Page 75 of Wild Tangled Hearts

His words echo the longing in my heart, and I meet his gaze with an intensity that matches his. “I want that too.”

Sebastian’s eyes search mine, his expression tender as he continues, “We can take things slow, whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”

I smile and I reply, “Sebastian, this is us taking things slow. Honestly, I’m ready to speed things up.”

“Is that so?” he asks, a playful gleam in his eyes.

I nod, my voice a sultry whisper as I lean in closer. “Yes,” I murmur, my lips just inches from his ear, “I want you now.”

A deep groan vibrates in his throat, and he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

Sebastian undoes the buttons on my blouse. His gentle touch is filled with desire, and the room is charged with anticipation.

With each button released, he leans in, his lips tracing a path of kisses along my exposed skin. The warmth of his mouth against me sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, and I gasp as his lips find mine once more.

His touch becomes more urgent, more demanding. My fingertips trace the contours of his chest, over the firmness of his muscles beneath his shirt, while his hands explore the curves of my body, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.

I find myself driven by an insatiable need to explore every inch of him. My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the buttons of his shirt, and one by one, they come undone. As it slides off his shoulders and falls to the floor, I’m met with the breathtaking sight of his chiseled chest. It’s a masterpiece of lean, powerful muscles that ripple beneath his dark bronze skin.

My fingers trace a slow, tantalizing path across his chest, reveling in the sensation of his warmth and strength. I feel the rhythm of his heart beating beneath my touch, each pulse echoing the desire that courses through us both.

“You’re even more incredible than I imagined,” I tell him.

He chuckles, the sound of a warm rumble against my ear.

With a shared urgency, we shed the remaining layers of clothing, our need intensifying with each garment that falls away. There’s an undeniable hunger between us, a yearning that can no longer be denied.

My body is set ablaze by his kisses, his touch. He explores my breasts with tender reverence, his mouth and tongue igniting sensations that leave me gasping.

His breath grows ragged against my skin, and I can sense the restraint that has held him back beginning to unravel. His lips find mine with an intensity that leaves no room for hesitation, and our kisses become more voracious, more primal.

Taking my hand with a gentle but determined grip, he locks his dark eyes onto mine with unwavering resolution. Without a word, he leads me to the bed, our fingers entwined, our connection unbreakable as he eases me down onto the soft sheet.

From the bedside table, he takes out a foil wrapper. I take the opportunity to appreciate all of him. Every inch of his body is perfectly sculpted. His waist is slim and toned, emphasizing the powerful lines of his abdomen and the definition of his muscles. I lick my lips at the sight of his long, thick cock. I take the condom from Sebastian and roll it over his delectable length. He groans and crawls onto the bed, moving so that his legs spread mine.

Those dark eyes hold my gaze, searching.

“I want this,” I tell him, gripping his hips and arching against him. “I want you.”

His lips brush mine, and he says against my mouth, roughly. “Don’t want to lose you, Bella.”

“You won’t.” My heart belongs to him now. “Make love to me, Sebastian.”

His hips move, and I guide his cock to my entrance. As he fills me, my body aches in pleasure as it stretches to receive him, and I gasp.

“You okay?” he asks.

My response is to pull his mouth to mine, my fingers tangling in his hair, and whimper against his lips, “So good.”

Our movements are slow, our touches tender, and when he pulls back to hold my gaze, I know this is so much more than sex.

And I lose myself in him. Every kiss, every caress, every whispered word of affection, it all blends together.

Sebastian’s fingers move across my body with expert precision. His hands seem to know every secret, every hidden want, as he navigates the landscape of my skin.

Ripples of pleasure course through me as his thumb brushes over my nipple and his tongue parts my lips, and I cry out with the pulsing, pleasure of the orgasm. “Oh god.”

He smiles against my lips. “I love that sound.”

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