Page 15 of Closer

He cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I gasp, arching into his touch.

“So responsive. Just like I remember.”

My hands grip the edge of the vanity, knuckles turning white. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“And you love it.” He chuckles, the sound low and dark.

I can’t argue with that. There’s always been something about his arrogance, his unabashed confidence, that drew me in.

A shiver races down my spine, and his hands skim higher, bunching the fabric of my wedding dress around my waist.

“Touch me.” I lick my lips, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Please.”

“I will not only touch you, princess. I will fuck you like it’s our wedding night. Like you walked down the aisle to me. Promising me our forever.” His fingers sink into me, and I nearly come undone right then and there. “You’re mine, and you will come for me as much as I want.”

I let my head fall back against his shoulder, uncontrolled moans escaping my lips.

“That’s it.” His fingers move faster, harder. “Give me the first one.”

I’m close, so close. “Please don’t stop.” The tension coils tighter and tighter inside me, ready to snap at any moment.

His voice is rough with desire. “Look at me.”

I force my eyes open, meeting his in the reflection.

“Good girl.” He curls his fingers, hitting that one unforgiving spot.

I shatter, my body shuddering against his. Long lost pleasure crashes over me. He holds me through it, his touch gentling and his lips ghosting over my throat, my jaw, whispering words I can’t comprehend in my dazed state.

The last tremors fade, and he turns me in his arms. I clutch his shoulders, still unsteady on my feet.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” The features of his face soften. “All mine.”

“You’re going to break me.”

“Never.” He kisses me again. “But I do aim to ruin you for anyone else.”

You already did.

Chapter 6

Lilian

Sebastian’s hands are gently opening the last ribbons holding my dress together. It slithers down my body to pool at my feet, leaving me clad only in my garter belt and stockings.

His eyes devour me, taking in every inch of skin that’s been revealed while I fight to control the rapid beat of my heart.

This man... he’s always had a way of unraveling me, stripping away my defenses until I’m laid bare before him.

And now, quite literally.

“Lil...”

The tenderness in his voice makes my heart ache. He lays me back on the vanity, the cool glass of the mirror a shock against my heated skin, and I let him trail kisses down my neck, my collarbone, lower still. I let him worship my body with his hands and mouth until I’m writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

He pulls back and unzips his trousers. My fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, shoving it off his broad shoulders with the jacket. Every flex of his muscles makes my core clench with desire. He’s a god.

That hardened jawline, those eyes that never leave mine. His expression is cocky, dark, but softer now. Heavy breathing fills the room while he strokes his hard length, observing me while I admire him.

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