"You need this?" he growls, sliding out a few inches before thrusting back into me. He moves shallowly, as if he's testing to make sure I'm really ready.
I am though. I so am because that feels incredible.
"Sebastian," I moan, tipping my head back against the pillow as those fireworks start popping inside me again. "You feel so good inside me. You're so big. God, I feel you everywhere." I don't know what I expected sex to be like, but I definitely didn't expect it to be like this. He's so deep and I'm so full. My hips cradle his, soft to his hard. We're yin and yang again, completely different, yet evenly matched. Made to fit one another.
"Jesus," he groans, dipping his head to pull one of my nipples into his mouth. He rocks his hips at the same time, sliding out a few inches and then back in. His teeth rake across my nipple. He slides out further this time before pushing his way back into me, impaling me on his cock.
I moan my pleasure, rocking below him, eager for more.
"You're so sexy," Sebastian mutters, planting his fists on the bed on each side of me. He leans down to bite my other nipple and then he really starts moving, gliding in and out of me quickly.
I feel the head of his cock dragging against my inner walls, hitting some spot inside that I didn't even know existed. I cry out his name, pleading for him to do it again.
"Look at you, greedy for my cock. Begging for it." He thrusts deep and then circles his hips so he grinds against my clit and that magical spot inside at the same time.
I shout his name, a flood of arousal soaking me and his cock.
"God, I love the way you sound when you're turned on. It makes me so fucking hard. I ache, baby." He presses his lips to mine, makes a distressed sound, like he's too turned on to control himself but afraid to let go.
Instinctive understanding has me wrapping my other leg around his hip, pulling him closer. "Make me yours," I whisper, lifting up to place my lips against my ear. "I want all of you, Sebastian. Don't make me beg for it."
"Baby, Paradise. Jesus," he groans, the sound agonized. He totters on the edge, his control stretched to the limit. I nip at his lobe and then his neck, stretching it even further. The bonds snap in two, his loud roar the only warning I get before he lets go and takes what he wants from me.
His powerful thrusts send the bed tapping against the wall. He takes me hard then. Each wicked thrust has me dragging my nails down his back, crying his name into the room, arching toward him.
Every time I cry out his name, he growls mine and goes deeper, harder. He's a machine, ruthless as he pounds into me. His cock nudges against my cervix. The split second of pain bleeds into a deeper pleasure, one I feel everywhere. Until I'm no longer crying his name, but screaming it, my voice breaking as he holds me tighter, fucks me harder, loving me to the brink of insanity and then pushing me over the edge.
I fall hard, crashing backward into waves of electrified pleasure. They close over me, drowning me in bliss. He still doesn't stop. He shouts my name, his hips slamming into mine as he goes wild for me, fucking me hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs.
"Christ, little owl. This tight cunt is magic," he growls. "Begging me to fuck it like I can't stop. Jesus. I can't stop."
"Sebastian," I whimper, delirious with pleasure.
"Next time, I'm taking you from behind. I want to see that sexy ass bouncing while you're creaming all over my cock. I'm going to imprint my dick in that hole one day too, little owl. Claim every single inch of you. Going to make sure everyone knows you spread your legs for you boss, let him claim that ripe little cherry."
He buries his face in my throat, licking and biting me as he grunts and curses, claiming me so hard I know I'm going to feel him tomorrow. The filthiest words leave his lips, and that drives me wild. Makes me want him, need him, even more.
I come again, screaming for him. He still doesn't let up, not until I'm wrecked beneath him, pleading for mercy because my body is so sensitive every thrust sends me careening toward another orgasm, one so big, I'm not at all sure I can handle it.
"Please," I gasp, trembling beneath him. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
His lips find mine, grounding me in reality again. He eases off, gliding in and out of me in slow, sure strokes. I wrap myself around him, holding him as tightly as I can, clutching him to me like he might disappear if I don't. Or like I might.
His heart pounds against my chest, thundering for me. His skin is slick with sweat, little rivulets running down the ridges of his abdomen. He's Ares and Eros, ferocious in his power and powerfully gentle. He makes love to me slowly, gently, whispering the sweetest words in my ear this time.
How good I feel. How sweet I am. How much he adores me.
His lips find my skin, pressing his devotion into me in sweet little pecks that have me climbing toward the peak one final time for him. I'm not afraid of it this time though. Not with him guiding me through it, not with him teaching me…loving me.
"Never letting you go, little owl," he whispers. "Never ever."
I slip over the edge into bliss one more time, moaning and gasping.
He follows me over this time, thrusting deep. His head kicks back, my name leaving his lips in a powerful cry of completion. He trembles and moans in my arms, his body shuddering as he releases inside me again and again, warming me. He fills me until he leaks out around us, making a mess of both of us. He looks like a God above me, fierce and beautiful and mine.
I don't care what anyone says, somehow, someway… I'm keeping him.
Please, baby Jesus. Please let me keep him.