Page 135 of The Gods Forbid

“I—I did,” I stuttered.

Sebastian’s grip tightened on me, his eyes going a little wild. All of the sudden, his mouth was back down on mine with surprising force, his tongue slipping against mine in a slow drag.

I gasped into the kiss, trying to hold on for dear life as Sebastian commanded me.

I had never been this delirious before, never felt this need to move churn inside me. I almost felt panicked, like I couldn’t touch Sebastian long enough or hard enough.

“Sebastian,” I pleaded against his lips, the word barely more than a sob.

“Where?” he growled against my mouth. “Tell me where to fuck you. Please let me.”

The dark words sent heat straight to my core. He was right, there was no stopping this. That was where we were headed. I’d hold his hand and lead the way.

“The house,” I said, hiking myself higher on his hips. I wasn’t quite sure I’d be able to control myself, and a bed seemed best.

Sebastian started walking halfway through me speaking, kicking the door closed behind him and walking to the house on strong legs. He stopped halfway when I bit down on his lower lip, squeezing my ass and rolling his hips once.

We stopped again when he got to the house, stumbling back into the wall next to the door. My clothes felt too hot on my skin. I pulled back, making Sebastian freeze and chase my lips, until he realized that I was taking off my shirt.

He fell to the wall, trapping me against it as his mouth dove to the top of one of my breasts, licking the skin there. “I’ve been dreaming about these,” he said, moving a hand over to squeeze my other breast hard. “Ever since I saw the top of them in that bath.”

I gasped, my hand shooting into his hair. That had been months ago. “Please,” I begged, pulling his head down further.

I felt one of his hands drift up to the middle of my back, twisting my bra until it unhooked. He ripped the lace off me, and I barely heard his rough, “Fuck,” as he dove down and wrapped his lips over my nipple.

No, no, I needed him now. With me secured to the wall, I could still press against him as I moved my hands down to his pants, fighting with the button and moving the thin undershirt he was wearing out of the way.

When my fingers brushed against a light dusting of hair, I almost whimpered.

Sebastian must have realized that we were nowhere near a bed and were very close to fucking, because he released my breast and lifted me again, stumbling over the threshold and into the kitchen.

We’d spent so much time there together, and now we were…

The thought made me half insane, a rough moan breaking off in my throat, as I cried, “Now, Sebastian. Please, love.”

Using the term he always did with me seemed to break his sanity. Good, it would shatter on the floor with mine. He dropped to his knees with me still wrapped around him, letting me push him into a seated position on the floor and back up against the island in the middle of our kitchen.

Faster than I could blink, Sebastian’s undershirt was off and my hands were running over his bare chest.

Then his pants were unbuttoned and kicked off.

Then his hard length was pressing into my core, so hot, even through fabric. Sebastian tore my skirt off me, pulling the fabric over my chest and off me, then settled his hands on my hips, twisting each side of my underwear and pulling tight.

The pressure was almost too much, making me realize how dangerously close to release I already was.

I jerked forward, having to flatten my hands against the wood panels behind Sebastian to steady myself. His mouth turned in, skating over my inner arm and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses there.

When I moaned in response, he ripped the fabric of my underwear. The lace fell apart in his hands, and the second he felt it give way, he pulled his mouth off my skin and looked down in between us.

I could have sworn I saw his hands shaking as he pulled away the lace, though that might have been my thighs. But I definitely heard a shaky exhale fall from his lips when I was fully exposed to him.

Sebastian ran his hand over my lower stomach reverently, slowly drifting down the plane of skin before finally, blessedly, pressing his thumb over my clit.

My body was racked with a shiver, which was only made worse when Sebastian cursed, “Fuck, Persy.”

He’d spoken like I was pleasuring him, instead of the other way around. I leaned forward to kiss him, if only to keep myself from saying how relieved I felt that we were doing this. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to feel him like this.

This would be selfish of me. To steal this, knowing it meant more than I was letting on. And yet, I was going to steal regardless.