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“I need you,” I whisper. “Please.”

His eyes lock with mine, dark with lust, as he withdraws his fingers from my dripping core. He undoes his jeans, freeing hishard cock, and I lick my lips, desire coursing through my veins at the sight.

“I need you too, princess. So fucking much.” He positions me above him. “Take what you need.”

Our eyes lock, breaths mingling, and I sink down onto his hard length, a gasp tearing from my throat as he stretches me deliciously.

“Fuck, Lil.” He groans, his head falling back against the seat. “You feel so good.”

I can barely think, lost in the sensation of him filling me so completely. His hands on my hips guide me, urging me to take him deeper, and I move, rocking my hips, to find a rhythm that has us both panting.

He bends his head to capture a nipple between his teeth, sucking and teasing the sensitive bud. My inner muscles clench involuntarily, wrenching a feral noise from his chest.

“That’s it, ride my cock. Take all of me.” His fingers dig into my skin, and I know there will be bruises tomorrow.

Marks of his passion, his desire for me. And the thought only turns me on more.

I brace my hands on his shoulders and roll my hips, swiveling and undulating. The position lets me take him so deep, hitting all the right places while simultaneously rubbing my clit. I clench around him, and he growls, thrusting up to meet me.

Our bodies slam together, the windows fogging up.

“Sebastian.”

His hand wraps around my throat, just shy of too tight. “Look at me.”

My gaze snaps to his.

“Do you trust me?”

I nod, my thighs trembling and the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

We move faster, chasing release.

“That’s right, give yourself to me,” he rasps.

A little more…

“Come for me, princess.”

His words, combined with the mind-numbing pleasure, drive me over the brink with a sharp cry. He hauls me toward him by my throat to claim my lips in a deep, chaotic kiss.

I’m lost in ecstasy, shuddering and trembling. With a few more powerful thrusts, he stiffens, finding his own release, pulsing deep inside.

We stay locked together, both breathing hard. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and I take it into my mouth, sucking gently. His nostrils flare, and his grip on my hip tightens.

“You’re incredible.” He does another thrust, making me whimper, before removing his hand around my throat.

“So are you.” I nuzzle against his neck, breathing him in. The familiar notes of his cologne soothing me.

It’s like we’re on borrowed time, and every second, the feud between our families could destroy everything. But I don’t want to lose him.

The movie’s over too soon, the credits rolling as Sebastian and I untangle ourselves from the blankets.

He kisses my temple. “Ready to head back, princess?”

“Mmm, yep.”

The drive back to campus is quiet, my hand resting on his thigh, fingers intertwined with his as he steers with one hand.

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