“Shit, Sebastian,” I panted.
Like a full force of nature, my orgasm hit, sending my body into meltdown, and I trembled, letting everything go.
Sebastian picked up speed and pounded into me a few more times before he fully released himself into me.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He withdrew slowly, and I felt every inch leave me as he spun me around and kissed me hard before he dropped to his knees. He lifted my left leg on his shoulder, forcing me to use the door as support, and then he slowly trailed lazy kisses up the inside of my thigh until he reached his drug.
The base of his tongue started to clean up our mess, causing my body to quiver. He took his time, making sure he got every last drop, then gently placed my leg back down. He stood, his hands finding my jaw, and those bright blues with that primal look running through them met mine. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue sharing that addictive combination of us with me.
“Sebastian,” I breathed out between kisses.
“Hmmm,” he murmured as he started kissing my neck.
“If you keep ripping my knickers off, I won’t have any left.”
His lips curled into a smirk. He placed his hands on my jaw, his thumbs grazing my cheeks, and looked into my eyes.
“Fuck your knickers. I’ll buy you a whole supply so I can rip them off whenever I want.”
I let out a small laugh as I buried my head in his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, then kissed my forehead.
“Nyx, let’s cancel tomorrow. I don’t want to go.”
I looked up at him. “You need to go.”
“I don’t need to do anything.”
I stepped away from him, narrowing my eyes. “Are you really going to start this again? We’re going, Sebastian. End of.”
I pulled my knickers back up and my dress down and went to unlock the stall door, but he grabbed my wrist.
“Nyx, wait.”
I shook him off. “You’re such an asshole sometimes, do you know that?”
I pulled the door open with force and stormed out.
“Aria,” I heard him call, but it was too late; I was already back on the dance floor.
17
Sebastian
“Sebastian?” Aria prompted, bringing me back around from memories of my upbringing as we stood at the doorstep of my childhood home.
“What?” I snapped.
My body was on full alert, ready to go to war. I didn’t want to be here. I’d wanted to never come back here, but she hadn’t given me a choice.
She folded her arms and glared at me. “Don’t start acting like an asshole just because you didn’t get your own way.”
“Fine, but I’m telling you now, if he starts his bullshit, I won’t be held responsible for what I do.”
She took a deep breath. “Let’s just go in, have dinner, and see what he wants. Maybe he wants to make up for lost time.”
I scoffed. Yeah, right.
