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My Seb.

The man who knew most of my thoughts before I even realized them.

The one who hid my favorite candy around my place for me to find while going about my day.

I owed it to myself to try.

Leaning forward, I roughly grabbed the front of his shirt. His eyes widened as I pulled him close, crushing my mouth to his.

Chapter 29

Seb

Holy shit.

When I had resolved to talk to Hazel, I had expected it to go well, but I didn’t expect it to go that well.

Her lips were soft, impossibly so, even as she crashed them against mine.

That touch was enough to open the floodgates. Gripping her waist, I pulled her over to me, lifting her with ease so our bodies were pressed together.

Shoving my nose into the juncture between her neck and shoulder, I inhaled deeply, that sweet cherry cola scent filling my nose and making saliva pool in my mouth. Hazel’s smell was something I had basked in hundreds of times before, but now it was so much stronger, sweeter.

Ever since her suppressants failed, she had become almost dangerously potent. Even as I nipped at the skin, making her moan and writhe against me, I knew I was ruined for anyone else. How could I ever be expected to go back to the status quo? Hazel was mine and, fuck, I was never going to let her go.

Cupping her neck, I held her against me, enjoying the way her small, lithe body molded to mine.

“Please tell me we’re going to fuck,” she murmured against my lips.

Fuck.

“I’ve thought about doing that probably a hundred times since moving in,” I admitted as I let my hand slide into her shirt, soaking in the feel of the soft skin under my hand. Would her skin taste as amazing as she smelled?

Hazel pulled back ever so slightly, her hands finding the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it off in one fluid movement, leaving her in just her bra and those tiny sleep shorts that hugged her ass beautifully.

One quick flip was all it took to pin her under me, and I pressed her into the mattress, hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve.

My cock was painfully hard as I ground against her, only a few thin scraps of fabric separating me from her warmth.

Her hands clenched my shirt, desperately trying to pull it off me. They didn’t stop there, though. Once my shirt was thrown across the room, she clawed at my shorts, insisting they come off without ever removing her lips from mine.

So needy and demanding.

Who knew my Hazelnut could be so bossy without words?

I fucking loved it.

She panted heavily as I kissed my way down her neck and over her chest until my lips found the curves of her breast. I pulled down the cups of her bra to play and lavish attention on her nipples. She squirmed under all the attention, the most beautiful little whimpers of pleasure escaping her throat.

“I swear to God, Sebastian Coombs, I’ve been waiting for this for far too long. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she growled, her hand tangling in my hair.

“So impatient.” Tutting lightly, my voice was rough. “I have also been wanting this for quite a while, Hazelnut, so you’re just going to have to be a good girl for me while I taste you.”

My words were complete and utter bullshit. I was far too excited, and I knew it wasn’t going to last long, but the least I could do was get my mouth on her delectable smelling pussy before I was knot deep.

“I… uh… okay,” Hazel agreed in a breathy voice as her perfume filled the room, clearly broadcasting that she was enjoying herself.

Sitting back on my knees, I gently peeled her shorts off, taking my time as her pussy was exposed to me. Wetness glistened on her lips, just begging me to have a taste.

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