Page 99 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
He stayed still until her trembling eased, then lifted her carefully as her breath slowed.
Slowly, he reached up and removed the blindfold, revealing the flush on her cheeks and the softness in her eyes.
When the blindfold came off, Emily's eyes blinked open—and locked with a pair of dark, intense ones staring back at her.
Her breath caught.
The man above her had the most flawless face she’d ever seen—sharp jaw, light stubble, features so sculpted they almost didn’t seem real. He looked like he’d been carved from marble and brought to life.
Even as her body trembled from the aftershocks of release, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
For a moment, everything else faded.
Emily's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as she caught sight of him through the soft shadows. The dim light caught on the glisten at his tip—a shimmering tease of what was coming. Thick. Hard. Unmistakably pulsing with need.
Then, he gripped himself at the base, his fist tightening as he guided the thick length to her entrance.
Her legs trembled at the anticipation, heart racing.
Sebastian watched her every reaction, his eyes dark, fixated, eating up every shiver, every gasp she couldn’t suppress. His thumb brushed her inner thigh, drawing a slow line upward as he pressed the tip of himself just barely against her heat, teasing, not entering. Just enough to make her body jolt.
“You feel that?” he murmured, his voice low and ragged, lips brushing against her ear. “You did this to me.”
Emily could barely think. Her hands clutched at the sheets beside her, her body arching involuntarily, silently begging for more.
Sebastian’s other hand came to rest on her waist, holding her still as he dipped down, trailing kisses along her collarbone. His breath was hot, uneven, brushing against her skin as he hovered just above her.
Still not giving her what she wanted, he dragged his length slowly against her slick entrance, letting the sensation burn between them both.
“I could take you slow,” he whispered, dragging his lips down her throat, “but I don’t want to.”
She gasped, back arching as her body trembled beneath his.
“Tell me you want it,” he breathed, hovering just at the edge of her lips.
Emily’s breath was shallow, harsh. Her legs trembled against the sheets, thighs twitching with sensitivity as Sebastian held himself just at her entrance. The heat of his tip brushed against her folds, slick and throbbing, making her gasp again.
She didn’t answer—couldn’t. Her body was already answering for her, hips rising, back arching, silently begging.
But Sebastian didn’t move.
His grip on her waist tightened, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers. “I said,” his voice dropped lower, firmer, “tell me.”
Emily swallowed, her lips parted, her throat dry. Her entire body was burning—straining for release—but he was holding her hostage in the ache, refusing to give her what they both knew she needed.
“I… I want it,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
He gave a dark, satisfied grunt.
“Good girl.”
And in the next second, he pushed into her.
Her mouth fell open in a choked gasp, fingers flying up to clutch at his shoulders. He was thick—too thick—and the stretch burned, sharp and exquisite all at once. Sebastian didn’t give her time to adjust, burying himself in one deep, punishing thrust that knocked the breath from her lungs.
“God—Sebastian—” she cried out, her voice cracking.
His jaw clenched as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, their breath tangling. “Tight… fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, his voice strained with control.
