Page 95 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
His breath brushed her cheek. “No,” he murmured darkly. “I want you to feel everything. No distractions. Just me.”
His thumb rubbed slow circles against her wrist, rough enough to send shocks straight through her. Her chest rose sharply with each breath.
Then his hand slid downward—trailing from her lips to her throat, grazing her collarbone, tracing her ribs with purpose. He avoided her breasts on purpose, teasing her, making her ache.
Her body trembled under the pressure of his control, caught between need and restraint.
And when his fingers finally reached her most sensitive spot, she flinched and tried to shift away but he only drew her closer, holding her firmly, possessively.
Then his mouth found her neck.
He bit down—hard—earning a gasp from her lips. His tongue followed, rough and hot, tracing the pounding pulse beneath her skin. He sucked deeply, leaving a bruise that burned and throbbed in his wake.
His lips moved upward, nipping her jawline, then captured the delicate shell of her ear. His voice came low and thick, brushing against her like velvet.
His tongue moved over the bite, sending warmth straight to Emily’s lower abdomen. Then his lips shifted from her ear to her neck, gently nibbling and licking the delicate skin until she let out a soft moan, “Aaahhh...”
“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “Do you want me to stop?”
She didn’t answer, but her ragged breath told him everything. So he went on.
His tongue slid along her earlobe, hot and slow, then dipped into her ear. Her back arched. A soft moan escaped her lips. Uncontrolled, helpless.
His hands slid between her thighs with a confidence that made her chest tighten. His fingers moved expertly, slowly at first, then with more pressure, drawing wet sounds and small, trembling gasps from her lips.
Her back arched off the bed. Her legs quivered beneath him. And then—
He slipped his fingers inside her.
Her body jolted.
“Oh God!” she cried, gripping his shoulders.
“I’m helping you relax,” Sebastian said, voice low, his tone smooth and coaxing—yet edged with heat. “Tonight, I’m the only thing you’re allowed to feel.”
He rolled his fingers deeper, his thumb circling just the right spot.
Emily clutched at his arm, trying to steady herself, but she was unraveling under his touch. Her breath broke into ragged sobs, soft cries escaping between clenched teeth.
“This is good, isn’t it?” he whispered against her neck.
His teeth grazed her skin again—biting, claiming, soothing—leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Her legs gave out completely. Her hips writhed against his palm, and all she could do was hold onto him.
“Hahh… ahh… Sebastian—”
He didn’t stop.
His tongue traced her skin, sending sparks of heat curling low in her abdomen. Then his lips brushed up her shoulder, trailing slowly to her ear. His mouth moved over the delicate shell—licking, grazing, tasting—until a soft moan slipped past her lips.
"Aaahhh..."
Goosebumps raced across her skin as his touch deepened. His hand slipped between her thighs, fingers moving with practiced precision, drawing a cry from her lips as her back arched and her breath caught.
“Please,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Let me take off the blindfold. It’s... too much.”
He chuckled low against her ear.
