Page 120 of Play Dirty

Then he settled between my thighs.

Our mouths crashed together. Hot. Desperate. Searching.

But it wasn’t about that. Not really.

The kiss was just the spark. The fire came next.

A sharp breath tore from me as he pushed inside.

“God—”

He was big.

So big my breath hitched and I actually squeaked.

Sebastian stilled for a second, searching my face.

“Still okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded immediately.

“Yeah.”

That was enough. He pushed deeper, filling me completely. Holding my gaze as he drove all the way in.

“Thank God,” he sighed.

He didn’t rush, didn’t take over. He followed me. Matched the roll of my hips, the rhythm building naturally between us.

It made it better. So much better.

I opened wider for him, legs stretching apart as I pressed back into every movement, chasing it, needing it more. His hand came up, brushing my cheek, fingers dragging lightly across my lips as his eyes locked on mine.

And that—

That broke me.

It was the sum total of everything I’d been denied for so long. Weeks of tension. Lingering looks. Almosts.

All of it, collapsed into this.

I clung to him as the heat surged higher, faster, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. Everything blurred together — breath, movement, sensation…

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

He didn’t.

Couldn’t.

My whole world collapsed and then shattered.

A cry ripped out of me as I came apart, every nerve lighting up at once. His hand sealed over my mouth, muffling the sound as I twisted beneath him, pulsing, shaking, completely gone.

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow.

If anything he drove harder — deeper — faster — pulling everything out of me as I clung to him, biting into his palm, nails digging into the tight, flexing muscle beneath my hands.