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He slams inside me, and fuck, it feels like he’s coming home.
“Goddamn,” Sebastian’s voice is raw, and I claw blindly at his shoulders, sobbing out loud as he stretches me open. “How does it feel so good?”
I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t know anything right now except the weight of his body, and the low groans sounding in the air, and thick invasion as he pistons his hips, working his cock deeper, making my whole body shake with the force of his impact.
“Sebastian…” I sob, clutching hold of him. “Oh God, right there!” I thrust back, eager to take every stroke. The desk creaks as it takes on the weight of our bodies, and my hips are going to be bruised tomorrow from his iron grip, but I don’t care. The feel of him is too good. Too deep. He’s filling me to the hilt, and it makes all the stress and confusion of the day disappear.
This is all that matters. The two of us, right now.
The pressure starts to build quickly, and we’re both panting, clutching hold of each other as if for dear life.
“I want to be better,” Sebastian’s fevered whisper is almost lost under the sound of our bodies slamming together, but he grips me tightly, his cock embedded deep inside. “For you,” he vows, ragged. “I want to be the man you deserve.”
“So do it,” I gasp mindlessly as my core clenches around him. “Be that man. Bemine.”
I shatter with a cry, the pleasure taking over the both of us, like we’re sharing the same climax, coming undone as a single body.
I hold him, shaken by what just happened—and the emotions tangled in my chest.
I never thought I believed in redemption, and definitely not for a man like Sebastian. I swore I could never forgive him for what he did to Miles, no matter if he ever tried to earn it.
So, what the hell am I saying to him now?
Do I want Sebastian to be a better man for the sake of the world…?
Or simply to justify the way I feel about him, the passion between us that I can never deny?
16
AVERY
This time,I wake up with Sebastian in bed beside me. I know he’s there the second I open my eyes and feel his arm around me, holding me close.
I stretch, yawning. Last night comes rushing back to me: the terrible fight, and all of Sebastian’s self-loathing and agony. The sex, somehow more intense than ever.
Our connection…
When I roll to face him, Sebastian is awake, and watching me.
“Good morning,” I whisper, watching his face for signs of his mood.
Which Sebastian will I find with me today: the detached, controlled man, or the one who held me all night in his arms?
“Good morning,” he echoes, giving me a gentle kiss. I relax into him, full of relief—even edged with self-loathing. “You slept OK?”
“Aside from your snoring,” I tease.
He snorts with surprised laughter. “I don’t snore.”
“Sure you do,” I lie, sitting up in bed. “Like a honking great subway train. Could have woken the neighbors.”
“Funny how nobody’s ever told me about that before.” Sebastian smirks.
“Well, you’re just lucky I’m here to speak truth to power and tell it like it is,” I smile back at him, feeling a warmth in my chest at our careless banter.
“You know, if we’re being honest, then I should probably say something about your sleepwalking,” Sebastian continues, yawning.
“My what?” I blink in surprise.
