Page 62 of His True Beloved

Sebastian’s cock swelled, the mightier grunts and growls having my body seize with my cum dripping down my leg. “Such a good little human.” He licked his lips. His sweat dripped on my breasts, and he bit down on my bouncing tits. My head fell to the side, watching him lick the blood from the wound.

I felt nothing but pleasure in places where I never thought I could. My pussy tightened again, feeling it sucking his cock inside me deeper until we both fell over the invisible tsunami of erotic pleasure.

We panted, his cock still buried so deep I swear I felt it in my stomach. Our bodies spent laying on top of one another, he licked my wound and trailed kisses up my neck before finally he reached my lips.

“You’re perfect. You know that?” I swear his red eyes twinkled like red and white Christmas lights. “I’m blessed to have you, Christine, so blessed. I’ll never take that for granted.” My lip wobbled. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me.

Sure, Mom said I was her little miracle, but when it came to the opposite sex, my mate telling me I was his whole world, it did something to a woman.

“I love you,” I blurted. As much shock as I should have from the release of my words, I knew it came from the heart. “I do… love you.” Sebastian’s smile widened, his lips descending to mine until we entangled our bodies against the sheets again.

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I thought we would fall asleep after, but Sebastian’s cock was constantly hard and his hunger for me to cum three or four times in a damn hour was insatiable. I was not sure what I loved more, receiving orgasms or watching him fall apart as he coated the walls of my pussy or my breasts with his cum.

After the fifth round of the morning, I had to beg him to stop. We never established a safe word as they do in romance novels, but it was only because it never came up. I could very well take anything he threw at me, but I was still human, and he was well… not.

After repeatedly telling me he was sorry, that my body was so insatiable he couldn’t stand it, I only laughed and cuddled into him. We left the lovemaking liquids on my body because I seriously couldn’t keep my eyes open.

The next time I woke, I was completely clean, not feeling grimy or sticky as I thought I would. In fact, my hair was only slightly damp, like it had been towel-dried and neatly brushed. The sheets were changed from the deep red we once laid upon to a silky black.

My fingers ran through the sheets, feeling the slick feel of coolness on my skin. I hummed, entirely sexually satisfied, yet the heat between my thighs reminded me that I was sure to want more later.

I sat up in bed. The shower was running, and steam was slowly pouring out of the bathroom. Sebastian even left the door open so that I could see his muscular ass straight through the steam shower glass doors. I smirked, thinking about going in to join him even after he had cleaned me, but the movement of my thighs had me second-guessing.

So. Damn. Sore.

I need a pad with ice stuffed into it to lay against my swollen, puffy lower lips.

I plopped back on the cool sheets until my stomach rumbled, and of course, my beloved would have thought to feed me because there was fruit, cheeses, and bread sitting on the nightstand. I stretched as far as I could to grab a strawberry and plop it in my mouth.

The curtains were still drawn, and the soft glow of a red lamp filtered the room. It wasn’t overly bright like the main entryways or hallways of the house. This room was darker in comparison. Dark, but still very fashionable, and no gargoyle paintings to be seen.

That’s a relief.

Finding a piece of cheese as I waited for Sebastian, I heard a soft buzz.

My body turned, although sore, to find the oncoming noise, realizing it had to be my phone. Sebastian wasn’t too technology savvy, I could sense this, so I doubt he knew how to put his phone into a vibration state.

Crawling with the sheet wrapped around my breasts, I find my purse lying on the floor and the light peering away from the darkness of the half-opened bag. Gritting my teeth, I leaned over the bed, pulling it to my lap.

Hoping it was Pamela, Justin, or even my mom, I pulled it out to find the dreadful ‘unknown number’ across the screen. I didn’t answer it last night, wanting to relish in the moment of finding my special someone.

But back to reality I go.

Sebastian was humming in the shower, the sweet hums filling me with such happiness until the phone buzzed again. The phone flashed ‘missed call,’ and I sighed in relief, only for it to begin buzzing again. I nibbled my lip, thinking if I should call Sebastian to help me take this, but with my worst judgment, I swiped the screen to hear the ominous breathing on the other side.

After hearing that Wyatt was an incubus and he was still after me, my mind went straight to just that. What if all these calls were Wyatt?

“Wyatt?” I said shakily until the dark chuckle reverberated into the phone. The first time I heard something other than breathing on the other side, I now had chills pushing down my spine.

“It’s about time you called out my name, Sunshine.”

Oh, shit.

“You’ve been calling me?” I gripped the sheets tightly. My spunk was gone. He wasn’t a human; he was a damn demon, which scared me the hell out. I couldn’t just block him from my life like an ordinary human girl. He could infiltrate my dreams now if Justin was right about him.

“What do you want? We’re over,” I snapped. Well, I tried to snap because, hell, there was a quiver to my voice.

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