“Fuck, Sunny,baby.”
He looked at her like he’d never seen her before.
She was happy to see those dark shadows had eviscerated, his expression raw and open as he continued drilling in and out of her clasping body. The wet sucking noises were a symphony with their shared pants.
His nostrils flared, and then Seb demolished Sunny’s lips again.
The following few thrusts were rapid and perfect. Her pleasure went out of bounds, coming on a trembling cry muffled by Sebastian’s mouth.
Her belly exploded with pleasure, sending sparkles rushing through her blood. Her breath caught in their next frantic kiss. He sucked the air out of her as his hips pistoned, and then Seb reached his finish with a masculine grunt, burying himself as deep as he could.
Seb cupped the side of her face. “I love you,” he rasped. “I fucking love you so much.”
It wasn’t the first time they’d shared those words. They’d been saying them for years, but now it meant something different, and emotion locked up her throat as she touched fingertips to Sebastian’s chin, her lower lip wobbling as she smiled up at him, her insides turned to butter. “I love you, too, Seb.”
“You are my harmony. My sanity, my anarchy, my everything.” He breathed against her forehead.
He braced his arms above her, then dipped his head, their lips naturally touching and breaths coming in spurts, sharing air as one.
“Goddamn, you feel good.” He licked and kissed his way back to her mouth like an erotic wave of bliss.
The unhinged moments she craved like an unquenched thirst, but for weeks, he’d been so gentle with her, like he thought she might break if he fucked her as wildly as he needed to.
He grunted beyond discernible words, beyond reason. So she gave him the time he needed. And then Sunny angled her head back, offering Seb her open mouth and every piece of love she’d forever hold for him.
She didn’t have the details yet about what had happened today. That would come, but he was here, safe, and no longer shaking with anger.
Her fingertips walked down his relaxed jaw when she told him. “I’ve got you, my Seb. I’ve got you.”
“Always,” he replied, meaning he’d have her, too.Always. It was a promise.
Exhaling, Seb dropped his forehead to Sunny’s shoulder, recharging himself. “I love you in ways that terrify me, Sunny, because I know there isn’t anything I won’t do for you. You might as well call me your dedicated fucking foot soldier, willing to slay bodies at your feet, if that’s the only thing that will make you happy.”
“You make me happy. You always have, you sweet boy. Now kiss me like you mean it.”
He grabbed her by the back of the neck as he drew her nearer and crushed her lips underneath his, licking with a force that sent her knees shaking with lust. He was such a good kisser. She hated any other woman who’d had his lips before her. But in the end, that didn’t matter, she decided, because she’d be the last woman to kiss Sebastian.
He wasn’t the only devoted one.
She’d be downright sadistic if other women were flirting with her Seb.
He was such a jarringly beautiful man.
All hers.
They’d waited eons for each other.
And now she had his last name and his love.
Some women had far less, which made Sunny the luckiest of her species.
She had the love of a man who would fight to protect her, be with her, and always be on her side, even if she was flat-out wrong. The very thing she felt for him, too.
“I want to stay inside of you,” he groaned, bumping her with his pelvis.
“When we go to bed later, you can stay inside me all night. How does that sound?”
“Fucking perfect, wife.” He smirked at that, and she smiled bashfully in return.
