We smiled at each other. Satisfied with what we'd done, but also knowing that neither of us was completely satiated.
Sebastian kissed me once more before rolling off of me and lying down next to me on the bed. I curled to my side, placing my head in the crook of his arm. He tugged the covers over us and planted yet another kiss on my forehead.
Neither of us spoke. There was nothing we could possibly say to add to this moment. Instead, we closed our eyes and absorbed the feel of each other's skin, damp and clammy from what we had done.
We soaked in our silence for a while, the moment feeling even more intimate than what we did together just minutes prior.
Soon enough, the tension rose inside of me again as my body refilled with need for him. He just got home and must be exhausted, so I doubted he would be up for round two.
“Do the others know you’re back?” I asked, still out of breath from him ruining me. I desperately needed to distract myself from my growing desire for him.
Sebastian’s lips curved up as he shuffled beside me. “No. But they will.” He kissed my neck sensually, proving howmistaken I was about his needs as his arousal brushed against my thigh.
“Because what I’m going to do to you next…” He paused, dipping his hand under the covers and trailing it over my navel, down lower and lower. “Will have you screaming my name so loud…” He stopped himself again, this time to position himself on his side behind me. “That the whole kingdom will know what we’ve done.” He took a fistful of my hair and I cried out in pleasure when he pushed himself between my thighs.
My head restedon Sebastian's bare chest. We laid still in the mess of sheets we’d created. I trailed a finger along the scar on his elbow, dismay creeping in as I remembered how he got it. I wondered what he'd been through in the past three months—if there were any new scars cut into his skin.
I refused to take my gaze off of him, in fear that if I did, he'd be gone again. I watched the rise and fall of his chest, reveling in the knowledge that he was truly here, and I sent a thank you up to the gods for bringing him back to me.
Sebastian's eyes fluttered open, and he smirked groggily. “Are you watching me sleep?”
A smile tugged at my own mouth. “I'm just making sure that you're really here, that this isn't a dream.”
He reached over and collected me in his arms, guiding me to sit on his lap. “I'm really here.”
My smile faded the longer I stared at him. I had so much to tell him. So many questions, too.
His eyebrow raised. “What's wrong?”
I knew better than to say nothing, so I blurted out the first thing on my mind. “Aren't you worried by being with me that I'm just going to die from the sacrifice?”
He huffed a laugh. “Way to kill the mood.”
“I'm serious.”
“I think I was more worried that you would die during the trials.”
“Come on,” I groaned.
Sebastian's hand rested on my lower back, preventing me from sliding off of him as he sat up. He shifted us backwards, using the headboard to support him. “Where's this coming from?” he asked, moving his hands to both sides of my hips.
I didn't want to ruin his homecoming, but the visions wouldn't get out of my head, so I told him everything.
I relayed my visions of war, explaining how I believed it was Blythe sending me the messages and how she told me not to fear the sacrifice. I told him how she instructed me to find Stoll’s book, and about the fable I read within it. Every little detail came pouring out of me in a sputtered mess of words.
Sebastian was unaware of how tight his grip had become on my hips. “When did these visions start?”
“The first one was the night in the archives. The second one was a month or so after you left.”
“Have you told anyone this?” he asked.
“I told Sawyer a bit of it, but not all the details.”
Sebastian's eyes widened in discontent.
“I know, I know, but I only told him because he was there when?—”
Sebastian shook his head in an interruption. “No, it's not that. Granted, Sawyer can't keep a secret for shit, but it's not that.”
