Page 83 of Addicted To His Favorite
His fingers traced the curves of her body, slipping under the gentle swell of her breasts until a single fingertip brushed the tender peak of her nipple over the nightdress.
“Mhmmm,” Emily shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She shifted instinctively, rolling onto her side and taking his hand with her. Now fully cradling her breast, he moved to lie beside her, his chest pressing against hers, feeling every tiny tremor she couldn’t hide.
His lips found her neck again, kissing, inhaling, tasting, while his hand caressed the curves of her waist and the gentle rise and fall of her ribcage. He bent down to take her nipple in his mouth, suckling softly, letting his tongue flick over the fabric and the sensitive skin beneath, teasing her, savoring her reactions.
Gently, he took hold of Emily’s shoulder and rolled her onto her back, settling her comfortably beneath him. His fingers found the tie holding her nightdress together, tugging it loose to expose her naked body, the delicate lines of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the smooth expanse of her stomach.
His fingers grazed over her taut nipple, rubbing it, making her shiver with every touch.
“It’s so soft, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Sliding beside her on the bed, he traced her neck with short, frantic strokes of his tongue, as if he wanted to drink her in completely.
Her scent—the combination of arousal, skin, and the faint trace of her perfume—drove him wild. His lips traveled from the softness of her neck to her earlobe, teasing the curve with careful, possessive licks.
“Ohh…” Emily moaned softly, her hands tangling in the sheets.
Finally, he reached the place he had been aching to taste since the first moment he saw her. Leaving her breasts for later, he adjusted himself between her legs, spreading them wide. His fingers traced her inner folds with precision, gentle yet demanding, drawing soft, inviting tremors from her body.
He lifted both of her legs sideways and slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them expertly.
His fingers began thrusting in and out of her tight heat, each stroke perfectly timed to tease and torment her.
“Ahhh… ahhhh… ahhhh…” Her body trembled against him, her hips lifting slightly with every thrust. His weight pressed her into the mattress, leaving no room to escape.
He traced her folds, felt her walls clench around his fingers, and the scent of her arousal thickened the air, making his heart pound in his chest.
Within seconds, she spilled into his hand, a shuddering, gasping release that left her trembling.
“Good,” he whispered, his voice rough and low, but he didn’t slow. His eyes darkened with hunger as he muttered under his breath, "Again, baby…”
“Ah!” she cried out, her body arching instinctively, craving more of him.
Sebastian twisted slightly, lifting one of her legs high into the air as he settled back on the bed, legs spread wide. The borrowed shirt clung to his back, the same one he’d grabbed from Adam’s room earlier. He stripped it off with a rough tug, letting it fall forgotten beside them, then shoved the trousers down and off the bed in the same motion.
His length pressed down against the sheets with a heavy thud, the tip glistening with precum as it left a slick trail on the fabric. Emily’s breath hitched, her body responding instantly to the sight and the proximity of him, every nerve alight with need.
He slid fully between her legs and rammed into her slick heat, filling her completely.
A moan escaped her throat, but he pressed his palm firmly over her mouth while lifting her hips high into the air with his other hand, driving into her with wild passion. He bent her body slightly to the side and began pumping at a fierce, relentless pace, squeezing her breast with his free hand as he claimed her completely.
“Ohhhhh… S… Sebastian…” she moaned, her body arching involuntarily against him.
He lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass, the sharp sound echoing through the room.
A faint red bloom spread across her pale skin. His fingers sank into the soft curve, giving it a hard squeeze before he rubbedover the sting, rough and possessive, drinking in every shiver that ran through her.
“Uhh… ahhhhhhhuhhh…” she whimpered with every stroke, her body trembling beneath him.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. She could hear someone walking nearby. A thrill, mixed with a tinge of fear, ran through her body, sending goosebumps over her flushed skin. His hand stayed firmly over her mouth, muffling her words and stifling her cries.
He leaned close, growling into her ear, “I can feel you clenching on me. Do you get excited when someone’s near?”
“Mmmhmmmm…” she squirmed, her face flushed with shame, yet she couldn’t hide her reaction. His thick rod slammed into her relentlessly, his body pressing her down against the bed, claiming her with every thrust.
He buried his face in her neck, kissing and licking, his tongue racing across her heated skin as he leaned forward, savoring her scent and taste. Suddenly, he pulled almost all the way out, only to thrust back in, driving into her with brutal, almost animalistic force.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she instinctively grabbed the first thing within reach, clinging to him while a low, rough growl rumbled from his chest. He lifted his head, his gaze locking on hers, before driving into her with a wild, unrestrained force, each thrust making the bed shudder beneath them.
