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I clasped my clammy hands. “Dying?” The word sent a shiver down my spine.
“Yes.” He pushed open the door, and I walked inside. He sat on the bed, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves, rolling them halfway up his arms. “It’s as easy as breathing, and there will be no pain. Once you’re on the other side, you’ll be able to navigate your way back to the living. Although, with your royal blood, I have heard there will be a meeting there. Of the gods.”
“Gods?”
“Yes. Apparently.”
“My father mentioned something,” I recalled, scratching the back of my neck. The thought of meeting gods—plural—made me want to throw up. I’d spent my life worshiping them, praying to them in my most desperate times, and now I was going to meet them. I suddenly realized I did not know how to act, or what the etiquette was.
“Don’t be nervous. You’ll be great,” he said, as if he could read my thoughts.
I scoffed. “That’s easier said than done.” I wiggled my fingers, feeling my waning magic pulsing under the tips. “I’m going to miss being mortal.”
“You will still be powerful,” he promised, and ran a hand through his hair, disheveling the dark strands. “There’s still time for you to enjoy your mortality.”
I gave him a look. “How so?”
I’d never seen him appear so serious. “Come here.”
“Why?” I asked, unable to tear my gaze from his.
He stood as I closed the distance between us. My heart pounded as raised his hand to my face. Feather touches trailed up to my bottom lip, his finger pushing into the plump skin, pulling it down. I closed my eyes, breathing in the smell of his musky scent, with a hint of warm vanilla, intoxicating my senses. I’d craved no one like this before.
“I want to lose myself in you,” he said. “So we can both forget everything, for a moment.” He divulged his truth against my neck, grazing the tips of his fangs over my skin. “I want your mortal heart before it stops beating.”
“What about after?”
He whispered a kiss on my cheek. “Yes.” He moved his kisses down my neck, stopping at my ear. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
“I don’t,” I admitted.
A low growl escaped his mouth, reverberating against my skin. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I told him, the vulnerability of the truth almost stopping me. “More than I ever wanted Astor, or anyone else.”
He ran a finger over my clavicle. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said breathlessly, “until you forget every one of their names.” He groaned against my neck, bringing his mouth to mine.
“I haven’t done this for a while. I…”
“Don’t think about it.” He lowered me onto the bed, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Pausing there, he whispered against my earlobe, “Just speak to me with your body.”
Some part of me recalled the door was wide open, but I didn’t want to stop. He passed his fingers around my waist, tracing the curves of my body until he reached the top of my dress. The lace tore under his want, and he sliced the fabric down the center, exposing my breasts.
His breath hitched as his erection bulged in his pants, pressing against my thighs. I rocked against him, wanting to hold him closer. I gasped as his fingers tangled in my hair, jolting my head back. His lips dragged against mine with urgency. His sweet taste and the feel of his body quivering under my stroke heightened the desire building between my legs.
His tongue found mine, moving in unison as he deepened the kiss. My back arched to his touch, his lips frantic against me as he removed my panties.
I thrust my hips upward as he touched my wetness, his fingertips expertly playing against my clit. The pressure mounted, an ache begging to be satisfied.
He broke the kiss, my lips wanting for more as he moved his down to my chest. I moaned against his hot breath trickling onto my breasts, which bounced as his hips rocked against me.
I grasped the sheets, and my eyes rolled back as his tongue flicked my hard nipple. “Sebastian,” I whispered his name like a prayer. A shock of pleasure rippled through my stomach as his dick pulsed under his pants. I moved my hand down to unbutton them, but he stopped me.
“Not yet,” he ordered breathily.
He pushed his tongue against my nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. The slickness grew between my legs. His fingers danced down, sliding over my clitoris as he pushed two fingers inside me. I let out a high-pitched moan, and he groaned in response, sending a vibration into my chest.
Heat crept into my cheeks, pricking sensations sparking all over me as waves of pleasure rippled through my body, down my legs and into my toes. I licked my lips, and he took one nipple between his teeth, nibbling lightly.
