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Naked and free against him.

In his arms.

Hearing his beating heart.

Holding onto him with everything I have.

“Baby, please hold me or touch me whenever you want to,” he pleads quietly.

“Really?” I ask breathlessly as he nods his head yes, sadness and longing I don’t understand seated deep within his eyes.

“Yes. I love being loved by you,” he says with a dazzling smile that fades before he adds, “It’s not something I receive at home.” My poor Bash. My knees give out as I stare into his incredibly handsome face, but he’s got me, holding me to him and squishing me safely into his chest. I tuck him into me and hold him like he’s about to disappear and I won’t let that happen.

“I still want to fuck you,” I say into his ear, my heart racing at my admission and he’s nodding again, his shaggy hair in his hooded eyes as he pulls back to look at me.

“I want that too. So fucking much, Lina Girl.” His forehead meets mine and then we lock lips, his thumbs tracing lazy circles across my cheeks as he holds my face in both his hands. “After this shower?”

I nod.

We step into the steaming water.

Chapter Twenty - Now

Sebastian:

She’s stroking my scalp as I come to. I don’t move for a while, just enjoying the feel of her fingers within my hair. It’s not nearly as long as it was when we met. I smile to myself, thinking of that boy in detention, inthisroom. He had no idea what was about to hit him in the form of the most incredible girl he could’ve ever dreamed up.

Alina fucking Timber.

My salvation.

My reason for being.

I am nothing if not hers.

I breathe her in as she feels me stirring.

“Bash,” she coos quietly, and I answer by kissing her neck, my tongue lashing out and licking her pulse. I leave my lips there, feeling her heartbeat upon them. It’s fucking delectable. My fingers trail down her stomach as I let them find her waistband and then they’re plunging into the sweats she’s wearing, groping for her clit. She moves against me, her beautiful, sexy body so fucking responsive. I’ve always loved that about her. How she would just allow whatever noise she felt like making to come out.

She doesn’t fake it now and she never did back then.

Her folds are slick as I massage her pussy, her legs kicking out before her knees bend back towards us to allow me further access. She’s got her phone playing music by our heads and I turn it up with my other hand as she bucks against my fingersagain. The beginning guitar for Wounded by Third Eye Blind begins to play as I find the entrance to her pussy and mimic the strings’ sequence inside of her cunt. She’s grabbing onto me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, as she’s a little above my head.

The song begins and I feel my fingers sink into her fleshy hips with my other hand, desire desperate within them as they grip her to me. I remove my fingers from her pussy and feed them to her as she laps them up gently, her lip still swollen and tender. She begins to push her sweats down her thighs, as she pulls my face into her chest.

The guitar picks up and so do I. I open her hoodie and I’m pushing my shirt she’s wearing up to free her titties, licking her all over her chest, biting at her nipples and sucking them fiercely into my mouth.

I hope they bear my bruises and bite marks later.

She bucks her hips into my body repeatedly, needing all of me, but I won’t let her have it that quickly. My hands join my mouth and soon I’m kneading her breasts firmly, her cries of delight picking up speed as I do.

“Goddammit, Bash. I’m fucking dying. Just fuck me already,” she begs, but I shake my head no and continue to suck on her nipples.

Her phone continues playing above our heads.

I find her pussy again with my fingers and work them in tandem with my tongue over her nipples. She goes wild. Her pussy is so slick, I can’t gain the traction I’d like to from my current angle. So, I allow her to work herself over my hand, moving any way she desires for the feeling she needs to chase to come. She’s moaning above me and I’m mentally back in her parents’ house on her birthday when she gave me head. She wriggled her pretty, little hips in such appreciation of the praiseI gave her. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. The way she’s grinding on me now reminds me of that, but more mature.

She’s absolutely fuckingme.

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