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Her tongue brushes against the seam of my lips as I push my fingers inside of her. I have to pull away from the kiss, groaning deep and low in my chest from how hot and wet she is for me already.
“I need you,” she whispers and rocks her cunt against my dick.
I don’t make her wait, I push myself inside of her, getting harder from the sweet, tortured sounds she gives me in return. She’s still so tight, so fucking hot and wet too. It takes me far too long to be buried deep inside of her and when I finally am, giving her a moment to acclimate to my size, her heels dig into my ass, her nails at my back and she begs, fucking begs me, to take her hard.
I give her everything she wants. With one slam of my hips, she screams out my name. Another thrust and she’s biting her lip and muffling her cries, but her gaze stays on mine. Those beautiful hues of baby blue swirling with desire, and something else. Something deeper. Something that stirs the beast inside of me to do anything for her, give her anything she ever needs. And to make her mine.
All mine.
Rutting between her legs, I piston my hips, feeling the cold sweat spread along my skin as I hold back my need to cum.
“Bastian,” she moans my name as her pussy tightens and her back bows under me.
“Cum for me,” I command her in a voice I don’t recognize. One desperate and breathless. One that’s just for her.
And she does. She obeys me, instantly spasming on my cock. Her head falls back and her lips part as her orgasm rocks through her.
I don’t stop. The second her gaze is off mine, I fuck her harder, ruthlessly, riding through her orgasm and prolonging every bit of it that I can. Dragging it out of her.
She writhes under me and her head thrashes.
My heart beats hard against my chest, feeling hers in time with me.
She’s mine. All of her is mine. For always.
Fuck Romano; fuck this city.
I pound into her harder, wanting her to feel every emotion that’s raging through me. I’m staying with her.
Her gasp is followed with a strangled moan that fuels me to grip her hips harder, giving her every bit of me.
Nothing’s going to keep me from her.
Nothing.
CHLOE
Sebastian’s phone keeps going off. I thought it was in my dream at first.
My mother was hissing something. I still hear her words as my eyes flutter open. She said,He’s lying to you. Her voice keeps me frozen under the warm sheets as the bed dips and Sebastian sits up to grab his phone.
I’m motionless as he moves. She was right here. I can still feel her. She was here.
His voice is groggy as I try to breathe and shake off the eerie feeling that my mother still haunts me in my sleep, even if I can’t remember what the dream was.
He’s lying to you.
“Yeah, what is it?” Sebastian’s voice sounds off. The worry that lingers in his tone grabs my full attention, leaving the thoughts of my mother and whatever had come to me in my sleep where it belongs, in the past. In my unconscious.
“No, no…” He rubs his brow and turns away from me as whoever it is who’s called him talks loud enough that I can almost hear the replies on the other end. “I’m sorry,” he says with a pained voice, “Yeah, yeah. Are you okay?”
The dread grows as I watch him, how he looks so hurt sitting on the edge of the bed and listening to whoever it is on the other line.
He swallows thickly before saying goodbye and tossing the phone on his nightstand. With his head hung low, I can hear him swallow.
“Who was it?” I dare to ask in a whisper as if speaking too loudly would cause the pain he’s feeling to cut even deeper.
I scoot closer to him, but slowly as he lifts his head to answer, “Carter.”
