Page 30 of Addicted To His Favorite
Sebastian’s hands roamed with roughness—over her ribs, along her sides, cupping her breasts hard enough to make her whimper. His fingers pinched and kneaded, teasing and tormenting, dragging a shiver through her body with every squeeze.
“Ahh—Sebastian…” she moaned, voice breaking, hips pressing into him without conscious thought.
Sebastian’s mouth left hers only to trail down her neck, his kisses rough, making her skin burn wherever his lips touched. His hands held her firmly in place on the table as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
Emily’s fingers tangled in his hair, her head tilting back helplessly when his mouth closed around the pulse in her throat, sucking until she whimpered.
“Mmmhhh…” she breathed again, voice shaking, but he only growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her skin.
His hands slid lower, gripping her thighs now, pulling her toward the very edge of the table until she was nearly falling off. One strong arm circled her waist, holding her steady while the other pushed her legs apart.
She trembled as his mouth moved lower—over the hollow of her collarbone, between her breasts, then lower still until his hotbreath fanned over her stomach. Her hands clutched the edge of the table like she might break it in half.
“Hah—” she gasped, but her voice cracked, betrayed by the way her body arched toward him instead of away.
His head dipped lower, lips brushing the soft curve just above her navel, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Emily’s breath hitched sharply, her knuckles white against the edge of the table.
Chapter 10 Don’t Stop
Sebastian’s fingers found the thin strap of her dress. With one quick tug, it slipped off her shoulder. Then the other followed, the fabric pooling around her waist until the top half of her dress hung uselessly. He leaned back just long enough to look at her—eyes blazing, breath harsh—before pushing the rest of the dress down over her hips.
Emily made a small, startled sound as the cool air met her bare skin, but it vanished instantly when his mouth claimed her again.
His hands slid to her sides, gripping firmly as his lips moved over the swell of her breast, tongue teasing the sensitive curve before closing around her hardened peak. The sensation was almost too much, sharp heat sparking straight through her body as she arched against him helplessly.
“Sebastian… oh…” her voice broke into a gasp, trembling hands tangling in his hair.
He didn’t stop. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, licking, sucking, tasting her like he was starving. Every flick of his tongue, every rough drag of his teeth sent shivers down her spine until her legs threatened to give out completely.
Only then did he reach lower, fingers slipping beneath the last scrap of fabric left between them. He peeled her underwear away slowly, as though he wanted her to feel every second of it sliding down her thighs before it fell to the floor.
Sebastian looked up at her once more—eyes dark, voice ragged. “You’re trembling, Emily,” he murmured, his hands spreading along her thighs, pushing them apart as his mouth pressed one last kiss above her stomach. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her head shook violently before she even realized it, breathless words tumbling out. “No… don’t stop.”
And then his mouth moved lower.
His mouth traced the edge of her hipbone first, lingering like he wanted to drive her mad before he gave her what she wanted. His hands pinned her thighs open as his lips moved across the soft skin of her inner thigh, teasing, dragging slow kisses higher and higher until she thought she might break apart just from the anticipation.
Emily’s fingers curled tight into his hair, her body trembling under the slow, tormenting pace he kept. “Sebastian…” she whispered again, but it came out as a plea this time.
He hummed low in his throat, the vibration sending heat spiraling through her as his mouth finally brushed where she was aching for him most. One teasing flick of his tongue made her gasp out loud, her hips jerking before his arm locked her steady against the table.
“Hold still,” he murmured against her, his voice rough with restraint, breath warm where she needed him most.
Emily’s legs trembled against his grip, but his hands were holding her thighs wide open on either side of him as thoughhe owned every part of her. The table beneath her felt cool, but everywhere he touched burned—his palms, his mouth, the scrape of his stubble against her sensitive skin.
Then his tongue moved again, one long, unhurried stroke that made her spine bow and a broken sound catch in her throat. She clutched his hair harder, desperate for more, but he didn’t give it right away.
He teased her instead, lips and tongue working in languid, repeated patterns that left her gasping, hips trying to lift toward him until his arm came around her waist to keep her still.
Every flick of his tongue sent heat rushing through her veins. Every press of his mouth had her breath hitching, her body clenching with want.
“Sebastian… please…” It came out barely a whisper, broken, pleading, her voice shaking as much as the rest of her.
He lifted his head for a fraction of a second, eyes dark, lips glistening as they curved faintly. “Please what?” he asked, his tone rough but teasing, as if he wasn’t already unraveling her inch by inch.
But she couldn’t even form the words because his mouth was on her again—deeper this time, tongue circling with wicked precision until her thighs shook violently in his grip.
