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I eagerly lift my feet so he can take them off. I stand in anticipation, looking down at his head as he surveys my bare legs. I suck in a sharp breath when he skims over my skin, caressing them up and down. His fingertips tease the inside of my thighs, stopping before he reaches the top of my legs.
He leans forward and feathers his lips on the outside of my thighs, his tongue tickling me, tasting me. My breathing increases with every touch of his lips. He plays, over and over again, repeating the same path, driving me crazy with want. When I don’t think I can take anymore, he expands his exploration, pulling my hoodie over my hips.
“Hold it,” he demands.
My hands frantically reach for it, bundling it under my breasts, clenching it within my fists. The second I stop moving, he teases the edge of my panties, tracing them. He dips under them once he paints them with his fingers, running his thumb underneath. I drop my head back and close my eyes. Goosebumps decorate my skin.
I startle when he kisses my waist, the heat from his breath causing me to suck in my stomach. His hair brushes over me, and my hands twitch with the urge to run them through it. He said he wants to worship me, and he is succeeding in his goal. I feel like the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. This is what every woman wants. To be the center of someone’s universe, and no matter how you see yourself, all they see is the beauty.
He hooks his thumbs in the sides of my panties and pulls, unveiling my wet center. He sits back, keeping his eyes on me, and unbuttons his shirt. My greedy eyes take in every muscle and hard curve of his chest and arms, once again admiring the art that adorns him. He unbuttons his pants but goes no further, leaving the sides hanging open slightly.
His burning eyes stay locked on mine as he slowly stands, and I have to tilt my head back to keep in contact. I feel his hands tangling with mine, prying my death grip open; he whips my shirt over my head. My hair falls out of the bun, tickling my shoulders as it comes to rest on my back.
Grateful that my hands are free, I place my palms on his chest, caressing him as he did me. I’m so distracted by the feel of him that I jump when he unsnaps my bra. I shiver as he slides it away.
“I will use my rope on you, but we will do it my way,” he says, his voice gravelly.
“Okay,” I sigh.
“Do not move.”
I nod. “Yes, Sebastian.”
I watch as he walks to the closet and disappears inside. I wait as patiently as possible when I’m so ready for him.
He’s holding the same rope when he returns and stalks towards me. He sets them on the bed at my side. He leans in and runs his nose over my neck, stopping at my ear.
“If it gets to be too much, say your safe word. Tell me,” he demands.
“Gardenias.” My vampire always wants to keep me safe.
He nods. “Hold your hands out.”
I place them in his waiting hands, and he softly rubs them. He picks up the rope and gently ties them. He then secures them to the metal bars on either side of the bed, spreading my arms wide. My heart speeds up, and I flashback to the basement for a split second. He kisses me, feathering his lips over me, and the memory fades away. This is my mate, and he would never hurt me.
He steps back and takes off his pants, showing me the proof of his desire. He slides close, slipping his knee between mine, rubbing my swollen flesh, making me groan.
“Beautiful,” he breathes. “It’s just you and me. No one else belongs here between us.”
His palm slides from my thigh to my ribcage to cup my breast, and I arch closer. His thumb circles my nipple, hardening it. His other hand sweeps over my hip to cup my ass, pulling me into him. He hovers his mouth over mine, our breath mixing. The only movement is his thumb, circling ever so slowly. His knee is pressing close, leaving me warm but empty.
“Bash, please,” I whimper. I need him to do something, anything.
“You are everything I didn’t know I wanted,” he confesses, his voice raspy.
My throat closes up. “Bash,” I whisper.
He closes the distance between us, kissing me as if he wants to devour me. He grabs my thighs and brings them around his waist, his cock gliding against me, and moisture covers him. He bands his arm under my ass as his other one supports my spine, his hand grasping my neck.
He lets me up for air and thrusts inside me. “This is where I belong.” He emphasizes his statement with a twist of his hips. “I would fight to the death to keep you.”
“God, Sebastian,” I cry.
“Look at me,” he growls when my eyes close. “Keep your eyes open as I claim you.”
I swallow thickly over the lump in my throat. He moves my body in complete control, allowing me to sink into the moment's magic. I’ve never felt so special. Being this close to him, smelling his blood and desire for me, causes my fangs to descend. I pant in need of everything he can give me.
He drives his cock forward, our hips slam together, and he briefly holds before repeating the action. The sound of our skin slapping rings in my sensitive ears. Electricity skates over my skin as we connect in the most primal way. I willingly offer him my body and soul, eager for him to possess me.
