Page 186 of When We Ignite
“Fuck, Ash. I’m going to come. Fuck. Go faster,” I babbled, my voice ragged with need.
The jars rattled violently on the shelves as Sebastian complied, his pace growing frantic.
“Me too, pet,” he groaned. His forehead pressed against mine, our shared breath mingling as his movements turned erratic.
I nodded, my legs clamping tighter around him as he pushed me higher and higher. And then the pleasure spilled over. My orgasm hit hard, ripping through me, and my cock twitched, untouched, as hot spurts coated both of our chests.
“Ash!” I cried out, overcome by the intensity, the sheer bliss of it all.
“Oh, fuck. So fucking hot—” His words were guttural, desperate. He slammed his hips against mine one last time, groaning deep and long as he spilled, his release warming me from the inside out.
I stared at him, transfixed by the way his face contorted in pleasure, utterly lost in me. He caught my lips in a searing kiss, though neither of us could fully keep up through our heavy breathing.
Sebastian’s legs buckled slightly, and we both chuckled, soft and breathless, as he carefully pulled out and lowered me to the floor. My legs wobbled, barely able to hold my weight.
I grimaced as his release started to drip out of me.
Sebastian snorted, his gaze dropping to my thighs before shifting back to me with amusement lighting his dark eyes. He rubbed at his chest, holding up his hand, now sticky and glistening.
“What a fucking mess.”
“Is this like shock treatment for you?” I teased, still catching my breath.
Sebastian nodded, a laugh escaping him.
I couldn’t help but laugh too, grabbing his neck and pulling him into another kiss. The press of our chests came with the slick, sticky reminder of sweat and cum.
“Christ,” he muttered, looking around the pantry for something—anything—to clean us up with.
“Probably not the best place to experiment with bare fucking, huh?”
His laugh burst out loudly, and he quickly clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle it. Too bad it wasn’t his clean hand.
“Oh my God, Ash, stop. You’re making it worse,” I said, grinning as I pulled his hand away and tried to assess the damage.
I brushed at his face, wiping away the smudges while smiling up at him.
His dark eyes locked on mine, his expression open—everything I had ever wanted from him reflected back at me in that moment.
I loved him so fucking much.
And then there was a sharp knock at the door.
The mood shifted instantly.
Our smiles vanished, and Sebastian’s face drained of color. My stomach dropped to my feet as my heart stopped dead in my chest.
We stood frozen, holding our breath, praying for a miracle.
Please, God. Let it be Henry.
A second knock.
“Sebastian, we need to talk. Right now.”
Oliver’s voice boomed through the door, cold and angry.
Shit.
