Page 80 of Sterling Heat

“Think your new toy can do this?” Sebastian lowers his head between my thighs and with one thick lap of his tongue, swipes up my slit. My hips buck upward, chasing his mouth.

He chuckles before blowing on sensitive folds. “Tell me my mouth is better.”

“Your mouth is better,” I moan as my hands splay over my belly, fingers tickling my flesh as I glide them closer to my core.

Sebastian claps a hand over mine, trapping them in place so I can’t touch myself. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I groan as his tongue licks over me once more. I always want to be his.

Sebastian holds still a second at the strength in my voice. The conviction. I belong to him, but he belongs to me.

“Tell me you trust me.” His voice drops, ragged, raw.

“I trust you. Always.”

Tension vibrates off his body, ricocheting between my thighs.

“I can’t promise to go slow tonight but I promise I’ll never hurt you.” His mouth is suddenly moving, sipping tender folds, and tonguing sensitive creases. He nips at my clit before sucking at the nub. Then his tongue returns, kissing me, caressing me, driving me mad.

I chew at my lips, holding back mews and moans of pleasure, so I don’t disturb Adara.

Sebastian removes his hand from where it covered mine and pins my thighs to the bed instead. I dig my fingers into his hair. My thumbs swipe around the shell of his earlobes while his tongue draws along my slit. He shifts and two fingers easily enter me as his tongue moves to my clit, twirling in such a way, I’m frozen in bliss.

With an intensity I didn’t think could surpass last night, a ripple rushes through my middle, like water falling over a ledge, pummeling to a pool below. The crash bubbles. The roar suppressed by my teeth digging into my lower lip. I don’t know if I can hold back the scream. Like a dam collecting water, the pressure is too great. I’m breaking.

Sebastian is relentless, pulling the sensitive nub toward him, tugging at me, drawing out the pleasure. His hands cup the back of my thighs, lifting my legs, as he starts savoring me, slurping at me like a treasured dish. A man thirsting for something he’s never drank before.

His. Trust. Love.

“Again,” he commands at soaked flesh and dripping folds. His mouth moves with ease as his fingers toy with me. “Tell me again, I’m—”

“You’re mine.” I quietly cry, needing him to know if I’m his, he’s mine. “No one has ever touched me like you. Made me feel like you do.”

The words sound like praise talk during sexy times, but the truth is laced within them.

Sebastian Sylver is ruining me. There will be no other man after him. I only want him.

Now. Later. Forever.

His tongue continues ferociously feasting, like a beast unleashed and allowed to eat after a famine. Sebastian’s entire life has been a dry-spell, and I want to feed his soul, warm his heart, prove to him he’s so much more than he thinks he is.

He sucks at my core. My God, his tongue. I’m a slippery mess. A blend of fingers and lips, and that glorious tongue. Quickly, I’m cresting again. That river about to barrel over the edge and fall into a canyon, slowing filling with crystal clear water. Because at the heart of this rush is love.

I see it. I feel it. I love Sebastian. And I know he could love me.

Fuck, I silently cry in my head as my body curls forward and my thighs clamp together, caging in his head. The second crest equals the intensity of the first, and after a long, hard rush and then a slow drifting sensation, I float back to the bed, replete and spent.

Sebastian slowly relents, pressing kisses to my core before moving to my inner thighs and brushing his moist lips over my skin.

I take a moment to catch my breath because tonight I will not retreat from pleasuring him.

Chapter 24

[Sebastian]

With strength I wouldn’t have expected from her, Enya sits upright and presses on my shoulders, forcing me to my back. Quickly, she scrambles over me, unbuckling my jeans and tugging them downward. She doesn’t fully remove them, and I’m relieved she doesn’t take the time. I’m so fucking hard, her breath is going to set me off.

When her hand wraps around my dick, my hips buck off the bed. I bite my tongue to prevent crying out and waking Adara. Thoughts of her have me turning my head in the direction of the bassinet. I have some strong feelings about that little munchkin, but if she wakes up right now, I’m going to lose it.