Page 82 of Addicted To His Favorite
Emily gasped into his mouth, trying to push at his chest, but he was immovable.
“At least let me lock the door—” she managed between frantic kisses.
Sebastian didn’t even look at the door. One swift kick and the lock clicked shut behind him. He never stopped kissing her.
Step by step, Sebastian drove her backward, his large hands steady on her waist, guiding her until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed.
“Sebastian! Someone might see—”
“Hush.” His voice was low, rough, a warning wrapped in temptation. “You think I care?”
Emily’s breath caught. That tone—dark, heated—sent a shiver racing down her spine.
He bent closer, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. “Do you have any idea what it’s like watching you all night? Every time you walked past me…” His hand traced down her side, slow anddeliberate, fingertips grazing the hem of her nightdress. “Every time you bent over in front of me…”
She shivered as his palm pushed the fabric higher, baring more of her thighs inch by inch.
“Sebastian…” she whispered, unsure if it was a protest or a plea.
“Tell me,” he murmured, his hand tightening on her waist. “Which part of you can I touch first?”
He gave her hip a light squeeze. “Here?”
Before she could answer, his hand slid higher, brushing over her breast through the thin fabric, his voice dropping lower. “Here?”
Emily gasped, her body betraying her as she doubled over slightly, breaths coming quicker. His fingers moved lower, cupping her between her thighs over her dress, pressing lightly. “Here?”
“Ah… S-Sebastian…” Her broken voice trembled, and the sound seemed to unravel him.
His other hand rose, his palm wrapping gently around her throat. He bent his head, his mouth grazing her earlobe, voice rough with everything he’d been holding back.
“Do you know how hard it is for me to resist you? You drive me insane, baby. When you leaned over earlier, I wanted to pull you back against me and taste every inch of you. When you brushed past me, all I could think about was how good you’d sound when I finally had you underneath me.”
He towered over Emily, his broad frame making her feel small in his arms. Her head barely reached his chest, and she felt completely at his mercy—her senses tangled up in him, her heartbeat erratic.
“Don’t…” Her voice trembled, soft but urgent. The thought of anyone seeing her like this, pressed so close to him, terrified her.
Sebastian’s lips trailed along her throat, slow and warm. His voice came out low, rough, as if each word cost him. “You’ve been pulling away from me since we got here,” he murmured, the words brushing against her skin. “Do you know what that did to me? You wouldn’t even look at me… I haven’t been able to think straight since.”
Emily’s breath caught when his hand traced down her waist before he lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all. Her legs curled around his torso without a thought, instinct taking over.
“Sebastian…” Her whisper was barely a sound, more like a plea lost in the air.
He pulled back just enough, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, fraying at the edges despite his effort to stay in control. “Do you have any idea what it takes for me to hold back all day? And now you want our nights apart too?”
His hand slid to her waist, drawing her closer as his lips traced a path to her neck, tasting the soft, heated skin. A faint shiver ran through her at his touch, and he paused, letting her feel the slow burn of his desire before gently tilting her toward the bed.
With careful, possessive hands, he guided her down, keeping her close against him as they moved. Her body molded to his effortlessly, every curve pressing into him, every sigh a tiny surrender.
Once she was lying on the bed, he lifted her arms above her head, spreading them slowly, his hands tracing the length of her arms before sliding down to her thighs, parting them with a tenderness that belied the hunger in his eyes.
Emily’s skin was flushed, her thighs still adorned with the faint, dark traces of his previous kisses and bites.
The scent of her arousal mixed with the faint perfume lingering on her skin, and he inhaled deeply, struggling to control the raw urge coiling within him. His lips traced a slow, teasing path from her ear down the side of her throat, tasting the silky warmth, letting her feel the heat of his breath and tongue.
His hands glided over her like they had been made to memorize every inch of her, sliding up her upper thighs to the soft swell of her hips, pressing lightly.
His mouth ached to roam, to taste, but he restrained himself, teasing her, making every inch of her skin ache for him.
