Chapter 55

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⚠️WARNING! R18!⚠️

I STEADIED my breath, forcing myself to remain calm as I stared into his eyes. They gleamed like molten obsidian in the dimly lit room, a dangerous allure that made the air feel heavier.

“Your hair has grown quite a bit,” I murmured, letting my fingers trail through the silken strands. The subtle tremor in my voice betrayed the composed front I was struggling to maintain. His jaw clenched, and his grip on the table tightened with such force that the wood groaned in protest.

His eyes never wavered from mine as he leaned in, closing the already minimal space between us. “Why did you hide without telling me?” His voice was low, a rough edge to it that sent a shiver down my spine. The intensity in his gaze darkened, an unspoken storm brewing behind those captivating eyes.

I cupped his face, the heat of his skin igniting a spark in my palm. My lips curled into a slow, deliberate grin. “You already know why,” I whispered, squeezing his cheeks just enough to be playful, my grin widening further as I saw his resolve waver for a moment.

Before I could say more, his hands snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His strength was undeniable, his hold both possessive and intoxicating. My breath hitched as the heat between us surged. “You need to be punished for leaving me, my lady,” he said with a wicked smirk, his eyes tracing every inch of my face as if memorizing it anew.

My hands instinctively found his shoulders, fingers curling slightly as I leaned into him. “And what might that punishment be?” I challenged, my voice a hushed, teasing drawl.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his lips claimed mine, a fierce, unrelenting kiss that left no room for doubt. It was a collision of passion and pent-up frustration, a heated reminder of everything we had been denying ourselves.

I kissed him back, my hands sliding beneath his nape, fingers threading through his hair. It felt as though my body moved on its own, responding to every unspoken command from Sebastian, as if he had always owned me. His usual smirk vanished as he shrugged off his vest, his fingers deftly loosening his tie. I opened my mouth to speak, but he silenced me with a fierce, hungry kiss, his lips crushing mine before I could utter a word.

His hands roamed down, lifting my skirt with a sense of urgency. His touch ignited a fire beneath my skin, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips. His dark eyes flashed, and his lips curved into a wicked grin. “Do that again, my lady,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly command that sent shivers racing down my spine.

Without warning, he lifted me effortlessly, his strong hands gripping my thighs. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his hips, clinging to him for balance. He pressed me closer, his lips claiming mine again in a kiss that was all-consuming, as if he couldn’t get enough. Each step he took was deliberate, his movements controlled but filled with tension, his body thrumming with barely restrained desire.

My thoughts were a chaotic mess, every coherent thought drowned in the heat of the moment. What are we even doing? Yet, the question only spurred me on, my lips matching his intensity, my hands exploring the expanse of his shoulders and chest.

He reached the bed, lowering me onto the soft surface with a gentleness that contrasted with the heat between us. Standing over me, he yanked off his tie and began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath hitched as the fabric slid away, revealing his toned chest and the faint sheen of sweat that trailed down his stomach, highlighting every muscle.

“My lady,” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper, roughened by restraint. He placed both hands on either side of me, his face inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. “Tell me now. Do you want me to stop?” His gaze burned with intensity, his eyes locked on mine, but his body trembled slightly, betraying the struggle within him. “Because if we keep going, I won’t be able to hold back.”

My heart pounded against my ribs, the weight of his words sending a thrilling jolt through me. My hands trembled as I cupped his face, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt. There was none—only desire and a patience that bordered on agony.

“I...” My voice faltered, and I turned my head away, unable to meet his gaze. But he wasn’t having it. His hand found my chin, tilting my face back to him with a gentle yet firm grip. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Look at me.”

My resolve crumbled under the intensity of his stare. With a racing heart, I closed the distance between us, capturing his lips in a kiss that spoke louder than words. His lips curved into a victorious smile as he deepened the kiss, his hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire that consumed every part of me. His tongue traced my bottom lip before slipping inside, deepening the kiss, his dominance leaving no room for hesitation. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as our breaths mingled in the heat of the moment.

His mouth left mine, trailing down my jawline, his teeth grazing my skin before his lips latched onto my neck. A soft moan escaped me as his tongue flicked over the sensitive spot, his hot breath fanning against my flushed skin. “You taste like sin,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, sending a jolt straight to my core.

I barely had time to respond before he slid lower, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of exposed skin. When he reached my chest, his hands skillfully freed me from the last barrier of fabric. He took a moment, his dark eyes filled with hunger as they devoured the sight before him. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his lips curving into a sinful grin before his mouth closed around one peak, his tongue circling and flicking, drawing gasps and whimpers from me.

“Sebastian...” I breathed, my voice trembling with both need and anticipation. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he lavished attention on me. His other hand traveled down, lifting my skirt higher until it was bunched around my waist. His fingers teased the sensitive skin of my thighs, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me.

He pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine as he slowly descended further, kissing a trail down my stomach. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, spreading them apart as he settled between them. The sight of him there, his head so close to my most vulnerable place, made my breath hitch. “Let me worship you properly,” he said, his voice like a dark promise.

Before I could respond, his tongue flicked out, tasting me through the thin fabric of my undergarments. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily at the sensation. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “So eager, my lady,” he murmured, hooking his fingers into the fabric and pulling it down, leaving me bare before him.

When his tongue finally met my heated core, I cried out, the sensation overwhelming. He worked me expertly, his tongue teasing and tasting, his lips sucking gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves that had me writhing beneath him. “Sebastian, please,” I whimpered, my body trembling as he pushed me closer to the edge.

