Page 18 of Forever His Favorite
Sebastian bent his head, his mouth closing around her swollen peak. His tongue licked and circled, his lips sucking her mercilessly until she thought she might break apart again.
Her cry dissolved into a helpless moan as he climbed over her, his mouth claiming her breasts, biting, sucking, lavishing them with fierce attention. His hands molded her soft curves as his mouth tormented the sensitive tips, drawing out broken whimpers that only fueled his hunger.
Between her thighs, his fingers plunged into her again, stroking and curling until she was trembling uncontrollably. His body was straining, his shaft hard and throbbing, veins standing out as if it might burst from the force of his own desire.
Even as she shattered again and again, Sebastian hadn’t allowed himself release. The control only darkened his hunger, making him more ruthless, more consuming.
With a sharp tug, he unfastened the restraints from her wrists and ankles. Then, he lifted her into his arms. Her back pressed firmly to his chest as his hands claimed her breasts, kneading, teasing, while he carried her across the room.
The window in the room loomed ahead, rain streaking down the glass and blurring the endless stretch of trees beyond. The storm-painted view was breathtaking—dark, wild, and untamed, just like the man holding her.
He set her down, bending her forward until her knees rested precariously on the narrow sill. Her palms gripped the cold metal handles for balance, her body arched and offered, while his chest pinned her shoulders down so her hips lifted outward in helpless surrender.
Sebastian’s breaths came ragged. He reached for his shirt, tearing the buttons open one by one until the fabric slid fromhis shoulders. The sound of his belt unbuckling followed, the leather slipping free before his trousers hit the floor. Every piece of clothing stripped away only revealed more of his powerful restraint, his body cut from desire and control.
One large hand pressed firmly against the back of her neck, keeping her in place. Slowly, he dragged his fingers down her spine—over the graceful curve of her back, tracing each vertebra until he reached the dip of her hips. She shivered violently at the trail of his touch.
His hand spread across her, steadying her, while his fingers explored her most forbidden place.
“Ahhh… Sebastian…” Emily whimpered, her chest flattening against the chilled glass as her fingers dug into the handles. Her knees pressed harder against the window sill, the rough edge biting into her skin as heat rippled through her.
The angle left her utterly vulnerable, every sensation amplified. His thick fingers stretched her, filling her with relentless pressure. Her body shook with each deep thrust, every stroke punishing and possessive. Her slickness coated his touch, proof of how much he unraveled her.
“Twenty-three…” she breathed out in a broken whisper, her lashes squeezing shut as pleasure and pain tangled until her nerves felt aflame.
Sebastian gripped one of her thighs and lowered it, placing it on the ground. The position spread her wider, exposing her completely. His hand returned to her chest, pinching her swollen nipple while his other hand slid down between her trembling thighs.
“You’re soaking for me,” he whispered against her ear, his tongue tracing the sensitive shell before flicking over the lobe.
Emily clenched her teeth, her body straining between the sweet torment and the edge of release.
“Your fingers…” she croaked softly, resting her forehead against the glass, her hardened peaks pressed to the cool surface. “Please… move… a little more…”
Sebastian’s hand remained merciless. Two fingers circled her clit, stroking in slow motions—just enough to ignite fire through her body, but never enough to grant her the release she craved. Pleasure coiled sharp and tight, only to be denied at the very edge.
“Nnnhhh…!” Emily cried out as another trembling wave shook her, her body convulsing against the torment.
“Should I start from one again, baby?” Sebastian’s voice was a husky growl in her ear, rough with possession.
“Twenty-four!” she gasped out quickly, the word tumbling from her lips in fear of his threat.
A wicked smirk tugged at his mouth.
With sudden force, he spread her legs wide and shifted her, pressing her against the glass until her body arched outward, fully displayed. Dropping to his knees, he buried his face between her thighs. His tongue swept over her folds, his nose pressed against her sensitive bud as he devoured her without restraint.
“Ahhh—Sebastian…!” Emily cried, her back arching away from the window. But his grip was iron, holding her in place while his mouth consumed her. His lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard before his tongue flicked in relentless strokes, alternating between tender licks and rough pulls that made her body writhe.
Her release tore through her, leaving her gasping, her words barely coherent. “…twenty-five…” she whispered, trembling as her thighs clenched around his head.
He didn’t stop. His tongue slid lower while his hand explored further, two thick fingers pressing into her from, filling her and curving deep inside. At the same time, his teeth grazed her swollen peak, sending her spiraling again.
“Twenty-six…” Her voice shook, almost breaking, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Her gaze dropped to him, and what she saw stole her breath—Sebastian’s stormy eyes fixed on her core, his mouth feasting on her as though he would never let her go, his hunger shameless and unrelenting.
“Twenty-seven,” she gasped again, her voice faint, her body quivering as another climax rolled through her.
Suddenly, he surged to his feet, flipping her with a rough strength. In the next heartbeat, he drove into her, his thick length plunging deep, striking the spot inside her that shattered her into pieces.
