Page 31 of Addicted To His Favorite
“Ahh… hahhhh,” Her breath came in ragged gasps, body arching helplessly as he finally gave her what she was aching for, and still he didn’t stop, didn’t let her go.
Sebastian didn’t stop. If anything, the moment he felt her start to shatter under his tongue, he grew even more hungry.
His mouth moved over her like he had all the time in the world, like he was determined to learn every way she could fall apart for him.
“Oh god…” She gasped again, broken and desperate, but he only held her tighter, spreading her wider so she couldn’t twist away even if her trembling legs wanted to.
His tongue traced circles, then flicked just where she was most sensitive, over and over until she cried out, breath catching hard in her chest. He didn’t give her a second to recover before changing the rhythm, sucking lightly, then licking again, leaving her undone, lost in the torturous pleasure of it all.
“Sebastian… I can’t…” Her voice cracked, half-whimper, half-plea, but her hips arched helplessly toward his mouth.
“Yes, you can,” he rasped against her, voice low, dark, vibrating against her skin.
And then his tongue was on her again, deeper, rougher, his mouth sealing over her like he wanted every single drop of her reaction, every sound, every shiver. She was clutching his hair so tightly her fingers ached, her head falling back as she gasped for air, body jerking when he didn’t slow down even after she broke apart for him.
But he wasn’t done.
Sebastian kept going, licking her through it, savoring every second while her thighs quivered violently against his shoulders. His grip stayed firm, holding her open for his mouth as though he owned her pleasure, as though she wasn’t allowed to come down until he decided to let her.
When she whimpered his name again, barely able to catch her breath, he lifted his head only long enough to speak against her trembling skin, his words hot, ragged, obsessive.
“Again,” he growled softly. “I want to feel you again.”
And before she could even protest, his mouth was on her, sucking, licking, drawing her right back to the edge, his tongue ruthless until she was collapsing against the table, her body shaking, her voice breaking on his name.
Sebastian didn’t stop, not when she went tense in his arms, not when she jerked and gasped like she couldn’t handle any more. His tongue kept sliding over her clit in insistent strokes that made her entire body jump.
She tried to pull away once—just a desperate little twist of her hips—but he caught her thighs in his hands and pinned her there, spreading her even wider until she couldn’t move an inch.
“Sebastian… please…” she breathed, voice cracking, but even she didn’t seem to know if she was begging him to stop or begging him for more.
Her broken moan only made his grip tighten on her thighs.
He alternated between gentle teasing licks and sudden, sharp flicks that sent shocks through her whole body. Every time she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he changed the rhythm, drawing it out, pampering her like he was addicted to the taste of her, like her pleasure was the only thing keeping him alive.
Emily was shaking now, her hands fisted in his hair, her thighs trembling around his shoulders as she gasped for air.
“Sebastian… I can’t… I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he murmured against her, voice hot and rough. “You’ll give me one more. And then another. As many as I want.”
He didn’t let her go. He held her there, licking her until she was arching off the table, whimpering his name, her whole body jerking when she broke apart again—this time harder, messier, her voice splintering into a cry that made him growl against her skin.
But even then, Sebastian kept kissing her. Slow now. Gentle. Like he was worshiping her.
Over and over, his tongue teased and soothed, his mouth trailing soft kisses across her inner thighs, her stomach, back to her clit again in these lazy, lingering strokes that made her body twitch helplessly.
The pleasure dulled into this heavy, dizzy ache that left her boneless on the table, her eyelids fluttering, her fingers sliding weakly out of his hair.
She was breathless, and still he kissed her like he couldn’t stop, like his mouth belonged there, like he’d keep doing this until morning if she let him.
Sebastian finally lifted his head, but only because she was trembling too hard to stay on the table. Her body was flushed, breathing ragged, her eyes half-closed like she didn’t even know where she was anymore.
He slid his hands under her and picked her up easily, like she weighed nothing at all. She gave a weak, startled sound as her arms went around his neck, her cheek pressing against his shoulder.
She thought he was done.
He wasn’t.
