Page 64 of Drawn Together

I almost heard our collective mental sighs of relief before he pressed my back against the barn wall. I began to bring my fingers to curl into his hair, but he gripped them tightly above my head, grunting as if in warning.

He lifted me off the ground as he did something magical with his tongue, producing an intense heat between my legs that left me feeling like I might die from desire. The way he kissed… Fuck… I was right. There was something very real between us, something rare and extraordinary.

I panted as he gripped my chin, drawing back to look at me.

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he said, taking my upper lip between his teeth and tugging gently. “I’d eat you out just to shut you up and stop you from trying to provoke me every second of the day.”

My vision was clouded by my intense arousal, by my insatiable desire for this man.

“I’d fuck you against this wall all night long, until you couldn’t take any more, if I didn’t know you were a virgin,” he said.

The comment nearly froze me on the spot. I questioned him with my gaze, but he silenced me with another kiss. He filled my mouth with his tongue and tortured me with the pressure of his body against mine. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and as I leaned into his erection, my sense of pleasure grew larger and louder, demanding to be properly taken care of.

“What? How do I know?” he asked, pulling away from me. “Because it’s written all over your face, Elephant. You exudevirginity from every pore of your body, no matter how hard you try to conceal it.”

I felt myself blush. “I just want you to kiss me,” I said, maintaining eye contact.

“Just that?” he asked, peeking down at my lace bra, my nipples standing out under the fabric, aching, like the rest of my body, to feel his touch.

He took my left breast in his mouth, and I let my head fall back, breathless as he slid his tongue over my nipple, kneading my other breast with his hand.

“I’m so mad at you, Marfil. And I tend to lose control when I get mad.”

“I want you to lose control…” I said, letting out a broken moan as he gently bit my left nipple. “You’re always so tense.”

He thrust his hips into mine, and I gasped as his erection pressed into my groin. He put his mouth on my neck, sending chills through my body as his tongue, his lips, and his teeth toyed with me torturously. I loved it. I loved everything he did to me. I wanted him inside me. I didn’t care about my virginity. I didn’t care about the lectures, the warnings, the catechism classes, committing sin. I wanted to commit every sin in the book with Sebastian, and once done, create new ones to commit together all over again.

My feet touched the ground as he trailed kisses from the space between my breasts down to my belly button, just to come back up and suck desperately on my collarbone.

“I could make you come like this,” he said, placing a hand between my legs. My jeans brushed up against the hypersensitive skin of my groin, and I quivered with pleasure.

“Sebastian…” I felt him unbuttoning my jeans and then his hands slipping beneath my underwear. When his fingers entered me, I closed my eyes and gave in to the immense pleasure overtaking me. “God…” I whispered against his earlobe,biting down gently as he penetrated me with his fingers in swift in-and-out movements.

He kept his mouth on mine, his eyes open wide so he wouldn’t miss a detail, his fingers keeping a steady rhythm, driving me closer to the long-awaited ecstasy. I grabbed his wrist as an overwhelming sensation flooded into every corner of my being, taking over my senses, leaving me without a single thought.

“Go with it, Marfil,” he said gruffly.

If I hadn’t been so lost in the pleasure of the moment, I might’ve noticed that his tone of voice had changed.

I opened my eyes. Who knew what would happen after this? Who knew how Sebastian would behave when the arousal we both felt evaporated into thin air?

But I didn’t have time to think… My mind went blank as my first orgasm took hold of me at the hands—fingers, really—of this man. I wasn’t even aware of the sounds coming from my mouth as Sebastian continued fucking me with his fingers, although at a slower rhythm, ensuring that my pleasure was drawn out, until I’d given every ounce I had to give.

He didn’t immediately remove his fingers, applying gentle pressure on my clit instead. Then, as if it were nothing, he brought them to his lips and licked them one by one without taking his eyes off me, and I hungered for him more than ever.

The rain had slowed to a drizzle, and suddenly, I felt my legs go weak. I leaned against him, and he held me firmly against his chest for a few seconds. But then, before I had even fully recovered, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me away from him.

“I did what you wanted,” he said coldly, without a hint of desire in his gaze, as if he’d just removed a mask. “Now get dressed, get back on your horse, and go home.” Sebastian let go of me and went directly over to my father’s horse.

I was still trembling from the orgasm, but Sebastian’s hardgaze had caused any trace of pleasure to vanish from my body, as if he’d just poured a pitcher of ice-cold water over my head.

“Sebastian…” I said in a shaky voice.

Oh my God, I was going to cry my eyes out if he didn’t come back to me this very instant and wrap his arms around me.

“I told you to get dressed,” he said, noticing I hadn’t moved an inch.

I felt ashamed and humiliated. His fingers had just been inside me, and now he was looking at me like I was a total stranger, an irritating one at that.