His fingers traced lazily down her leg, trailing over the back of her knee, drawing a helpless moan from her. She tried to jerk her leg away, but—
Smack.
His palm came down hard against her ass, the sound echoing sharply as she whimpered, burying her face in her arms before reluctantly moving her leg back into place.
Sebastian’s touch drifted down her other leg, lingering along her thigh, her knee, her ankle, then teasing the delicate arch of her foot. She writhed, her body taut with sensitivity, but his eyes never left the glistening mess between her thighs. Her arousal dripped freely, running down her inner thighs in a shameless trail.
At last, his fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing softly, circling with cruel patience.
“Mmhhh,” Emily gasped, her muffled plea barely escaping past the gag.
He ignored it, sliding his fingers inside her once more, stroking her walls until her body clenched around him. With a sudden, sharp smack to her ass, he pulled them out again, leaving her empty and trembling.
“You want more?” Sebastian asked darkly, tracing a wet finger up the curve of her back. “Beg me.”
Her legs shivered violently, the cold air tormenting her open center, making her ache even more. His fingers brushed hernub again, coaxing a ragged cry from her lips, only to withdraw before she could savor the relief.
“Beg me,” he demanded again, his frustration slipping into his tone.
Emily stayed silent, though her legs tried to close against the unbearable vulnerability. He noticed instantly, forcing them apart once more, his fingers finding her clit again.
“Mmmhh…” Emily moaned, her voice muffled, her body betraying her.
She clenched her jaw around the gag, her body shook with need. The sight of her whimpering only made his hunger worse.
His gaze locked on her sweaty, flushed face, and with a growl he wrapped his hand around his thick shaft, stroking it slowly, letting her see just how much she affected him.
The head of his rod brushed against her clit, teasing, stroking lightly. Each touch made her body jerk, her slick folds growing wetter until her arousal ran freely down her thighs, dripping to the floor.
With torturous patience, he pressed his crown into her entrance, sliding just barely inside before pulling out again, over and over. The shallow intrusion left her whimpering, her body desperate for more even as he refused to give it.
Her legs glistened with wetness, her arousal dripping down to her ankles, evidence of just how much she wanted him. He could see her body begging, even if her mouth remained stubbornly shut.
She felt the familiar stretch, the burn of him as he slid halfway into her, then stilled. His fingers gripped her hips tightly,trembling with restraint. The sound of her soft whimper filled the air, shattering the silence.
His lips pressed against her shoulder in a rough kiss as his hand slid down to her clit, rubbing in slow, tormenting circles while his shaft moved only inches inside her. He gave her just enough to taste him—but never enough to satisfy.
Emily’s whole body ached, her need wound so tight she thought she might break. She tried to press back against him, reaching for more, craving the release that he kept dangling just out of reach.
“More,” she finally whispered, her voice raw and desperate. “Please!”
Chapter 23 Marriage
Sebastian groaned against her neck, his control snapping. He shoved her forward until her forehead pressed against the headboard, and then he drove into her, burying himself deep inside her tight heat.
“Good girl,” he grunted darkly, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled back only to slam into her again.
Emily’s face pressed into the headboard, her mouth opening in a silent scream as he began to fuck her with rough, punishing strokes. Each thrust was deep, rough, shaking her whole body until she had no control left.
Colors exploded behind her closed eyelids—flashes of red, bursts of white—her mind fracturing under the force of his possession. Her swollen nipples rubbed raw against the leather, her lips wet with saliva as she panted and moaned helplessly.
“Ahhh—!” The cry ripped from her throat when his pace turned brutal, his thrusts pounding into her like he was desperate to wring every sound out of her. “Ah… ahhh!”
Sebastian’s face was twisted in raw pleasure, his jaw clenched, teeth bared as a guttural groan tore from his chest. His eyes were half-lidded, dark with hunger as he looked down at her.
“Fuck!” he growled, voice thick and rough.
Her breath hitched, a broken whimper slipping out. “S… slow down,” she pleaded, her hands clawing at the wood as she tried to crawl forward, desperate to escape the overwhelming stretch of him filling her so deep it ached against her womb.