I mourned him, but now he’s solid against me, on the cusp of claiming my virginity after months of aching for it.
After months of waiting and yearning, all stacked atop a mountain of desolation and pain.
Every beat of my heart screams that this stolen moment is ours alone.
Sebastian shifts, easing his knee away, then runs a warm palm down my belly. His gaze stays on mine, those blue irises deepening to a storm-tossed sea.
That stare pulls me under just as his callused thumb scrapes over my clit. Pushing a finger deep inside me, he hisses in a breath.
“You’re soaked, princess.”
I let out a sigh, yielding to the claim of his hand. He adds another finger, and the fullness spreads through me as I bare my throat.
His attention catches on the bruise at my collarbone. “Did Oliver do this?”
“Yes,” I groan, shame roiling through me even as my hips tilt.
“Does it hurt?” His lips follow the question, brushing a kiss over the mark.
The tenderness of it cuts straight through my guilt. “No, it doesn’t hurt. Nothing hurt as much as losing you.”
“I’m here,” he whispers, ghosting his lips across the mark again as he adds a third finger.
No one’s ever made me feel so wanted and worthy, as if almost losing everything makes risking it even more sacred.
“What about this?” he asks, those wicked digits sliding in and out of me. “Does this hurt?”
“A little.” The sting is there, but I’ve stood on the edge of a cliff, unable to face losing him forever, and this…
This is the kind of pain that breathes life into me.
“I need you,” I whisper, angling my hips, chasing the ache.
He flips us in a seamless motion and settles me astride his lap. Holding me by the nape, he draws our foreheads together as his thick erection pulses between us.
“Move against me. Find what feels good. Take it from me.”
Instinctively, I drag my pussy up and down his length, teasing his tip on each pass.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That feels incredible.”
He pulls me into kiss after desperate kiss, our hot breaths mingling, growing shallow the faster we grind against each other.
“You feelsogood,” I moan.
“So do you, and I’m not even inside you yet.” He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, watching as I climb higher.
“I’m so close,” I whine, riding him with abandon, the friction yanking me right to the edge. “I need you inside me.”