Page 38 of Revenge is a Witch

The way his words slide through the air, low and teasing, makes me shudder. He’s too close, his presence too overwhelming, and worse, I’m enjoying it far too much. His fingers trace the curve of my waist, and I can feel my resolve slipping, melting like snow under the sun.

“I’m going to make sure you feel every bit of it,” he whispers, lips brushing against my ear, sending a wave of heat straight through me.

My breath catches as his hand moves to cup the back of my neck, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. The warmth of his touch sends another jolt down my spine, and despite everything, I don’t pull away. My mind spins, drowning in the sensation of his lips ghosting over my neck, his words thick with desire. I hate how much I like it, how much I want more.

Just when I feel his hand start to slip lower, my mind snaps back. I push him away, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. “Enough,” I whisper, trying to sound firm, but my voice betrays me.

Sebastian pulls back, though his smirk never falters. “You sure about that, witch?” he murmurs, eyes gleaming with a dangerous playfulness.

I glare at him, using sarcasm as my last flimsy defense against the desire still coursing through me. “You really don’t take a hint, do you?”

He laughs softly, stepping closer again. “I take hints, Zaria. But you don’t seem so sure of what you want.” His gaze flickers over me, lingering in a way that makes my skin burn. “Just remember, your blood’s already mine. You’ll feel it soon enough.”

Before I can even form a response, his lips crash into mine, and the world tilts. It’s not like the kiss with Derek. This is something entirely different—wild, heated, like a hungry animal that’s been starved for far too long. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer, and I find myself melting into the kiss, unable to fight the surge of heat coursing through me.

His kiss is fierce, raw, and demanding, and for a moment, I lose myself in it, swept away by the intensity. But as quickly as it begins, I pull back, breathless and rattled, my heart hammering in my chest.

Sebastian pulls away slowly, his smirk softer this time, like he knows exactly what effect he’s had on me. “Told you,” he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Damn him.

My brain, usually sharp with comebacks and sarcasm, goes blank as I stand there, breathless and rattled.Screw it.Before I can talk myself out of it, I grab hold of Sebastian, yanking him back into a kiss.

The second our lips collide again, it's like every nerve in my body catches fire. The kiss is hot, fierce, and laced with more intensity than I can handle—but I don’t care. I let go. Completely. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and his grip tightens on me, like he’s been waiting for this just as much as I have.

He grabs my thighs, lifting me effortlessly off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He lowers us slowly to the cold concrete, but honestly, I couldn’t care less. My body is buzzing, completely focused on the heat between us. I’m letting myself go, deciding that for once, I’ll stop thinking about the consequences and just feel.

His lips leave mine, trailing hot kisses down my neck, each one sending another wave of pleasure through me. I can feel him,hard through his pants, pressing against me as he pulls my waist into his.Shit.

A small part of my brain, the part that hasn’t completely surrendered, reminds me not to panic. Surely—SURELY—the gentlemen's agreement will hold, right? They’ve agreed to this. They’ll both respect boundaries… right?

But then Sebastian’s hands slip under my skirt, his fingers traveling around my thighs. The sensation is new, thrilling, and utterly foreign. My body arches into him, craving more even though I have no idea what I’m doing, and it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is how his touch makes me feel—alive, electrified, and like I’ve lost every sense of control, but in the best possible way.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Not even close. And the wildest part? I want more.

Sebastian’s touch is gentle at first, leaving soft, lingering kisses along the curve of my thighs. Each one sends a ripple of warmth through me, and I feel my breath hitch in anticipation. His fingers trace a slow, deliberate line over the fabric of my skirt, and my pulse quickens. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, and I find myself caught between wanting to pull away and wanting to fall deeper into the sensation.

This is new. Completely new. I’ve never been in a moment like this, where every touch feels electric, and it’s not just the physical contact—it’s the unspoken desire, the rawness of it all. A shiver runs through me, not from the cold, but from the heat building between us.

Sebastian’s eyes meet mine, and for the first time, it’s so clear how much he wants this—wants me to be his. His movements are slow, measured, as though he’s savoring every second, and I feel a flutter of something I’m not used to—fear. Not fear of him, but of how much I want this too, of how intense this is becoming.I’m not used to feeling out of control, and yet here I am, leaning into it.

His lips trail further up, closer to my waist, and I can’t help but arch into him slightly, a soft gasp escaping my lips. I’m losing myself in the moment, in the way his hands explore so carefully, so intentionally. There's a hunger in his gaze, in the way he touches me, that I’ve never felt before.

Sebastian’s grip on my thighs tightens as he continues to explore every inch of me, his movements deliberate, as if he’s savoring each reaction. His touch is slow, almost teasing, and it sends waves of sensation coursing through me that are completely new. It’s overwhelming, like nothing I’ve experienced before, and I can feel my body responding in ways I’m not entirely sure how to handle.

He’s taking his time, watching me, gauging every breath, every slight gasp, and I’m caught in the heat of the moment, unsure of where my control went. His fingers trail along my skin, and the way he looks at me—it’s like I’m the only thing that matters. There’s something in his eyes, something that says he’s wanted this for so long, and that he’s not about to rush it now. My breaths come faster, and the tension between us builds, my body arching into his touch without thought. It’s instinctive, something I can’t stop, and when he presses his lips to my skin again, I’m lost in it. His every movement feels like a question, asking for more, and I’m not sure how to answer it, but my body is doing all the talking.

He trails kisses across my skin, his hands firm but gentle, grounding me while simultaneously driving me wild. I can feel the heat rising between us, and with each passing second, the world outside of this moment feels more distant. It’s just him and me, the intensity, the desire—and the fear, the fear of how much I want this, how much I’m letting go. The more I lean into the feeling, the more it becomes clear how much he wants me—not just physically, but as his mate. The realization hits me, and it both excites and scares me. This is more than just attraction; it’s a claim, a connection that feels ancient, deep. And in that moment, I know there’s no turning back.

His touch becomes more insistent, and I gasp as I feel the tension inside me coil tighter. His breath is warm against my skin, and the way he moves, it’s like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. My heart races, each beat syncing with the rhythm of his touch, and I can feel myself trembling under him.

This is new—this vulnerability, this raw intensity. I’m not used to it. I’ve never let anyone this close, never allowed myself to feel this much. But with Sebastian, it’s different. There’s a part of me that trusts him, that wants this, even if it scares me.

I feel a finger wrap about the base of my underwear as he pulls it sideways, followed by an electrifying jolt going through my body as his tongue licks me. Sebastian’s touch sends shivers down my spine, and I gasp, my body reacting in ways I never thought it could. He’s relentless, yet somehow careful, making sure every movement of his hands and lips has me melting further into him. It’s as if he’s intent on pulling every ounce of pleasure from me, and I’m helpless to resist the way he’s making me feel.

My legs instinctively tighten around him, drawing him closer, and I can feel his breath, hot against my skin, sending a wave of heat through me. Each touch, each lick, makes my heart race faster, and I can feel myself giving in to the intensity of the moment. It’s overwhelming—this connection between us, this desire—and it scares me how much I want him, how much I’m willing to let go.

He seems to know exactly what I need, his fingers finding a wayinsideme, and his mouth working in perfect sync, driving me to the edge. I can barely think, barely breathe, as my body reacts to him, my skin flushed with heat. His touch is confidentand sure, and every part of me is alive with sensation. I try to hold back, try to keep some control, but the way he’s moving his fingers, the way he’s making me feel—it’s impossible. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with every passing second. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and I can’t help but whisper his name, begging him not to stop, even though I can barely form the words.

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