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Kayla was only halfway up the stairs when Sebastian rose to follow her, tossing a hurried goodnight over his shoulder. His stomach was in knots as he climbed the stairs after her, guilt and the need to look after her obliterating everything else. Tonight had been traumatic for her, reminding her of what she’d endured, thanks to him. And while tonight’s events weren’t his fault, the original trauma was, and so he knew he bore some responsibility for the way Kayla was feeling right now.
That, and he loved her, more than he’d ever thought he was capable of loving anyone, and if she was hurting, he was hurting, too.
He walked down the hall and to their door, his mouth dry as worry spun through him. He pushed open the door and saw her laying on the bed in the darkness, tears streaking her cheeks.
“Baby,” he said softly, leaving the lights off and crossing the room to the bed. He laid down beside her and pulled her into his arms, stroking his hand up and down her spine, kissing her hair, holding her as her body shook. He could feel the ring box digging into his leg, but he knew the window for any kind of proposal had closed for tonight. Hell, it had probably closed for the weekend because he wasn’t going to propose at Lucian and Olivia’s wedding.
“I’m okay,” she said, burying her face against his chest. “It was just…a lot. To process. But I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.” But the way she said it was almost more like a prayer than a reassurance.
He tightened his arms around her. “It’s okay not to be okay right now. It’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. Just know that you’re safe. You’re safe.” He kissed the top of her head again. “Tell me what you need.”
She lifted her head, her green eyes glittering in the dark, mascara smudged beneath her eyes. “Right now, I just need you.” She kissed him and her fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them slowly as her tongue teased against his. His blood heated and his cock grew heavy, but he caught her wrist and broke the kiss.
“Are you sure? It’s okay if you just want me to hold you, or—”
She used her free hand to work on the button of his pants. “You asked me what I need. Right now, I need you to fuck me so hard and so deep that I can’t think about anything except you inside me.”
He inhaled sharply, her words slicing through him like a hot knife through butter, and he released her wrist. Their mouths collided and she made quick work of his shirt, stroking her fingers over the ridges of his abs, dipping into the waistband of his pants. Panting, he broke the kiss and flung his shirt and pants to the floor, coming back down on top of Kayla, who looked like an angel with her blond hair spread out around her on the mattress, her slinky black dress riding up her thighs.
She wound her body around him, holding him close, and he could feel her heart beating against his chest, hard and fast, but strong and sure. He dragged his mouth over her neck, her collarbone, her jaw and then rose to his knees.
“Sit up, baby. Let’s get you out of this dress.”
She made a soft whimpering sound that made his cock throb and sat up, arms lifted overhead. With one swift tug, he pulled the dress over her head and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in a pair of lacy purple panties and a matching bra. She reached out and traced her fingers over his hard cock through his boxer briefs.
“Touch yourself for me,” she whispered. He grinned and pulled his cock free, wrapping his fist around it.
“Like this?” he asked, stroking himself leisurely. She bit her lip and cupped her breasts as she watched him, nodding.
“Just like that. I love seeing your hand on your cock, working yourself. It’s so hot.”
He stroked himself faster, rougher, slicking his thumb over the bead of pre-come gathered at the tip. “You see what you do to me, Kayla? You’re the most fucking gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I thought after two years the intense wanting you, the never-ending needing you would’ve lessened, but it hasn’t. If anything, I just want you more.”
He gave himself a final stroke and then lowered himself back down, tracing circles over her stomach with his tongue. “I think about this pussy constantly. This ass. These tits. And how I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet because it’s all mine.”
She sighed and wove her hands into his hair as he made his way back up her body, tugging the cups of her bra down and letting her breasts spill free. Her back bowed off the bed when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, toying at it with his teeth.
“I’ll never get enough of how good you feel underneath me, baby,” he said, dragging his lips over her nipple. She reached for him and he grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head. He kissed his way to her other breast. “Fuck, I’m going to make you come so hard. I’m going to make a fucking mess out of your gorgeous pussy. Going to make you feel me everywhere.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her head writhing back and forth on the bed. “I love when you talk to me like that, Bastian.”
He released her wrists only so he could undo her bra and fling it to the floor. He loved that he didn’t have to hide any part of himself with Kayla, including the dirty, dominant side she always seemed to unleash in him.
He rose to his knees again and hooked his fingers into her panties, tugging them down her legs. “These are already wet,” he said, bringing the scrap of lace to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Fuck, that’s good.” Kayla’s eyes were wide emerald pools, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. A pink flush spread from her cheeks all the way down to her breasts, and he inhaled her mouthwatering scent one last time before letting the panties drop to the floor. “Open,” he said, tapping her knee. When she hesitated slightly, he leaned forward and wrapped a section of her hair around his fist, giving a gentle tug. “Show me what’s mine, Kayla.”
She let out a blissful sigh and let her thighs fall apart. He moved off of the bed and tugged her to the edge, then pushed her legs back, exposing her to him.
He let a drop of spit fall from his mouth onto her clit and then worked it in with his tongue, savoring the way her sweet muskiness filled his senses. She let out a loud moan and raked her nails over his scalp. He teased her clit, building her up slowly, and a stream of sounds fell from her lips, not words, just breathy moans and needy sighs.
“Mmm, so fucking good,” he murmured against her, licking up and down her folds, getting his lips and tongue on every single inch of her.
“Oh fuck, Bastian. Oh, shit.” Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her eyes closed. He spread her further apart with his fingers and dragged his tongue over her.
“I could eat this pussy all damn night, Kayla. In fact, I just might.”
She shuddered, her fingers digging into his scalp as her hips started to move, grinding her pussy against his face in a way that had more pre-cum dripping from his dick. He scraped his teeth over her clit and then sucked it into his mouth.