He pulled back just as I was about to fall apart, his lips glistening as he climbed back up to meet my gaze. “Not yet,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I want to see you come undone around me.”

That’s when I noticed it—his arousal, hard and straining against his trousers. When he finally stood and discarded the last of his clothing, my eyes widened. His manhood was... massive, standing proud and intimidating. My heart skipped a beat as the thought crossed my mind. That’s supposed to fit inside me?

Sebastian noticed my expression and chuckled darkly, his hand wrapping around himself as he stroked lazily, his eyes never leaving mine. “Don’t worry, my lady,” he said, his voice dripping with sinful promise. “I’ll make sure you’re ready.”

He knelt between my legs again, his fingers sliding into me with ease after his earlier attention. He worked me slowly at first, curling and thrusting, his thumb circling that sensitive spot until I was gasping and moaning his name. “That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear as he added another finger. “Feel how perfectly you’ll take me.”

I could barely think, my body responding to his every touch, every word. When he finally pulled his fingers away and positioned himself at my entrance, he paused, his forehead resting against mine. “This might sting,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “But I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

I nodded, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. “I trust you.”

He pushed in slowly, the stretch making me wince slightly. He paused, kissing away the tension on my brow. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his voice thick with restraint. “Just a little more.”

As he eased deeper, I felt every inch of him filling me, the initial discomfort melting away into something indescribable. When he was fully seated inside me, he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “You’re so tight,” he rasped, his voice raw. “You’re perfect.”

I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped me, the fullness both overwhelming and exhilarating. “Sebastian,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “You’re... so big.”

His grin was wicked as he pulled back slightly, then thrust in again, setting a slow but deep rhythm that had me clinging to him, every movement sending waves of pleasure through me. “You feel like heaven,” he growled, his lips capturing mine once more as he began to move faster, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

Our bodies moved together in perfect sync, the heat between us building to an almost unbearable peak. “Say my name,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding as he pushed me further toward release.

“Sebastian,” I cried out, my nails digging into his back as I finally came undone, the pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave. He followed moments later, his movements growing erratic as he found his own release, his moan low and guttural as he buried himself deep inside me.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, our bodies trembling and entwined, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high. He pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, his hands gently caressing my sides. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice softer but no less possessive. “And I’ll never let you go.”

Sebastian’s body tensed as his release hit, his deep, guttural moan vibrating against my neck. The feeling of his warmth spilling inside me sent another ripple of pleasure through my already trembling body. My legs quivered around his hips, and I clung to him, feeling utterly consumed by him. Every pulse, every lingering sensation, bound us together in an intimate rhythm that left us breathless.

For a moment, he remained still, his chest heaving against mine as he buried his face in the curve of my neck. His lips trailed tender kisses along my damp skin, his breath hot and uneven. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice husky, thick with emotion and a lingering hunger that hadn’t entirely faded.

Slowly, he withdrew, leaving me with a strange mix of emptiness and satisfaction. Without a word, he gathered me in his arms, cradling me with a surprising gentleness as he lowered us onto the bed. The cool sheets contrasted against our heated skin, sending a slight shiver through me. Sebastian noticed instantly, pulling me closer and wrapping his strong arms securely around me. I could feel his gaze burning into me, silently reveling in the aftermath of our shared passion.

“Enjoying yourself?” I drawled, refusing to meet his eyes as I toyed with the edge of the sheet.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through the space between us. “Immensely,” he replied. “Especially considering how you were clinging to me like your life depended on it.”

I snorted, finally glancing up to shoot him a withering look. “Please. If anyone was desperate, it was you. Don’t think I didn’t notice how your hands wouldn’t stop shaking when you unbuttoned that shirt.”

He leaned closer, his smirk widening. “And yet you couldn’t take your eyes off me, could you? Admit it, my lady, you were entranced.”

My face heated, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered. “Entranced? More like wondering how someone could look so annoyingly pleased with himself after all that.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened with mischief as he propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand brushing over my hip. “Annoyingly pleased? That’s rich coming from someone who gasped like she’d seen a ghost when she got a good look at me.”

I scoffed, though the memory of seeing him—all of him—flashed vividly in my mind. “Let’s not forget,” I said, arching a brow, “I was more concerned about how that thing was supposed to fit inside me.”

Sebastian laughed, low and wicked, his hand sliding up my side. “Yet it did,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “Perfectly.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, determined not to let him get the upper hand. “Only because I’m resilient,” I shot back, my tone haughty. “You should be grateful I didn’t break you in half.”

He grinned, leaning down until his lips hovered over mine. “Grateful?” he echoed, his breath warm against my skin. “I’d call myself lucky. And you, my devious little villainess… are utterly addictive.”

Before I could retort, he captured my lips in a slow, searing kiss that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. His hands roamed, reacquainting themselves with every curve, every dip of my body, as if he couldn’t bear to let even a single inch go unnoticed.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathless, he rested his forehead against mine, his voice softening. “Don’t disappear on me again,” he murmured, his tone still laced with that familiar edge of authority but tinged with something deeper. “I’m not sure I could handle losing you a second time.”

For a moment, I let myself relax into his hold, my fingers absently tracing patterns on his chest. “You’ll just have to keep up,” I said, my voice quieter now, though no less firm. “Because I don’t plan on stopping.”

His eyes softened, but his smirk remained. “Good,” he said, pulling me closer. “Because neither do I.”

fin.

A/N: Good day, everyone! I’m not that good at writing something like this, so bear with me for now! But I tried my best while making it, so... um, enjoy? 😼