Page 52 of First Comes Marriage

This kiss was nothing like any of the ones that came before it. Sebastian ran his nose along the line of Sabrina’s jaw, breathing in her scent, before he pressed his forehead to hers, their lips close enough that she could feel each exhale as a puff of air against her skin. When she was about to scream from the anticipation, he set his mouth against hers.

Soft.

So light she would have sworn she’d dreamt it if she weren’t plastered along the length of him, if she couldn’t feel the tension in his muscles and the pulsing heat of his growing erection caught between their bodies.

Then his lips were back, firmer this time, exploring, but still not nearly enough. She wanted more, wanted to lose herself in the feel of him, in the fantasy that this man—her husband—was really hers. That they weren’t on borrowed time.

She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and a low growl sounded in his throat before he dug a hand into her hair, cradling her head as he flipped them over until he was on top of her. His weight pressed her into the mattress, her hips pinned beneath his.

He kissed her in earnest then, using his grip on her hair to angle her head the way he wanted it, and licked into hermouth. It was filthy and delicious and still she wanted more. He cupped her breast through her dress and she silently cursed every layer of fabric between them, every inch of her skin that wasn’t touching his. He trailed his lips over her jaw, licking at the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She sighed happily and rocked her hips up against him to feel his hardness between her legs.

He chuckled darkly, the kind of laugh that conjured images of being tied to his bed, of being completely at his mercy, of every filthy fantasy she’d ever had about him. He pulled back to look at her, gave her breast one more firm squeeze before trailing his hand back down to her hip. “We should stop.”

“No.” She fisted her hands in his shirt and tugged him towards her. “I don’t want to stop.”

His eyes were wary as they assessed her. “You’ve had an emotional day. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

She huffed out a frustrated breath that instigated a quirk from the corner of his lip. “It’s not taking advantage if I’m asking you to do it. And Iamasking you, Sebastian.”

“Asking me to do what exactly? To kiss you?” He dropped a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “To touch you?” His fingers trailed up her thigh, stopping just beneath the hem of her dress. “To fuck you?”

“Yes. All of the above.”

“We agreed to a marriage in name only. Some health insurance. Playacting around our parents. Sex wasn’t part of our deal,” he said, but those fingers kept climbing higher, pushing her skirt up as they went.

“Then I want a new deal,” she huffed, something hot and needy twisting between her legs.

“Why?”

“What do you mean,why?” She ground her hips against him, and he cursed under his breath, tightening his hold on her hip.

“Tell me why, Sabrina.”

His tone was as icy as his eyes, and she didn’t understand it. He obviously wanted her—he could probably do some serious damage with the steel bar he was walking around with between his legs—but there was something else there too. Something she couldn’t quite make sense of, like he didn’twantto want her. Like he had kissed her more out of instinct than desire. Like he half hated himself for the mindless way he rocked against her.

“Because we’re obviously attracted to each other.”

“I’m attracted to plenty of people I don’t fuck.”

“Because we’re married.”

“For now.”

Okay, ouch.

“Then we might as well enjoy it while it lasts.”

His eyes scanned hers, narrowing slightly, as though he were searching for the lie, for the part of her that knew if she slept with Sebastian, she’d never get over him. Who was she kidding? She’d probably never get over him anyway. If ten years, a failed marriage, and Sebastian’s misdirected hatred hadn’t gotten him out of her system, it was unlikely anything would.

Maybe that was the real reason why she wanted him. Because this—wanting him—was going to destroy her either way. She might as well wring every last drop of pleasure out of this arrangement while she could.

He sat back on his heels and she let out an impatient huff as she scooted back on the bed until her back was against the headboard.

“I’m not fucking you here,” he said. She opened her mouth to protest, but he continued on before she could, his voice a low resonance that sent goosebumps prickling over her skin. “When I fuck my wife for the first time, it won’t be with her parents down the hall. It’ll be somewhere I can make you scream.” She shivered, her breathing coming faster, and a slow half smile tilted up the corner of his lips. “You like that idea?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Hike up your dress.”

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