“Beaumont still wants revenge against Caelestis, but he wants you more. He desires your powers, and it seems as though he will go to the extreme to get what he wants. We don’t know how to stop him without full blown war.” Sebastian looked stressed as he continued. “The things I heard over there…about you…” He shuddered, as if he couldn't stomach saying the words. “The entire Draemornian army has a one track mind to get to you, and the things they are saying they’ll do to you if they get their hands on you…I can’t even—” His skin paled and he looked as though he might be sick.
His arms loosened so that I could sit up, using the back of my hand to soak up my tears.
He didn't want to elaborate on what he heard, and I was fine only being able to imagine what would be done to me. The news of more war didn't surprise me—I’d never expected King Beaumont to simply give up, and my visions showed me a glimpse of what was to come.
I may have been hurt that he left, but Sebastian was right. I’d been safe here at the castle while he went through something unimaginable.
My finger grazed across his jaw, edging along the sharp bone. “I’m glad you’re safe. But areyouokay?”
“I’m fine.” He nodded, though a muscle in his jaw twitched under my finger tip.
“Are you really fine?” I asked him the same question he’d asked me too many times to count.
“Yes.” He pulled me back into his arms and dragged us down onto the bed.
I wanted to pry, but knew better than to try and get information out of him that he didn't wish to share. I’d ask him again at a later time.
“I’ve missed you more than you could ever imagine.” He leaned forward to kiss me softly. Our first kiss in months, andgods,was it worth the wait. His mouth was soft and subtle against my own, and he tasted just as I remembered.
“Are you sure? For a while I thought that you leaving was your last attempt to get away from me,” I teased, letting my lips linger against his.
Sebastian’s grin interrupted our kiss. “Never.”
In one swift motion, he pulled me on top of him and rolled onto his back. Straddling him, I hunched forward to press my mouth to his, this time more passionately as I released the longing that I’d been holding inside since he left.
Our tongues worked together in sync, as if no time had passed at all.
His hands roamed along my body, stopping at my waist and holding me down even closer to him. My lips moved to his neck, and he shivered in response to my touch. My stomach swirled with arousal, knowing that he reacted to me in the same manner that I did to him.
My teeth skimmed across his throat, then back to his mouth, reclaiming our kiss. As his hands moved down my back to cup my ass, mine slid down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt. My fingers looped underneath the fabric and I broke our lips apart to pull the barrier off of him, revealing his toned abdomen. I bit my lip at the sight of him.
“If you keep looking at me like that, there's going to be a lot more than just kissing going on in this room,” he warned, his gaze a tempting threat.
“Good.”
Our eyes captured each other, staring for a lust-filled moment as we recognized each other's needs. I could tell he wanted this as much as I did, but was waiting for me to give him the go ahead.
I pulled myself up on his lap, grinding my hips and causing him to quietly groan in response to the friction. Not breaking our eye contact, I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving my breasts full and bare, showcasing my desire for him. Though my self-consciousness told me to hide, there was no need to conceal myself with him.
Sebastian sat up hastily, careful not to throw me off of him. I could sense his arousal growing stronger as his eyes drifted over my naked torso. He hardened against my ass, and the feel of his desire caused my own to saturate my panties.
He clenched his jaw, breaking his gaze from my breasts and moving his eyes to my face. “Maeve, are you sure?—”
I interrupted his words by leaning forward, settling my hips down into him as I did. My nipples grazed against his chest as I brushed my lips tauntingly against his neck.
“I've been waiting three months for you. Yes, I'm sure,” I whispered into his skin.
“I just don't want you to regret it if we?—”
“I won’t.”
“I still think you deserve better.”
Was he serious right now? I appreciated the chivalry, but I wanted this—probably more than he did.
I sat upright on his lap, staring at him starry eyed. “Seb, just fuck me already,” I demanded.
His eyes widened with desire, and he wasted no time pulling me down over him and capturing one of my nipples with his lips. It stiffened as his tongue flicked over it. My hands weaved into his hair as he licked me, the dampness of his tongue sending shivers over my whole body.
