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Before him, all I had was the cold and my rage.

And pain, so much pain.

Now I have so much, and it scares me, but it won't stop me from holding on to this feeling that warms me to my bones.

Because I know in my heart that this is it.

This is all I ever wanted and all I ever want to know.

This love.

His love.

ARIANNA

First Love

“What is this strange feeling in my

chest robbing me of breath?” – A

“Turn around, darling.” Sebastian orders from behind me, and I do. I watch as he gently helps me get out of the gown, leaving me naked except for a tiny nude tong. Then, I stand there, leaning against the bathroom sink, and watch him undress. He starts by discarding the black ribbon to the floor, then he peels off his white shirt, and finally, he kicks off his black dress pants, leaving him in a pair of black boxers that mold to his thick erection and sit just below the defined V of his hips. There are shadows in his eyes. Ones that were put there by the assholes back at the gala and the person who leaked those vile accusations to the media.

Yes, Sebastian made a deal with my father. No, he didn’t make me a child bride.

It’s complicated, yet it doesn't concern them.

They don’t bother to get to the bottom of things before publishing shit to cause a buzz and make money.

Not wanting to think about it and just enjoy the moment, I fix my eyes on him. My eyes move down his abs and over his hard chest. God, he is perfect. My breath catches when our gazes lock. From one look, I can see that he’s on edge, and although that should scare me, it doesn’t. If anything, it turns me on even more than I already am.

I stand in front of him naked, completely exposed to his eyes, and he stands there, setting my entire body on fire with just one look.

He doesn’t move or even seems to take a breath, stone-like, as he devours every inch of me that is now bare to him. His hard chest moves in sync with his breath.

He then reaches for the waistband of his boxers and begins to take them off. My insides clench at the sight of him. Once upon a time, I would've told you that no man is perfect. They’re all flawed but leave it to Sebastian to prove me wrong with his perfect body and equally perfect cock.

“You keep looking at my dick like that, darling. I am going to forget that you’re hurt, bend you over that sink, and fuck you till all there is for you… is me,” he groans before he steps inside the shower where the water is already running and wrap his fist around himself urging me forward.

I join him as he closes the mirror door, trapping us inside. I hold my breath, the anticipation of him touching me again almost too much to even think about. When he pins me to the wall, perfectly placing us under the spray of water, a gasp and then a mewl slide up my throat as he captures my breast in his mouth and cups the other one.

Crazy with lust, I move my hands up his sides, which are wet and hard yet smooth under my palms. When his mouth travels to my other breast, my hips buckle. “Sebastian.”

“I am right here, Arianna.” He lets my breast go with a pop, then his tongue trails up over my collarbone and along my neck. Then, his mouth is on mine. I open for him, his tongue sliding between my lips as his hips press forward, pushing me back to the wall. I feel the tip of his cock against my clit before he pulls back, then, in one brutally beautiful thrust, he fills me.

When he stills deep inside me and pulls his mouth from mine, my lashes flutter open. Staring into his gorgeous eyes, I know that I would do absolutely anything to keep the demons away from this man. Wanting him to feel all I am feeling at this moment, I kiss him and move my hands from his sides to his shoulders, then I brush his wet black hair back from his face, needing to see his eyes.

“Fuck me.” I breathe against his mouth as warm water falls between us.

“No.” He captures my wrists in his hands and pulls them up over my head. Then in one swift movement, he is lifting my legs, wrapping them both around his waist, leaving no space between us.

“Sebastian,” I cry as he slowly thrusts inside me, keeping his blue eyes locked on mine. My nails dig into his hands which are holding me hostage, and my heels move to the back of his thighs. I close my eyes, knowing it’s all too much. This feeling is too intense, but his teeth nip my bottom lip, causing my eyes to fly open.

“Keep your eyes on me, Arianna. Always on me when I’m inside of you.”

“Oh, shit,” I whimper, feeling too much at once.

“Who do you belong to, Arianna?” He pulls back and thrusts forward harder than before.

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