Page 43 of Forever His Favorite
Emily barely had time to process the surge building inside her before it broke. A sharp, helpless cry tore from her throat as pleasure crashed through her. Intense, pulsing waves left her trembling around him. But Sebastian didn’t stop; his steady, claiming rhythm kept driving her higher, pulling another release from her before the first had even faded.
Emily could only whimper and clutch at Sebastian’s arms, her breath breaking in ragged gasps as he moved against her. Every glide of his body drew her closer to a place where control no longer existed.
When the overwhelming rush made her jolt forward on instinct, Sebastian’s hands were already there. He caught her wrists easily, dragging her back against him in one fluid, commanding pull. His body followed, pressing her down.
“Stay right here,” he murmured, his voice a deep, husky growl that vibrated against her ear. His palm slid from her waist to the delicate column of her throat, holding her still.
The sound of his breath was uneven now, heavier, as if he was fighting to keep control even while he stole hers. His other hand gripped her hip, guiding her back to meet the demanding thrusts of his body. Each movement was harder than the last.
“Sebastian…” Her voice broke on his name.
“That’s it,” he whispered, leaning closer until his chest pressed to her back, his mouth tracing the curve of her jaw and the edge of her ear. “Give it to me. Don’t hold back.”
Emily gasped, trembling so hard she almost slipped from his hold. But his arm tightened around her waist, keeping her steady, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
The tension built until it snapped, a rush so sharp it madeher cry out his name, her body breaking into shaking waves of release.
Sebastian groaned low and deep against her shoulder, the sound rough and guttural. His grip on her waist tightened as his own control shattered. With a hard, trembling breath, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, his body jerking once, twice — a raw, powerful release that left him shaking as he spilled into her warmth.
For a moment, they stayed tangled together, breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other. Sebastian’s lips brushed over her damp skin. Her shoulder, her neck, the corner of her mouth. Soft, claiming kisses that made her shiver even in her haze.
Then he lifted his head, eyes still dark and hungry, a faint, dangerous smile curving his lips. He kissed her deeply, slow but filled with heat, before whispering against her mouth.
“Again, baby.”
***
Emily finally succumbed to sleep, exhaustion pulling her under as the haunting memories of the night gradually faded from her mind.
Sebastian, restless and tense, got out of bed when his phone rang. He walked out of the room to answer it.
“Mr. Graves,” Leon said immediately, “those men were hired by Amelia. They admitted she paid them to attack Mrs. Graves. One of them also confessed that a few months ago, he had tried to attack Mrs. Graves after Mr. Cantrell’s business party. Amelia paid him to make it look like a car accident.”
Sebastian’s lips curled in disgust, fury burning in his chest. His fingers flexed as he tried to suppress the overwhelming rage threatening to consume him. “Let them contact Amelia,” he said, his voice low and controlled but sharp with menace. “Tell her the task is done. Let her come meet them.”
“Yes, Mr. Graves,” Leon answered, hanging up the phone.
The next morning, the doorbell rang. Sebastian strode to answer, only to find Harold rushing inside. Sebastian blocked the way.
“Sebastian, how is Miss Emily?” Harold asked nervously.
Sebastian’s eyes flashed with cold fire. “You were supposed to take care of her. Is this how you take care of her?” he demanded.
Harold took a step back, his face twisting with regret. “I… I am so sorry,” he muttered, voice low.
Sebastian inhaled deeply, his chest tightening with frustration. He didn’t respond immediately, though his expression softened slightly, betraying the storm inside.
Just then, his phone rang, cutting through the tension. He picked it up.
“Mr. Graves,” Leon said, urgency in his voice, “Amelia came to meet those two men. She’s at her house with them.”
Sebastian’s eyes blazed with untamed rage. He ended the call with a sharp click and turned to Harold.
“Stay with Emily for a few hours,” he ordered.
Harold nodded immediately. “Yes. Jeremy’s on his way too. We’ll take good care of Miss Emily, bro.”
Sebastian started to storm off, but Harold stepped in front of him. “Remember, you can’t kill people! If you kill them, you’ll go to jail. Who’s going to take care of Miss Emily then?”
