“Look at me, Bells.” He closes his eyes for a moment. “Yes, like that. I want your throat raw, so you’ll remember to whom you belong.”
***
Sebastian
I have many devious proclivities. Tying her up is just the beginning of what I’ll teach her.?
-Sebastian?
Arabella’s bright blue eyes shine with tears of a different kind as I vigorously fuck her mouth. She was made for sin, made for me. The thought of Ethan even in the same room with her drives me crazy, let alone the reminder that she felt their initial spark. It made me almost turn savage with rage. With one more tug, I come with a shout, branding the back of her throat as mine.“Get on your knees and place your cheek on the bed.” Slapping her ass, she whines prettily. “Open wider, let me see how wet you are for me.” She does as she’s told. “Good fucking girl.”She’s so wet that the evidence of her arousal trails down her thighs, making my mouth water. I slide under her and lay on my back, bringing her pussy close to my lips. “I want you to ride my face, beautiful.”I slap her other ass cheek when she doesn’t comply fast enough. “I’m hungry, Arabella! Feed me!”
She’s rewarded for following instructions when my tongue connects with her clit, as her answering moan makes me smile victoriously. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating, almost enough to send me back over the edge. The sounds of our labored breathing and soft moans bounce off of my created shadowed haven, which will be with me always. The perfect moment, with the perfect mate. I hook two fingers inside her, while I suck on her clit. Grabbing the headboard, she moves her hips with chaotic precision. “Please, Bash.”
Grabbing her wide hips in my hand, I set a rapid pace. Both of us are lost in a lustful haze. She comes on my tongue, but I hold her hips in place before she can move. My tongue lingers on her clit after I devour all of her sweet cream.?Arabella will besensitive, though I can make her ready and panting again in no time. She’s a very receptive lover.
There are many things we can teach each other. Flipping her over on her back, some of my shadows tie her arms to the headboard and her legs to the bedpost. I kiss my way down her body, paying special attention to each breast and nipple. “Bash,” she moans with pleasure.
“What beautiful?” Placing my nose near her pussy, I inhale.Fuck.The scent of her arousal just may be the death of me! Arabella is magnificent like this. Her red hair is laid out on her pillow, her cheeks are flushed, and her bright blue eyes are darkened with desire.
“Please,” She whispers.
I slap her pussy with my hand. Arabella yelps, her wetness once again running down her thighs. “Please, what? Tell me what you want.”Rubbing between her folds, she begins to buck against my hand, so I slap her clit. “Tell me!”
“Fuck me, please!” She begs.?
“Whose pussy is this?” I ask vehemently.
“It’s yours, always!” She moans. The echo of which makes me grind into her harder.I enter her without warning, making her breath hitch. Her thighs quiver, as I slam over and over into her tight pussy. Arabella loves it rough and raw, and I plan to give it to her, just how she likes it. Letting go of the restraints on her arms, I allow Arabella to dig her nails into my back and ass. Which drives me crazy. She needs me with the same intensity that I do her. “Now, come for me, like a good girl!”
Arabella screams my name and comes almost violently; I fall on top of her as my seed shoots inside. Her walls clamp down on me, and nothing else matters. She is mine, forever!
If this had been anyone else, I would have shut the door as soon as I reached my gratification, but not with her. She is my life, my love, and now, I need to hold her as she sleeps. My only ambition in life forevermore, is to ensure her every need is taken care of. Arabella’s safety always comes first. My fingers rub her naked skin as we drift off into a blissful sleep.
***
The Shadowlands: Dream Sequence
Arabella
The mirror that led us to the Shadowlands was a black hole. As we fell into the darkness, all I could sense was agony and despair. This place lives up to its name. The area is gloomy, but enough light filters through the trees that we can see a few feet ahead of us. Creepy marshes line the forest, as an owl screeches nearby, making me jump at the unexpected sound. My heart skips a beat with the realization that I am the one in charge of this mission. Nausea rolls in my belly, but I squash it quickly. Throwing up in front of my new lover is NOT an option. Sebastian watches me curiously while his sister Amelia awaits my direction.
A faint mist starts falling from the darkened sky, because a storm is brewing. I shiver, because something is coming. It's probably a terrible omen to have a storm in your dream. Traveling through this godforsaken place to get to the Ice Palace has made me thankful for all the times I haven’t had to travel here.
"Everybody, stay close. It's now two hours until midnight, and we don't know how long it will take us to find answers." Jeremiah looks toward me, then at his brother as Deen comes to stand beside me.They nod at each other, an unspoken request made between them. They have made itclear they consider themselves my own personal protectors. Once again, my cousins have placed me in the middle of them, with determination sketched on both their handsome faces. It's weird seeing them acting so serious with how much they like to joke around.
Our postures are tense, and we are all on high alert. This road is not traveled often, and I wish we could have just gone through one of the other portals, but Thaddeus clarified that every mirror that led to the Ice capital had been compromised. I don't trust him. I don't trust this place either.
We move toward the openings at the edge of the forest and there are three visible pathways leading into the heart of the unknown. The path directly in front of us calls out to me for some reason. My gut feels drawn to wherever this leads so we're doing it! Cutting back the foliage will be a challenge if we take this route, and the clock is ticking closer to midnight. I look at my friend’s expectant faces and I'm unsure if my decision is correct.
Sebastian looks at me and shrugs his shoulders, "Bells, which way would you like to go? Your crew, your decision." He looks around at everyone and dares them to object. My dark Prince is intimidating even in dream form, and I love it.My first impulse is to shake my head in resistance. I'm not ready to be the one to give the final answer, but I can't cower under pressure either. Ready or not, this is "my crew," and I don't think they are going to like my decision.
I give the team my best smirk. "I've always heard the road less traveled is the best one to take."
"Yeah, but that one looks like it ate whoever traveled down it last," Amelia laughs.She's not wrong, because the area does look darker than any other part of the Shadowlands, butI will no longer second-guess myself. My female intuition is telling me to go down this passage.
With closer inspection of the clematis vines, we notice they are covering an archway of some sort. I remove my billy club, aptly named, Billie, to cut back the weeds, gently at first, with no success. Frustrated, I rear back and go in for the kill—a light so bright sparks from the impact of the hit, blinding me as electricity flows through my body. I fly through the air into the murky waters that Eleanor warned me against.
Drums beat inside my head, and my ears ring in perfect cadence to the rhythm of the thump. Sinking to the bottom with a thud, I scream as a pale hand reaches for my wrist. A Maritime woman with silver hair and alabaster skin speaks to my mind. Only, it’s Eleanor's voice that I hear. My vision blurs as I fall into a trance-like state. "Arabella...Arabella! Wake up! It is me, Eleanor. You must come to me. There is information that must be revealed. The Ice King’s treachery runs deep, but do not be wary. Come alone, for I do not know whom we may trust. Come, Arabella. I say, come!"
