Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Feeling my desperation, Sebastian returned to my clit and gently pushed two fingers inside me.
It was like an explosion, the sensational release sliding through me as I shuddered against Sebastian’s mouth.
Sebastian wiped his lips against my thigh and the slight roughness of his unshaven cheeks rasped deliciously against my skin. I trembled in the aftermath of climax, holding his smoldering gaze.
“Tell me you love me,” he demanded.
Surprise shot through me. “Sebastian …”
He waited.
The words stuck in my throat.
His jaw set with a ferocious hunger. “By the time I’m done with you, Sawyer, you’re going to scream those three little words for me.”
My pulse leapt at the vow.
He moved upward over me. “I can’t believe I spent God knows how long with my face buried between these gorgeous tits, completely unaware.”
I chuckled throatily, arching my back in instinct. My nipples peaked and my breasts were swollen with want of attention. But his touch wasn’t greedy. It was loving as Sebastian trailed his fingertips with excruciating slowness across my collarbone and down toward the rise of my breasts. His cock was hard and hot against my leg, the tip wet with precum.
“Sebastian.”
Gently, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me so deeply, I could taste myself. This time his kiss was slower and filled with so much love, it brought tears to my eyes. My hands curled around his biceps, feeling his strength, his adoration, and those three important words pushed their way up from inside the depths of my soul.
With light strokes, Sebastian relearned every inch of me—my ribs, my waist, my stomach. Almost in habit, I tried to pull his hands away from my soft belly, but he shot me a chiding look. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of you,” he reminded me. Then his hands glided around to my arse, and his kiss deepened again as he drew me against his arousal. The hunger returned tenfold, his tongue caressing mine in deep, wet strokes. It was like he was determined to make love to me, but another part of him wanted to fuck me until I couldn’t breathe.
I was happy with either, truthfully.
As I stroked my hands down his arms, the touch seemed to calm him, and his kiss grew gentler. Sebastian eventually eased away, and my lips stung in the air, swollen from all the attention. His own mouth appeared bee stung. The earlier possessiveness I’d felt roared through me as I stared hotly at his lips. Then he was kissing me again, but this time wet, hungry kisses down my throat and chest.
Desire rippled low in my belly as he played with my breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching my nipples. All the time his eyes vacillated between my face and my breasts. I thrust into his touch, muttering my need for him.
“Tell me you love me,” he demanded again.
“Sebastian …”
“Tell me.” His mouth closed around my nipple and he sucked on it. My thighs clamped around his hips as my lower body arched into the sensation scoring through me.
“Sebastian!”
Suddenly, whatever war he’d been fighting to go slow was lost. He reached for the condom and ripped it out of the wrapper. He sat up, expression taut with fierceness.
I devoured the sight of his strong body above me. His tight abs and broad shoulders. The impressive cock he rolled the condom onto.
Sebastian Thorne was beautiful.
And he was mine.
His eyes flashed with something. Something I didn’t quite understand. Whatever it was it had him pulling me gently up to straddle him. Then he guided me over him, his arousal hot beneath me.
Sebastian touched my chin, bringing my head up. My fingers curled into the back of his shoulders as I took in his expression. “I love you. I know you’re afraid to say it back. But I need you to know I … I wasn’t lying when I said you’re everything to me, Lily. Everything. I didn’t … I didn’t know it was possible to love anyone this much.”
Tears filled my eyes. I had to let go of that final barrier between us or this was never going to work.
“I love you too, Sebastian. I’m so in love with you.” My confession ended on a gasp as Sebastian slid his hand along the back of my neck, tangling in my hair to grab a handful. His kiss was bruising, desperate.
He broke it only to murmur against my lips, “Thank fuckity fuck.” He seemed to shudder in relief. Then he gently tugged my head back, arched my chest, and covered my right nipple with his mouth.
I gasped as sensation slammed through me, my hips rocking as he sucked, laved, and nipped at me. Tension coiled between my legs, tightening and tightening as he moved between my breasts, his hot mouth, his tongue—
“Sebastian …” I was going to come again with only this.