Page 142 of Soulbound
Sebastian's hands slid down the backs of her thighs, and he lifted her onto the vanity. Their eyes met, his stark and silver, and then he was shoving her thighs apart, forcing himself into the vee of them.
Cleo cried out, catching at his wet coat lapels. "Please—"
He captured her mouth, a hard, demanding kiss with no respite. No words. No words. And his hands slid down her robe, skating over her breasts, her nipples, even as his lips bruised hers. He fisted his fingers in her robe, tearing it apart.
Cleo's head swirled as they broke apart, and she gasped in air. Candlelight etched shadows beneath his cheekbones, giving him a predatory look.
But this was her predator. And she wanted to be consumed by him.
Hooking her fingers in his mouth, she snagged the tip of them on his teeth and hauled him back to her. Another kiss made of pure desire. It bruised her lip, and their teeth met, but she wasn't done yet. Capturing his hands, she pressed them to her naked breasts, moaning at the sensation of his touch. Any of her earlier shyness vanished. He wanted her. He wanted forever. And the darkness within her stretched and awoke, though it obeyed her now. She wanted to own him. Heart and soul.
"You already do," he rasped.
And then he was kissing his way down her body, hauling her hips to the edge of the vanity as his mouth locked over her nipple.
Ecstasy lanced through her. Cleo cried out, arching into his mouth and clinging to his hair. Teeth scored her delicate nipple. Then he turned to the other. It was far too overwhelming. She slumped back against the mirror as his hands bit into her thighs, hauling her against him.
The rasp of his trousers was such a foreign sensation between her thighs that she opened her eyes in shock. Sebastian never looked away from her as he thrust against her, a delicate sort of torture. Then he put one hand on her chest, forcing her to wilt back.
Dragging her hips off the vanity left her in a precarious position. The only thing holding her there was his hands, cupped beneath each thigh. Sebastian pressed a kiss directly between her breasts. Then lower, and Cleo's fingers curled into a fist in his hair as he kissed his way lower....
The wet lash of his tongue was enough to undo her. He kissed her sex with blunt possession, his tongue stabbing into her. The sensation lashed along her spine, erupting in little bumps all over her body.
"Sebastian!" she blurted, but she pressed his face closer to her, grinding her hips up. Oh, merciful goddess. Cleo arched her head back, carelessly trapping his head between her thighs.
The press of his mouth was indescribable. Inescapable. He'd been kind before. But not now. This was fierce and unstoppable, a flash fire burning through her veins. He consumed her with lips, and teeth, and tongue. She came with a loud cry, the explosion wracking through her.
"No more! No more!" she begged, and she could finally breathe again when he lifted his head.
Every inch of her body felt molten. She pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead, breathing hard. Moving seemed beyond her.
Ever again.
A soft kiss brushed against her hip. Then another a little higher, skating over her ribs. Cleo shivered. This wasn't done. Capturing his hand, she pressed a kiss to the back of it, and Sebastian glanced up from beneath those dangerous lashes, a faint, hawkish smile touching his swollen mouth, before he found her nipple. The hot clasp of his mouth was utterly sinful. She'd thought there was nothing left inside her, but a single touch and he fanned all the smoldering flames within her to life.
Cleo's heart nearly stopped as she cupped his face in her hands, lifting him to her mouth so she could claim another kiss. I love you. She knew he caught the edge of it, for a shudder went through his hard body.
A hand reached behind her, clutching at something. A towel. She caught a glimpse of it, as he folded it neatly beside her, over the edge of the timber.
"What are you—" Oh. The simple gesture—to protect her body from the hard edge of the vanity—touched her.
Flipping her over, he pressed her hips into the towel, his entire body molding to hers from behind. The fabric of his coat and trousers seemed rough against her sensitive skin, and there was something about the situation—about being practically naked, whilst he was still fully clothed—that made her inner muscles clench with need again. That wicked mouth scraped along her throat, his stubble sending a rasp of sensation through her. His hand covered her mouth, and she bit into his fingers as he slid the skirt of her robe up over her bottom, pressing a knee between her thighs.
"I love it when you scream my name," he whispered, reaching between them. He tugged at something, and then she felt the blunt edge of his cock brush up against her. The head of it dipped through the wet folds of her sex. "Scream it, Cleo. Scream it."
And she did as she was told as he thrust within her, sheathing his erection within her wetness, his hips slapping against her bottom.
"Sebastian!"
Another thrust. She bit his fingers, feeling like she was going to fracture. To fly apart into a million pieces.
"Scream it," he demanded, his hand delving down the front of her and cupping her firmly. Slow fingers moved through her wet folds, his index centering on that one particularly sensitive area, as if he knew exactly where it was. He pressed small circles there, pushing her inexorably toward the edge of another pleasure cliff.
The orgasm slammed through her, making her cry out. Her whole body shook, even as he thrust, hammering her against the vanity. Only the press of the towel he'd laid there cushioned her hips.
He hauled her close, turning her face to the side so he could kiss her again, frantic and furious. "Cleo. Cleo." The words tumbled from his lips in time to the thrust of his hips.
She reached out to him through the bond, desperate to share this moment. It bloomed to life within her heart, her mind.... Suddenly there was no Cleo. No Sebastian. They were one and whole, heartbeats locking into the same shocking rhythm. Pleasure surged up through him, and she wasn't certain which one of them cried out....
