Page 136 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

I tried not to die.Okay then.

He stripped off his own clothes, ridiculously fast, each perfect inch of skin revealed, making my mouth go dry. He made quick work of my jeans, kissing the bulge of my dick through my briefs. Catching the material in his teeth, he pulled it down, nose gliding down my thigh.

My dick sprang free, achingly hard and already dripping.

Seb’s lips traced feather-light paths along my inner thigh, working their way higher until his tongue found my head. When it brushed against the very tip, licking up what it found there with a soft sound, I forgot how to breathe, every muscle in my body tensing with pleasure. Soon, the careful attention he lavished upon me had me writhing, my fingers twisting in the sheets. His mouth enveloped me with wet sucks, drawing a broken moan from my throat. The vibration of his answering, pleased hum sent sparks of bliss shooting through me.

“Seb, fuck!” The warning was clear in my voice—I was so close already.

He pulled away with an obscene pop, and I whimpered at the loss. His cool fingers wrapped around my cock, giving just a few teasing strokes, and my hips jerked up desperately.

“Please!”

He immediately stopped, squeezing the base of my cock hard enough to make me gasp. “Not until I’m inside you.”

A groan spilled out of me. “Quickly then!” A sudden thought pierced through my lust-addled brain. “Please tell me you brought the lube up here?”

“What do you take me for, a fool?” He reached over me to retrieve the small bottle from under a pillow. “But first, turn over.”

He grabbed my hip, twisting me so I was on my hands and knees. His cool lips pressed against one of my cheeks, then the other. Then his handsguided my thighs apart as his mouth moved lower, trailing kisses against the inside of my thigh.

He brought one of my balls into his mouth.

I cried out, my volume only increasing when he began lavishing it with gentle sucks. He did the same to the other one as his hands smoothed reverently up the back of my thighs. His touch was tender, worshipful, his fingers pressing patterns into my skin. When his breath ghosted across sensitive flesh, followed by the first careful press of tongue, I lost all coherent thought.

My world narrowed to pure sensation. He started with just the rim—gentle, teasing circles that had me gripping the sheets. Gradually, he increased the pressure until I was trembling beneath him. I tried to keep still, I really did, but my body betrayed me, demanding more of his touch. My thighs widened as he worked me with his tongue, each careful thrust drawing desperate sounds from my throat.

My head fell forward into the pillow, muffling my stream of curses as he explored with devastating thoroughness, alternating between broad strokes and precise attention that left me gasping.

This wasn’t merely sex.

This was worship.

“Seb…” I managed between ragged breaths, my whole body aflame with need.

The click of the bottle cap made my stomach flip. Cool liquid dripped between my cheeks, making me shiver, but his hands were there instantly, catching the escaping drops and pushing them back up.

“Do you touch yourself?” he asked, and I almost choked.

“Yes.”

“While you think of me?”

If only he knew how many times in the last week.

“Yes. Fucking hell,yes.”

When the first finger breached me—ever so slowly, ever so carefully—my breathcaught in my throat.

Seb leaned over me, body blanketing mine to brush his lips across my shoulder blades, trailing gentle kisses along my skin. He pushed deeper, so deep I cried out, but his mouth was there to catch the sound. I sucked on his tongue, matching the rhythm of his finger, losing myself to the dual sensations.

He let my mouth go, and I panted, resting my forehead on my clasped hands.

When he added a second finger, the slight burn made me hiss, but his voice was there, soft and adoring. “My sweet angel.Mi amor.You’re doing so beautifully.”

I melted into the mattress, boneless with pleasure. He shifted to lie beside me, his calf sliding against my leg as his fingers worked deeper, searching. When they found that spot inside me, sparks exploded behind my eyes.

“Now. I need younow,” I pleaded, because I needed him inside me more than I needed air.

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