Page 79 of Wild Tangled Hearts

When our mouths part, Sebastian’s breathing is ragged, his dark eyes filled with a depth of emotion that takes my breath away.

His fingers brush a strand of hair from my face as he speaks, his voice laced with sincerity. “I care about you, Bella. But you deserve someone who...someone who isn’t so complicated.”

Our foreheads touch and my fingers get tangled in his hair. “I can handle complicated. I just want to know where we stand.”

“We can take things slow,” he says, hands resting on my hips. “Whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”

“I don’t think we can take things slower.” I say, chuckling against his mouth, “I’m ready to speed things up a bit.”

“Is that so?” he asks, palms running under the t-shirt, across the bare skin of my lower back.

“Yes,” I murmur, my lips just inches from his ear, “I want you, now.”

A deep groan vibrates in his throat.

His touch is filled with desire, and the room is charged with anticipation as he lifts the shirt over my head. He leans down, 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 mouth find mine once more.

The soft warmth of the alcohol still lingers within me, but my head is clear now. And I know what I want —Sebastian.

My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the buttons of his shirt, and one by one, they come undone. As I slide it down his shoulders, 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 fingertips trace a slow, tantalizing path down his abs, reveling in 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. He leans in to whisper his response, his voice husky, “You’reincredible, Bella.” Holding me, my legs wrapped around his waist, he stands. “You sure you want this?”

I murmur a resolute yes against his lips, then tell him, “Bedroom. Now.”

Without breaking our kiss, he finds the door and places me on the bed. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he says as we shed the remaining layers of clothing.

My need intensifies with each garment that falls away. He explores my breasts with tender reverence, his mouth and tongue igniting sensations that leave me gasping. Then his lips find mine with an intensity that leaves no room for hesitation, and our kisses become more voracious. My palms run over his sculpted shoulders, down his powerful arms, his muscular chest, across the ridges of his abs.

I moan as I wrap my fingers around Sebastian's long, thick cock, feeling every inch of his perfectly chiseled body. “Sebastian.”

A low growl rumbles in his throat, and he moves off the bed, grabbing a condom from his pocket. He swiftly rolls it over the straining head, down the velvety length.

In the dim light, I sense those dark eyes hold my gaze, searching. I take his hand and pull him down to me, his thighs pushing mine apart.

“You’re sure?” he asks, brushing my hair away from my face.

“I want this.” I wrap my hand around his thickness and arch toward him. “Want you,” I rasp, as I guide his cock to my entrance. Slowly, he fills me, and my pussy aches in pleasure as it stretches to receive him. I gasp. “Oh, god.”

His gaze never leaves my face as he groans and sinks fully into me. “You okay?”

I respond by pulling his mouth to mine, my hands gripping his hair, and whimpering 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.

“I love the way you look at me,” he says, entwining his fingers in mine and placing them above my head. He lowers his mouth to my breast, licking and sucking at the nipple until I whimper.

Each kiss, each caress, each whispered word of affection make me fall harder for the man. Sebastian’s hands move across my body with expert precision. His fingers seem to know every secret, every hidden want, as he navigates the landscape of my skin.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, as his thumb brushes over my nipple and his tongue parts my lips. His thrusts hit the right spot and I cry out with the pulsing pleasure that ripples through my core. “Oh god, Sebastian.”

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

“Sebastian,” I moan again, as he continues to move inside me.

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