Page 71 of Forbidden Sins

It feels warm and velvety, silk wrapped around steel, and I lap at him again, moaning softly at the taste. “I could play with you for hours like this, I think,” I murmur, flicking my tongue out again, and Sebastian moans.

“I’ve died and fucking gone to heaven.” He’s gripping the dresser with both hands now, leaning back against it as he looks down at me with something like wonder on his face. “Christ, you’re fucking perfect—ohGod?—”

He moans as I do my best to wrap my lips around the tip, taking more of him into my mouth as I slowly work my way down. I can’t get far before it’s too much, but I lap and suck at what I can fit, working my hand down his shaft until Sebastian suddenly groans and lets go of the dresser, reaching down to grab my arms and pull me up and away from him.

I let out a whimper of protest, and he chuckles, picking me up in one swift movement that leaves me pressed against him, my legs automatically going around his hips as he carries me over to the bed.

“If it’s too much,” he warns me as he lays me back on the pillows, “I’ll do my best to stop. Just tell me, Estella.”

“I won’t want you to stop,” I promise breathlessly, but he shakes his head.

“Just tell me, okay?”

I nod. “Okay,” I whisper, as he moves over me, his mouth brushing against mine again as he kisses me. I feel the heavy, hot weight of his cock against my belly, throbbing with need, and I arch up into him instinctively, grabbing at his shoulders. “Sebastian, I need?—”

“I know what you need,” he promises, murmuring the words against my lips. “We’ll take it slow. You need slow tonight, dove. There will be other nights for hard and fast, I promise. But I don’t want to hurt you.” He kisses me again, a firm press of his mouth against mine. “I will never hurt you, Estella.”

His lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, then down the column of my throat. I gasp when he finds a particularly sensitive spot, and I feel him smile against my skin.

"You like that?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck.

"Yes," I breathe, arching into him.

"I've thought about this," he confesses, his lips dragging lower, down to the edge of my collarbone. "Touching you.Tasting you." His fingers skim over my ribs, making me shiver. "Hearing the sounds you'd make when I make you come."

Heat floods my cheeks at his words, but it's nothing compared to the fire building low in my belly. "Sebastian..." I arch up into him. “Please?—”

His tongue flicks into the hollow between my collarbones. “Slow, princess. Wait, and it will be all the better for it.”

I can’t keep myself from touching him as he continues his slow journey downward. My hands slide over his back, his sides, down to his hips, mapping him with a tentative grazing of my fingers, careful of his bruises and his wounds. My fingers trace against old scars, too, and I remind myself to ask him about them later. To give me the story of who he was, before I knew him.

His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they harden into tight peaks. When he lowers his head to take one into his mouth, I cry out, my back bowing off the bed.

"That's it," he murmurs against my skin. "I want to memorize every sound you make, Estella."

His mouth is hot and wet, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucks hard enough to make me whimper. He gives the same attention to my other breast, and by the time he's done, I'm squirming beneath him, desperate for something I can't quite name.

His hand slides down the curve of my waist, down to the edge of my panties. He looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine in silent question. I nod, lifting my hips to help as he slides them down my legs, slowly, his hands grazing my skin as he does and sending tremors of heat through me. Then I'm naked beneath him, exposed in a way I've never been before.

He rises up on his knees, tossing the panties to one side as he gently spreads my legs open with a hand on each of my knees, hisgaze locking on the most intimate part of me, where no one has ever looked at me before.

For a moment, I feel a flicker of self-consciousness, but the raw hunger in Sebastian's gaze chases it away.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "So perfect. So fucking perfect for me.”

I let out a small whimper at his words, the praise only adding to my arousal as Sebastian’s hands slide up my legs slowly. My breath quickens as his fingers trace patterns on my inner thighs, moving higher with each pass but never quite where I need him.

"Sebastian," I beg, pleading for something that I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. I know some of what comes next, in a rudimentary, academic kind of way, but not in any way that ever made me think it could feel like this. I feel as if my body is burning up from the inside out, aching to be filled, to be given some nameless pleasure that feels as if it has the potential to be so much more than anything I ever gave myself. I look at his dark, hungry expression, the predatory smile on his lips as his gaze drifts up from my pussy to my pleading face, and his grip on my thighs tightens ever so slightly.

“Patience, princess,” he murmurs. “I’ve waited a long time for this. I don’t want to rush. Not the first time.” His hands stroke higher. “I want us both to remember it.”

As if I could ever forget.My pulse is racing, my entire body taut, waiting for what comes next. When his fingers finally brush against my center, tracing the edge of my folds before dipping between them, I let out a gasp at the contact.

It feels electric, just that light touch sending shudders through my body, my hips arching up for more. I’m soaking wet, my inner thighs sticky with it, and I feel a flicker of embarrassment. But the hungry look on Sebastian’s face suggests that he’s not disappointed.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking over my clit and sending another jolt of toe-curling pleasure through me. “All for me, princess.”

“Only for you,” I gasp, my hips arching into his hand. “Only ever you, Sebastian.”

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