Page 16 of Spellbinding Spirit

He nods, understanding etched on his face. “Me neither.” There’s a pause before he continues, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“I need to know if you’re okay with this… with whatever this is between us.” He gestures between us vaguely with one hand before continuing in a rush, “We’ve always been friends and I value our friendship so much and I don’t want to ruin it or make things awkward but at the same time… I can’t imagine stopping now.” He places a soft kiss on my neck and then another. His lips slide up to my earlobe before he stops himself. “Fuck. I don’t think I ever wanted anyone or anything more than you right now. But I will stop if you tell me to...”

His words trail off but I know what he’s trying to say. My heart is pounding so loudly now that I’m surprised he can’t hear it.

“Sebastian,” I say softly, reaching out to place my hand on his arm, “Take what you need because I want it too. We’ll deal with what this is later.” It’s not rational, it’s so not me, but in this moment I don’t give a fuck. I want this, all consequences be damned.

Relief washes over his face and he pushes me backwards onto the mattress. Our bodies are almost touching now and I crave the closeness.

“Last chance: are you sure?” he asks in a low voice, his eyes searching mine again for any sign of doubt.

I nod and then let my fingers trace a line down the bare skin of his arm until they find his hand. I give it a gentle squeeze, hoping to convey all the things I can’t put into words.

He looks at me for a long moment before resting his forehead against mine. The gesture is so intimate that it steals my breath away. Everything feels like it’s hanging in the balance as we lie there, suspended in time.

Then he leans down slowly, giving me plenty of time to pull away if this isn’t what I want. But it is.

I close my eyes just before our lips meet and everything else fades away: the attic, Sally, George, our worries. All that matters is us.

A jolt of electricity courses through my body and sends shivers down my spine as our lips touch. I had never imagined that a simple kiss could evoke such a powerful response. Sebastian's lips are soft and gentle, yet firm, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, eager to explore this new territory. This feels nothing like the drunken night we had a few years back. Our kiss deepens and I can taste the sweetness of his breath mingling with the lingering scent of his cologne. It's as if we're the only two people in the world, lost in a bubble of passion and desire.

I push him backwards forgetting about the ghosts, the dust and everything else. I raise to my knees and fumble with Sebastian's belt, desperate to free him from the confines of his jeans. Hehelps me by lifting his hips as I pull both his trousers and underwear down.

His cock springs free, thick and hard and glistening with pre-cum. I wrap my hand around it and stroke up and down as he groans softly above me.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Cat, you don't have to do this."

"I want to," I reply, my voice low and husky with desire. "I need to."

I lick a slow stripe along the length of him, savouring the taste of salt and sex on my tongue. Then I take him into my mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure.

Sebastian's fingers tangle in my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, fucking it with an urgency that tells me he's close. I moan around him, feeling a surge of wetness between my legs as the sound echoes through the empty space.

"C-Cat," he gasps, pulling gently away from me. "I'm gonna come if you keep that up."

I let his dick pop from my lips and stand up. Slowly I unzip my jacket and let it slide from my shoulders. Sebastian directs the beam from the torch towards me. I’ve never been good in seducing a man. My sexcapades so far were usually quite boring encounters. But I try to find my inner sex-goddess and slowly unbutton the blouse before dropping it onto the mattress. I lock eyes with him as I shove down my jeans and knickers in one motion. Sebastian looks at me with wide eyes in the dim light.

"You are stunningly beautiful, Cat," he stammers. “We can’t stop now. I’ll die if we do.”

"We won’t stop," I say firmly. "I want you inside me."

Without another word, I straddle him on the mattress and guide his cock into my slick heat. We both groan at the sensation of being joined together like this, skin against skin, heart against heart.

I start to move slowly at first, rocking my hips back and forth as Sebastian's hands grip my arse, pulling me down onto him. The pleasure builds with every thrust and the tension in my body coils tighter and tighter.

Sebastian suddenly sits up, wrapping his arms around me and pressing our bodies even closer together. I bury my face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him as he whispers my name like a prayer.

"Catherine," he moans. "You feel so fucking good."

Chapter 8

Sebastian

With a surge ofenergy unlike anything I've ever felt before, I flip us over so that Cat is beneath me now. She looks up at me with wide eyes filled with wonder and trust. Without breaking eye contact, I start to fuck her hard in a steady rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through both our bodies.

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