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I was screwed. And possibly dead. Oh, shit, shit, shit. Mom always said my impulsivity would be my undoing, and she was right.

“Tell me what I’m supposed to do, baby.” He advanced and I retreated, step for step. “Tell me how to survive this.”

The quiet urgency in his voice caught me off guard. “What do you mean?” I kept backing up, and he kept coming. Nerves made my tone testy. “You’re not the one in danger.”

“I mean—” The back of my boots hit the wall, and still he didn’t stop. He caged me in, hands braced on either side of me, the divorce papers clenched in his fist. “Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with my heart walking around outside my body. Because I can’t do it, Lila. I can’t…fucking…breathe.” He pounded the papers against the wall with each word, inches from my face, making me wince. They scattered to the ground.

“Seb,” I choked out.

His mouth crashed onto mine.

It was madness. Teeth and tongues clashing together, biting and pushing. My head hit the wall with an audible thunk, but neither of us slowed for even a moment. I couldn’t stop pressing my hips to his as I balled his shirt in my fists and pulled him closer.

Just once to get it out of our systems, I’d said. My body made a liar out of me now. It screamed for his, begged and pleaded, not a lick of self-preservation to be found anywhere.

I hated that I still wanted him after everything. I hated that I already knew how this would end, with packed bags waiting by the front door. I hated how weak I was for this man.

But I loved the way I burned for him.

His lips on mine, he followed the shape of my body with his palm, leaving sparks in his wake. The side of my breast, the nip of my waist, the curve of my hip. He grabbed my ass to bring me flush against him, his deep groan tangling with my sharp gasp.

“Take it back.” He nipped my lip, my jaw, my earlobe. “Tell the court you changed your mind.”

“Why?” I panted through the anguish in my heart. “It would still be in the public record.”

His teeth sank into my shoulder, hard, right at the juncture of my neck. My eyes popped open, and I lashed out on instinct, smacking him upside the head. But then my hand curled into his hair because oh, I needed that, the pain that tempered the pleasure. It was the only thing holding me together. His low laugh rumbled through us both, and he sucked at the skin, easing the sting of his bite. My nails dug into his scalp.

He took that as a command and dropped to his knees. His fingers had already curled into the waistband of my leggings, his breath hot and damp through the thin fabric as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my cunt, before I pulled myself together and stopped him, my hands covering his. He stilled and looked up at me with eyes like sea glass washed up on the beach.

“Seb—” Wordlessly, I shook my head.

His forehead pressed to my belly and he nuzzled against me. Dragged his nose up the center seam of my leggings, making my hips spasm. “That’s fucking cruel, baby. I can smell you.”

The longing in his voice made my eyes flutter closed. It felt like need when he looked at me like that. It felt like love when he called me his heart. Both would leave me hollowed out and wrung dry when this ended. He had shattered me once before, and he would again. Nothing I could do about that now, but I wasn’t going to hand him the fucking hammer.

“I can’t—” My voice cracked.

We stared at each other, panting.

“Fuck!” he bit out.

I felt myself pitch forward at the vicious yank on my waistband, and then I was falling. I clung to his shoulders as he brought us both to the ground, his body curled protectively around mine. We landed with him on his back, my thighs straddling his lap, and he didn’t even give me a chance to catch my breath before he shoved a hand into my leggings and slid two fingers deep inside me.

I shamelessly pushed myself down on those thick, talented fingers, pure need pulsing through me. “Seb,” I whispered.

He slid his other hand under my hair and cupped the back of my head, fingers tangling in my curls, his grip just shy of painful. He pulled me in and kissed me so hard our teeth clanked together. I whimpered at the onslaught of pleasure. His thumb circling my clit, his teeth and tongue on my mouth, the delicious tug of my hair. Relief was barreling toward me, pleasure spinning me tighter and tighter. My knees squeezed his hips.

“Lila.” His voice was a rough, desperate whisper against my mouth, his teeth scraping my bottom lip.

I unraveled. My back arched as I fell apart in his arms, clinging to his shoulders for dear life. His fingers gentled as the wave ebbed and I gulped in air and opened my eyes straight into his.

We studied each other. I wanted to memorize his face. I traced the lines with my fingertips. The grooves in his forehead and his thick, dark brows. Down the slope of his nose and the small bump where a break had healed. The crest of his cheekbones, sharp as a mountain peak, and the hollow underneath. His beautiful, full lips.

He nipped my fingertips, making me laugh.

And then suddenly I was on my back, boots gone, leggings gone. Seb was above me, holding himself up in a one-armed push-up as he unbuckled his belt with rough, vicious movements and yanked down the zipper. Biting my lip, I slid his cock free of his black boxer briefs. The weight was warm and heavy in my palm, and it twitched when I gave him an appreciative squeeze.

He groaned, lowering himself to his elbows, and slammed his mouth to mine. He kissed me like he wanted to devour me, and I kissed him back like I wanted to be devoured. I stroked him again, dragged the head of his cock through my wetness, and he swore into my mouth.