I searched the shelves high and low, but came across nothing that could be of any use to me. Maybe Sebastian was right—the prophecy wasn’t meant to be solved.
The thought sent me spiraling in fear over my potential impending death, but I clung to the words from the woman in my dream.Do not fight the sacrifice, as it is well worth the reward.
I turned back towards our chairs to tell him that I was leaving, but did not see Sebastian. I scanned the space until I spotted him on the other side of the room, putting his novel back on the shelf.
“You finished that already?” I questioned as I approached him.
“I’m a fast reader.”
His finger beckoned me closer to him, and when I obliged, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. He smiled down at me, then dipped his head to kiss me. I welcomed the contact, my lips parting just enough for his tongue to slip between them.
It was a brief kiss, though it felt more intimate than our others. He pulled away too soon, leaving my lips aching for more.
“I really screwed myself out of kissing you while I was being stubborn for all those weeks,” I snarked while tucked away in his arms, my head resting against his chest.
“It's okay. Gave me more time to practice.”
My eyes widened. “You better be joking.”
He laughed, “Of course I am,” then pressed his lips to the top of my head.
I glanced up from the warmth of his chest to the bookshelf behind him. “What erotica do you plan to read next?”
“How many times must I tell you that I don't read erotica?” He chuckled, fighting back a smirk.
“Are you sure? You tucked that book away awfully fast earlier.”
Sebastian leaned towards my ear, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I don't need to readerotica when I can make my own.”
I chewed on my lip, understanding what he was suggesting, but not acknowledging it.
Leaning back, I bent my neck up to get a better view of the bookshelf behind him. My finger tapped against my chin, stopping to point at a novel that grabbed my attention. “How about that one? Sounds dirty.” I winked at him.
His head shook with laughter, then he moved his arms down my back and under my behind, scooping me up in one swift motion. I raised my arms to his shoulders and locked my legs around him, giggling as I clung to him like a vine for support. He spun us around, placing my back against the bookshelf and holding me there. Our heads were at the same height, so when his lips captured mine in a needy kiss, neither of us were straining our necks.
My eyes fluttered closed as my tongue slipped between his lips. He kissed me back greedily, as if he could never have enough of me. Books fell from the shelves around us, but neither of us gave the interruption any attention.
His lips were smooth as they caressed mine in jumbled, enticing movements. Sebastian moved one arm from underneath me, tearing his glasses from his face and throwing them to the side, the lack of barrier allowing us to deepen our kiss.
He returned his hand to my ass, holding my back againstthe bookshelf for support. I fisted the front of his shirt, trying to pull him closer despite there being no gap to close.
We devoured each other hungrily. Desperately. I couldn't possibly get enough of him.
He smiled into our kiss as I grasped the back of his neck and intertwined our tongues even more. A gasp quietly escaped me as he squeezed my ass and slid me up higher on his torso. The friction sent a jolt of heat between my thighs, and I already felt myself getting wet for him.
“Seb,” I moaned his name into his mouth. I needed more. More of this. More ofhim.
He sensed my need and carefully lowered me to the ground, not breaking our kiss. With my feet planted to the floor, he moved his lips from mine and trailed them down my neck. My whole body tingled from the feel of his mouth nipping at my skin.
Sebastian pulled his mouth away from my flesh to look at me, gazing into my eyes, full of desire for him.
“Please,” I begged, not needing to say what for.
He smirked in satisfaction at how quickly I was coming undone for him. Then, as if I wasn't already craving him enough, he dropped to his knees before me.
Gods.Seeing this man—this powerful force of a man—kneeling before me sent me into absolute shambles.
I chewed my lip, anticipating what he was going to do to me—how he was about to make me feel.
