Page 76 of First Comes Marriage

There was a terrifying moment where Baz thought she might say no.

He could see Sabrina weighing his heart against her fears, like some fucked up version of Osiris’ scales. In that moment, he understood how men had gone mad for love. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t said the words to her—he was no less in love with her for his inability to articulate the emotion. Despite Jamie’s advice, it wasn’t the time. If he said it now, she’d run, so he’d have to find other ways to tell her until she was ready.

Baz skated his lips over hers, a whisper of a kiss, and he was gratified when she tipped her face towards him, chasing his lips with her own. He kissed her again, longer this time, slanting his mouth over hers. And then again. Over and over until she grew soft and pliant in his arms, melting against him.

This time when he pulled away, she made a little noise of protest at the back of her throat and pulled him back to her, her fingers twisting in his hair as she took control of the kiss, rubbing herself against him like a kitten as she demanded more.

He’d give her more.

He’d give her every-fucking-thing if only she’d take it.

With a growl, he wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her into his lap, settling her knees on either side ofhis hips. Her dress rode up with the movement, her creamy skin almost glowing in the moonlight, and he skated his hands up her thighs, reveling in the softness of her skin. He wished he could see her properly, skirt rucked up and hair fluttering in the wind as she ground her core against the place where he was hard and ready for her. Even through clothing she felt incredible, and he promised himself that the next time they did this, they’d be home, in their bed, with the lights on so he could watch every moment.

“Sebastian,” she groaned as she rocked against him.

He dragged his tongue along her collarbone, pressing his lips to the hollow of her throat when he spoke in that low rumble she liked. “Can I fuck you, baby?”

“Here?”

He smirked. She might play at being scandalized, but he could see the way her eyes hooded, could feel how she pressed herself against him harder.

“Here.” He slid his hands all the way up her thighs and around to cup her ass, her dress fully bunched around her waist now. “I’ll slide right in, fill you up, right here on the beach where anyone could see us.”

She smiled as she continued to work herself against the bulge in his pants. “It’s pretty dark,” she teased, pressing her lips together to try to hide her grin. “Not sure anyone could really see anything.”

He reached up with one hand and pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her bra. She released an excited little puff of air, her hand in his hair tightening. She loved this game as much as he did, and fuck if that didn’t make him even harder. He pulled down each bra cup, her tits spilling over the flimsy fabric that had concealed them. Christ, she was beautiful, a wanton vision of perfection, her skin like a beacon in the dark.

“They could see you now,” he said, running a thumb over one puckered nipple. Of course, there was no one around, noone to see how her breathing hitched when his nail scraped the tight little furl, but the fun was in the fantasy of it, the possibility of danger.

He traced a finger between her breasts and down her torso, sliding his hand into her panties. “Off.”

She scrambled to comply, jumping to her feet and nearly falling over as she dragged the fabric down her legs and off, tossing it to the side. He gripped her leg and pulled her back towards him, burying his face between her thighs and inhaling her scent. He’d never get tired of this smell that meant she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He slid his tongue between her lower lips and drew a line up the length of her slit, not enough to bring her any pleasure, but enough to gather the taste of her on his tongue. Enough to make them both out of their minds with need.

“Christ, look at you.” He looked up at her with his lips still pressed to her mound. He understood now why poets wrote sonnets to the women they loved, how they could rhapsodize on the exact shape of their breasts, the dip of their waist. Sabrina Page disheveled and needy was a sight to behold.

Mine.

The word thundered through his veins and he groaned, burying his tongue inside her, as desperate for her release as his own. He licked her hard and fast, winding her up mercilessly, sucking her clit hard and long, until her thighs began to shake.

And when she seemed ready to break, he stopped, pulling away to watch the haze clear from her eyes.

“What the hell?” she panted.

He pulled her down onto his lap and nipped at her bottom lip, harder than he should have, but she didn’t seem to mind. “You come when I decide, wife. And I’m not done playing with you yet.” She sucked in a startled breath, but her body melted against him further. He pinched one of her nipples, hard enough to make her gasp, and grinned at the sound. “Take me out, baby.”

She licked her lips as she considered his request, but they both knew there wasn’t a scenario where she said no to him, not like this. Everything else might be complicated, but this one thing had always been easy for them.

Sabrina unbuckled his belt and drew down his zipper. When she reached inside the undone placket of his dress pants and wrapped her hand around his cock, he grunted, fighting the urge to buck up into her grip. She drew him out, stroking him from root to tip. She slid down his legs and bent towards his lap, but he tightened his grip in her hair, holding her back.

He tsked softly, tilting her face up to his and nipping at her lip again. “Not yet.” She pouted and he bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from smiling at how goddamn adorable she was.

He slid the hand in her hair down her back and gripped her ass, pulling her back up until their pelvises were flush, then he lay back, tucking one hand behind his head as a makeshift pillow. Using his grip on her to pull her forward, he lined her up so his erection was trapped against his belly, dragged through her slit without ever breaching her entrance. She shivered as the underside of his piercing grazed her clit, then rocked back to glide over him again.

“That’s it, baby. Make a mess of me. Then you can suck me clean.”

She groaned, reaching up and roughly cupping one of her breasts as she continued to slide over his length. His fingers dug into the plush softness of her ass as he helped her find her rhythm.

“You like that idea, don’t you? Can’t wait to taste yourself on my cock.” She mumbled an assent through her shaky breathing and moans. Christ, what had he done to deserve this woman? “Gonna have to wait a little longer, baby. I’m enjoying the view too much to let you have what you want yet.”

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