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His lips found her neck again, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, tongue flicking over the spots he’d marked.
Emily arched into him, back pressing against his chest, legs wrapping around his waist. She shivered uncontrollably, every nerve alive, every touch driving her higher. He pounded into her with wild precision, every thrust making her cry out, every moan driving him further.
“Ahhh… Sebastian…” she gasped, trembling under him.
He bent lower, licking along her collarbone, over the swell of her breast, teasing her, tasting her, all while thrusting hard and deep, completely consuming her. Her body quivered under him, soaked, shivering, helpless, entirely his.
“Cum for me again, baby,” he growled, hips slamming into her, voice rough with need. “Let go… I want all of you.”
Her back arched violently, hands clutching his shoulders as her release hit, shaking around him. He didn’t stop, each thrust powerful, driving them both to the edge again, claiming her completely.
He rolled them slightly, pressing his body against hers again. His hands traced her curves, lips finding her neck and collarbone, teasing, sucking, biting. She moaned, arching into him, nails digging into his shoulders.
Her back arched, hips moving instinctively to match his. Her moans grew ragged, desperate, her body trembling under his hands.
He whispered against her ear, “Again… one more. For me. Just one more.”
She gasped, chest rising and falling fast. Her body ached, every nerve on fire—but her hips moved on their own, responding to him. “Okay… one more,” she whispered, giving in completely.
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“Go, hurry!” Emily hissed, her hands on Sebastian’s chest as she pushed him toward the door. Her voice trembled with urgency. “Why didn’t you leave last night?! It’s already seven in the morning—my parents must be awake by now.”
Sebastian smirked lazily, clearly savoring her panic. “Why didn’t I leave?” he murmured, leaning closer, voice dipping into a teasing drawl. “I was exhausted, Mrs. Graves. After all the hard work it took to please you last night, I needed you in my arms to sleep.”
He bent toward her again, eyes glinting with heat, clearly aiming for another kiss.
Emily shoved at his shoulders, her cheeks burning crimson. “Don’t you dare say things like that!” she hissed, voice sharp but low. “You’ll get me in trouble—my parents will catch you sooner or later if you keep this up. It’s been the whole night, Sebastian. You didn’t stop for a single second, and now you’re telling me you needed sleep?” Her voice cracked, trembling at the memory of his endless demands last night. “When did you even sleep—or let me sleep?”
Sebastian’s lips curled, his stare softening with fierce desire even as raw need glimmered in his eyes. He leaned closer, voice dropping to a low, husky promise. “I can fix that right now. Two more hours. I’ll make sure you fall asleep and then I’ll go back to my room.”
‘As if you would leave me alone once we get in bed? Liar!’ Emily thought with a glare, already seeing straight through his plan.
She grabbed his arm, practically dragging him the last few steps toward the door. “Just go before someone sees you!”
Before she could shove him out, Sebastian’s hand shot out with lightning speed, catching her by the waist. He pulled her flush against his chest, the solid heat of him stealing her breath. His mouth crushed onto hers, his bottom lip sliding over hers before his tongue swept in, tasting her, coaxing her lips apart.
Emily gasped against his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders, heart hammering so hard she swore he could feel it. Heat rushed through her in waves, leaving her dizzy.
Then—a loud, heavy thud echoed from the stairs. Footsteps pounded toward them, sharp and fast. Their kiss broke instantly. Emily’s head snapped toward the sound, eyes widening in alarm as Adam came into view, fury blazing in his eyes as he strode toward them.
“Sebastian!” he barked. The second Adam reached them, his fist swung with terrifying force, landing squarely across Sebastian’s face.
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“Oh my God!” Emily screamed, her hands flying to cover her mouth as panic gripped her chest. She rushed forward, her heart hammering in her ears, but Adam’s grip on Sebastian’s collar was like iron.
He yanked him backward with a sudden, unstoppable strength, dragging him down the staircase as if Sebastian weighed nothing at all.
The sound of their movements echoed through the house—the scrape of feet on polished wood, the muffled thud of Sebastian’s boots against the steps, and Emily’s shallow, terrified breaths.
Sebastian didn’t resist. He didn’t swing, didn’t curse, didn’t struggle. He stayed perfectly still, letting Adam haul him down easily.
The noise drew George and Diana from their room. They froze in shock as they watched Adam march Sebastian to the front door.
“Adam! What on earth—?” Diana began, but Adam didn’t stop. With a sudden shove, he flung the front door open and hurled Sebastian into the rain-soaked street. The rain splashed around him, drenching his hair and clothes, but he caught himself, jaw set.
“Adam—”
