Page 32 of Addicted To His Favorite
Sebastian carried her across the room, his mouth on her the whole time—her temple, her jaw, the soft line of her neck. He kissed her like a man starved, like every inch of her skin was something sacred he had to taste.
“Sebastian…” she whispered, voice shaky.
“Shh.” His lips brushed the corner of her mouth as he walked, his hands firm on her thighs, her legs draped around his waist. “You’re not leaving my arms tonight.”
He reached the bed and laid her down only long enough to climb in after her. She barely had time to catch her breath before his hands were sliding over her again, his mouth following like he couldn’t stop himself, like touching her was the only thing keeping him alive.
He kissed down her stomach, then lower, until she gasped and grabbed at his hair again.
Sebastian finally lifted his head, his breathing rough, eyes dark as midnight. Without a word, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it aside. The expensive fabric hit the floor like it was nothing. His watch followed with a sharp click as it landed on the nightstand.
Her gaze followed every movement. The crisp white fabric slid off his shoulders, baring the broad lines of his chest and arms before joining the jacket on the floor.
He unbuckled his belt with one hand, his eyes locked on hers the entire time. “I’m not letting you go tonight.” he said softly, almost like a warning.
When the belt slid free, he didn’t toss it away. He set it beside them on the bed.
Her pulse jumped.
The tailored pants hit the floor next, leaving him in nothing but the hard planes of muscle and control that defined him. He climbed back onto the bed, the predator returning to his prey—but there was tenderness too, the kind only he could give.
His hands came down on either side of her head as he leaned close. “You trust me?”
She nodded, breathless.
“Say it.”
“I… I trust you.”
That was all he needed.
The next second, her wrists were pinned above her head, the smooth leather of Sebastian’s belt cutting a controlled line of restraint across her skin. His voice was low, intimate, as he tightened it just enough.
“Good girl.”
Her heart pounded wildly. The dominance in him was unmistakable now—he was the man who built empires, the one who controlled everything he touched. And tonight, that control was all on her.
Sebastian’s eyes burned with a dark hunger as he admired her helpless form, the soft sway of her chest, the flush rising in her cheeks. “I fucking love this view,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “So fucking perfect, baby.”
His hands gripped her hips hard, legs spread wide under his control. His thumbs dug into the soft curves of her waist as he leaned close, hot breath fanning over her trembling skin.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growled, voice rough, teeth just grazing the shell of her ear. His lips traced the line down herneck to her shoulder, biting just enough to leave a fire on her skin. She shivered violently at the sensation, body quivering under the relentless heat of his gaze.
His hand slipped lower, brushing her bare flesh. Fingers teased the sensitive swell between her legs, dragging slow, torturing circles that made her back arch and her breath hitch.
“Ahhh…” she gasped, body writhing against him even though her wrists were pinned.
“Shh, no whining,” he murmured, letting a finger trace the slickness gathering, teasing her mercilessly. “You’re going to take everything I give you tonight, understood?”
Emily nodded, her chest heaving, lips parted in desperate anticipation.
Without warning, he pressed a kiss to her collarbone, dragging a rough line of teeth across it, then his mouth moved lower, licking, nipping, and teasing every inch of her upper body. Her hands flexed against the belt holding her, desperate to feel more, to touch him, to break free—but he held her in place effortlessly.
Then, Sebastian’s fingers plunged fully between her legs, dragging her juices over his digits in a rhythm that made her moan loudly, hips jerking against his hand. He didn’t relent. Instead, he added pressure, his thumb teasing the most sensitive spot, drawing broken gasps and whimpers from her lips.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growled, voice low and throaty, watching her reaction like a man possessed. “So fucking beautiful.”
She arched into him, trying to move her hips, but his other hand pressed hard against her lower back, pinning her fully tothe mattress. “No moving,” he hissed, voice like silk wrapped in steel.
