He kissed her lips gently and then her forehead.
“I know you’re scared.”
“Hardly.” She huffed, acting all tough while shaking inside. “Just excited to get to all the sex with that thing.”
Sebastian laughed, and her tension relaxed. They could say anything to each other without censorship.
“My trembling little sunbeam. Did you think we’d only hold hands and swoon at each other?” he rasped, his mouth roaming over her warm cheek. “I want this tight little body underneath mine, craving me, aching to be filled to capacity. I want you to need the weight of me on top of you, to miss how my cock fills you so tight that you feel an empty ache when we’re not fucking.”
Sunny’s vision went hazy around the edges. His words turned her world upside down.
On his knees in front of her, Sebastian had never looked more like a capable, in-control, sexy man, and he kissed the tips of her fingers when she reached out to touch him.
“I need to tell you something, baby. There’s nothing more I want than for you to be as obsessed with fucking me as I am about fucking you. I can’t wait to have your hands all over me, driving me insane to please you. But you’ll only get my cock if you’re my wife first.”
Sunny blinked at him.
And she blinked again.
Then Sebastian kissed the tip of her nose and climbed to his feet, grabbing the clothes already on the bed.
His wife.
His wife.
Sebastian Priest’s wife.
Oh, so that’s what being dead felt like, she thought, as the buzzing in her ears rang loud and lengthy.
SIXTEEN
Sebastian
Seb wondered if his married and taken club brothers got off by watching their old ladies getting dressed each morning. Or if it was only Seb’s kink.
For the past three days, he’d followed Sunny out of their shared showers, where he then parked himself somewhere comfortable to watch her go through the same routine she seemed to have about drying, slicking up her skin with lotions, dressing, doing skin care, and then her hair.
He was over-the-top feral for that woman in a way that made him unhinged for her.
Even now, as she effortlessly went about rubbing a coconut-scented lotion into her skin, all Seb was thinking about was ramming all of his aroused inches into her tight throat. He wanted to put Sunny on thefloor, her back to the bed, head lying against it so her neck was exposed, and to fuck into her throat until her eyes were red with tears and she was obsessively sucking out his soul.
He’d never been so one-track-minded about sex before.
Not until he’d started seeing Sunny in a new, dirtier light.
And now everything he thought about her was indecent. Shit that would probably scare his beautiful virgin into running away. That would mean he’d chase her, catch her, and then put her on her knees to say sorry with her mouth latched onto his willing dick.
Watching her as she moved onto the next step, Seb swallowed his groan and heeled a hand over his half-hard dick. He had to calm down with his thoughts, or he’d rut her into the bed, spilling his come in his shorts like a pubescent teen.
Call him mad, but he wanted his ring on her skinny finger before he covered her in his come. He was a romantic at heart.
When he’d told her that the other night, she’d laughed, assuming he was joking. He hadn’t denied it, just held Sunny’s eyes while she’d turned pink, longing on her face. She might not have answered, but he also knew what his girl wanted.
She could wind him around her little finger as easily as breathing.
She hadn’t wielded her power yet. But Seb anticipated it.
She was still shy with their new dynamic, still finding her feet with the new position in his life, but once she was steady, she’d rule over him, and he couldn’t fucking wait for that day to happen. He’d wanted it for so long. It had been an unquenched thirst in the back of his throat. A hunger for a woman he’d waited for, a woman he’d grown up with, looked after, and protected like a vicious rottweiler. Marking his territory long before he’d wanted to admit it.
