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“One last chance to change your mind.”
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him to me. “I’m not changing my mind. I want this. I wantyou.”
Instead of saying anything, Sebastian’s mouth meets mine, his tongue swirling inside and swallowing my moan as he slowly slides into me.
My eyes squeeze shut at the first jab of pain that shoots through me.
Holy shit.
Sebastian must notice it because he stills completely. He touches my face, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Breathe.”
I let out a shaky breath. Sebastian’s fingers intertwine with mine as he gently kisses my neck, my jaw, and the corner of my mouth before his lips find mine. That’s all we do. He’s still inside me, holding still as he peppers kisses over every inch of my skin, letting the pain slowly subside. I moan softly as our tongues twine together, and I tentatively raise my hips to meet his, testing this new feeling.
“Fuck, Birdy,” Sebastian hisses, his hand slipping into my hair and bringing us closer. “You’re so fucking tight. So perfect.”
He’s right, the fit is tight, but the sharp pain is slowly withdrawing, and I can feel the pleasure building in my belly.
“Sebastian, I…” I squeeze my legs around him, needing to feel him closer. I need him to find that spot he found earlier.
“If you don’t slow down, I’m going to hurt you,” he protests, trying to pull away, but I don’t let him.
“I need more.”
“Fuck, wait…”
Before I know what’s happening, he flips us over. I brace my hands against his chest, biting the inside of my cheek as I feel him slip deeper inside me.
“Take it.” Sebastian’s hands cup my cheeks as he pulls me down to him. “Take what you need,” he repeats just before his mouth crashes against mine.
Tentatively, I raise my hips until his tip is the only thing inside me before falling back down. The feeling is so foreign, and my movements are a little wonky, but Sebastian doesn’t protest or try to rush me. He just kisses me, his hands roaming my body, twisting my nipples, licking my neck, tracing my back, as I start moving faster, my breaths coming out ragged as the pleasure slowly builds inside me.
“Penelope,” Sebastian groans. “I won’t be able to hold back much longer.”
“Don’t.”
“I’m not cumming without you,” he pants, his fingers digging into my hip as his other hand sneaks between our bodies, finding my clit and flicking it between his fingers. “I want to feel that tight pussy squeeze around me as I cum inside you. C’mon, baby. I know you have it in you.”
“Shit.” His dirty words unravel something inside me. My fingers on his shoulders tighten as I sink onto his hard length, rolling my hips just as he meets me halfway.
I thought the first orgasm was earth-shattering, but it had nothing on the feeling of him being inside me. A wave of pleasure slams into me, making my movements jerky as I chase the high.
“So fucking beautiful,” Sebastian whispers, his mouth covering mine and swallowing my moan as his hips meet mine, chasing his release until suddenly his body stiffens, and he’s cumming too.
My limp form falls over him, our sweaty bodies twined together. Sebastian pulls me to his chest. His heart is beating wildly under my ear, matching the rhythm of my heart, like a perfect symphony that’s made just for me.
Likehewas made for me.
And if that’s not the scariest thing, I don’t know what is.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
SEBASTIAN
Holy shit.
Can sex break a person?
Because I was pretty sure I was broken.
