Page 109 of Wild Tangled Hearts

His lips brush against mine. The taste of him is addictive. His touch is a promise of things to come, and I arch into his caress, my desire building with every stroke.

“Sebastian,” I whisper his name, heat pooling in my core.

His lips trail from my mouth down to my neck. Each sensation sends ripples of pleasure through me, and I revel in the exquisite torment.

His fingers deftly find the zipper of my dress, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he unzips it, revealing the lace and silk of my lingerie, a secret I had saved for this very moment. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight, and a low growl of approval escapes his lips.

“You’re stunning,” he murmurs, his voice filled with reverence and hunger.

I tug at his shirt, eager to have his skin against mine. With each button undone, I uncover more of his sculpted chest. My fingers trace the contours of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his bronze skin beneath my touch. His shoulders rise and fall with every ragged breath, his hands caressing my body with a fervent hunger.

The hours fade into a symphony of whimpers and groans, and he plays my body with expertise. As each orgasm ripples through me, I cling to him with a need that’s more than just physical.

“I love you,” I moan against his lips.

He pulls back, dark eyes searching mine. A small smile tugs at his mouth. His cock is still buried deep inside me, and he brushes my hair away from my face. “I love you, too, Bella.”

My chest squeezes with the intensity of the moment. And when he moves inside me, his thrusts, his touch, his kisses are even more consuming. With a primal need, I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, and the world disappears.

There’s only him and me, and the ecstasy that builds, until it peeks, and I cry out, “Sebastian,” as pleasure rips through me. A sensation stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Sebastian’s groan is guttural, his kiss feral as his body quivers with his orgasm.

“My god, Bella,” he says roughly against my mouth. “We may never leave my place if you keep that up.”

I chuckle, snuggling into his arms as he rolls on his back. “I’m good with that. Doesn’t matter where we are if I’m with you.”

We heed Sebastian’s words and barely venture out of his apartment for the entire weekend.

Nights are spent curled up on his sofa, watching movies. We cook together, our laughter mingling with the aromas of delicious dishes that fill the air. The hours slip away as we talk, our conversations flowing effortlessly from the trivial to the profound. It’s as though I’m unraveling the mysteries of Sebastian Sinclair, one word at a time. And when the talking subsides, we map out every inch of each other’s bodies, uncovering the secrets and desires.

Sunday afternoon arrives too soon, and I hate leaving, but he has a meeting, and I need to prepare for this week’s lessons.

As I step out into the bustling city, it’s like a different world from the cocoon we created over the weekend. I decide to stop by the grocery store on my way home, picking up the essentials for the week ahead. The mundane task of shopping can’t quite erase the smile on my face from the memories of our time together.

It’s not until I’m back at my house, unloading groceries, that I realize my phone is missing. I left it on Sebastian’s kitchen counter. I groan at my forgetfulness.

With a resigned sigh, I grab my keys and head back to his apartment.

As I enter the lobby, I approach the concierge, who’s seen me with Sebastian a few times before.

“Hey, Harold,” I say. “I left my phone. Do you think you could let me up to his apartment to retrieve it? I promise it’ll only take a minute.”

Harold looks at me, considering my request. He’s not supposed to let anyone up without proper clearance, but after a brief pause, he nods, and I take the elevator up.

The doors open directly into his suite, and I step out. But the sound of a muted conversation tells me Sebastian isn’t alone.

“Shit,” I mutter, not wanting to interrupt him, but needing my phone.

I hear a woman’s laughter ring out, and my stomach clenches. I follow the voices to the living room.It’s the woman I see first, tall and beautiful, wearing a navy dress that hugs her slim waist and curves. Her presence alone is enough to leave me feeling uneasy.

But as she steps aside, my gaze falls upon Sebastian, seated on the couch, his shirt hanging over the armrest, his sculpted chest bare. The room seems to spin as my mind struggles to process what I’m seeing.

“Sebastian?” My voice wavers.

Questions and doubts flood my mind as I stand there, like an intruder.

Sebastian’s eyes widen when he sees me. “Bella” He stands, grabbing his shirt, and muttering, “Fuck.”

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