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This. This is what I’ve been missing. This connection, this fire that only she can ignite. I pour everything I have into the kiss, every ounce of longing, every shred of regret, every bit of love I have for her. Even if it’s only pretend from her side, I need this.

My hands roam her curves, reacquainting themselves with every dip and swell. She fits so perfectly against me like she was made for me. And fuck, she was. There is no other explanation.

I trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point. She gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair. I smirk against her skin. I still know all her weak spots, all the places that make her melt.

Her fingers tug at my belt.

I groan into her mouth, my cock throbbing almost painfully against my zipper, but I catch her hands before they can go any further. “Don’t.” I want this, want her, so fucking much it hurts. But not like this. Not when there’s still this wall between us, this gulf of doubt and regret.

Confusion flickers in her eyes. “But I thought…”

“I know what you thought. What I led you to think.” I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “But that’s not what this is about. Not really.”

She frowns, uncertainty etched on her delicate features. “Then what is it about?”

I sigh, trailing my fingers along her jaw. “You. Me. Us.” I tilt her chin up. “I don’t just want your body. I want all of you. Your mind, your heart, your smiles, your tears. I want it all.”

Her lips part, surprise registering on her face. She wasn’t expecting this confession. Hell, I wasn’t really expecting it either. But it’s the truth. The last day with her has made me realize how empty my life has been without her in it. How I’d give anything to earn her trust again, her love.

Emotion thickens her voice. “Sebastian.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” I smooth her hair back from her face. “I know I hurt you. That I have a lot to make up for.” Regret gnaws at me. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes. For as long as it takes.”

Tears well in her eyes. She blinks them back and presses a soft kiss to my palm.

I don’t deserve her kindness or her warmth. But goddamn, I want it. I want her.

“What do you want, Lil? Tell me honestly. No pretending or placating. What do you really want?”

She worries her lip between her teeth, conflict evident on her delicate features. When she finally meets my eyes, there’s a determination blazing behind those amber depths that steals my breath.

“You,” she says. “I want you.”

Chapter 17

Sebastian

Heat surges through me at her admission. I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her with a hunger and urgency I’ve never felt before. She returns my passion tenfold, popping the button of my jeans and tugging down the zipper. Her eyes glint up at me through her lashes, and she sinks to her knees before me with her half-opened robe.

“Lil.”

“Shh. Please let me do this for you.”

“You sure, princess?”

In response, she pulls down my pants and boxers, exposing my hard cock. She brushes the tip with her lips, licking and kissing it tenderly.

Fuck.

My cock throbs under her skilled ministrations, her tongue swirling and lapping at my shaft. I tangle my fingers in her silky hair, guiding her mouth where I need it most.

“Just like that, princess.” My head falls back against the chair.

She takes me deeper, her hot little mouth enveloping me in blissful suction. My hips flex of their own accord, seeking more. I’m lost to thesensation, to the sight of her on her knees for me and those lush lips stretched around my cock. It’s a vision straight out of my fantasies.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” My grip on her hair tightens. “How many nights I’ve dreamed of this, of you.”

She hums around me, the vibrations shooting sparks of pleasure up my spine. I curse under my breath, struggling to maintain control. I don’t want to scare her off by being too rough, but goddamn, she’s making it difficult. Her submission and devotion fuel it. But even more than that, it’s the depth of emotion behind her actions that leaves me reeling.

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