Page 103 of Mine Again
I shift under his touch, but I can’t seem to wake fully. My head feels foggy, like I’m underwater, every thought slow and muffled. Or like I’ve had too much wine and not enough air.
Oh, I did… though it was champagne, not wine.
God, I don’t remember anything after walking down the aisle.
And I don’t want to. Not now anyway. Not with whatever Sebastian is doing to me.
A low groan escapes me as he grips my hips firmly and flicks his tongue over my clit.
Oh, that’s so good.
I lift my hips, pressing closer to his mouth. A chuckle leaves him, fanning across my skin, making me shiver.
“So eager for me to eat that pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, repeating that delicious flick over my clit.
His voice is muffled under the sheets and between my thighs, but the sound sends another surge of heat through me.
Sebastian sounds… raw. I’ve never heard him like this. Rough. Hungry.
Is this what he sounds like when he’s aroused?
My hands roam beneath the sheets, trailing down over skin that’s feverish to the touch. I find his head, fingers sliding into his hair, nails scraping across his scalp. He groans, his hold on me tightening.
When his tongue dives between my folds, licking me like he already knows every inch, my fingers dig into his shoulders and I pull him closer.
A moan rips from my throat. “Madonna mia,” I whisper, half-gone already.
His tongue flicks, slow and firm, right where I’m aching. My hips jolt.
“God, I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he murmurs against me. The vibration makes me whimper.
“You’re so sweet,” he says, dragging his tongue along me with maddening patience. “And so fucking mine. Never forget that.”
As if to mark his claim, he sucks my clit into his mouth, hard.
My toes curl.
I tremble, fists clenching the sheets.
His voice sounds like memory. Like heat soaked in sunlight. Like home.
Home?
Even in my hazy state, my mind rebels at the thought of Sebastian Moretti as home. Only one man ever felt like that. And part of me is desperate to hold on to him.
I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine.
Imagine it’s no longer Sebastian between my legs… but the man I gave my heart to when I was young.
And just like that, something in me softens.
If it’s Luca, I can let go.
With him, I’m safe. I always was. He knew every part of me, and I trusted him with all of it.
I still do.
It’s okay to pretend, isn’t it?
