Page 136 of The Gods Forbid

I needed something from him to obsess over after he left me.

It was that thought that had me grinding down on him harder, his hand slipping between my legs. Sebastian froze the second it happened.

“What is it?” I cried against his lips, my hips rolling down on their own accord.

Sebastian nibbled on my lower lip, then answered, “I don’t think it hit me until this moment that you might be wet for me.” His fingers slipped down, teasing my entrance. “Soaked.”

I nodded, humming in agreement. I wasn’t going to apologize for that, not when it wasn’t just about what he’d done tonight. He’d teased me to this state for months.

His fingers curled up, slipping inside me and we both gasped. “Ride my hand, love,” Sebastian commanded, his other hand tightening on my hip and forcing me down.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. My hips started to roll on their own accord, pushing his fingers against me until I started to see stars. This was going to be over dangerously fast.

My chest already felt tight, my limbs seizing and making my movements jerky as I moved over his hand.

Sebastian’s mouth fell to my neck, sucking hard enough to mark. I wanted to ask him if he was trying to.

I didn’t have the chance to, because I was coming. It took me by surprise, the force with which my orgasm hit me.

I couldn’t control my power then, and I was sure I’d shocked Sebastian, but I didn’t think he cared. Not when he was whispering curses in my ear.

I didn’t want this to end. Before Sebastian could even speak, my hands were on the waistband of his briefs, pushing them down.

His cock bobbed against his stomach, and for a second I got worried.

The only other person I’d done this with was … well, nothing about that isolated experience was similar to this.

“Are you sure about this?” Sebastian asked, even though he was pushing his own briefs off now. “I want you to be sure this is what you want, because I am going to fuck you into oblivion.”

“I want you,” I gasped out, my throat seizing when the hot length of him pressed directly against me. I was pretty sure I loved him, but I couldn’t tell him that.

Not now, not ever.

“Then you’ll have me,” Sebastian said, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Just,” the word was broken off as the length of his cock pressed into my clit, my hips rolling down on instinct. “Be gentle at first.”

Sebastian’s hand tightened in my hair. “I would never hurt you.” My hips jerked up, the tip of his length sliding between my legs.

My legs burned with restraint, my entire body begging me to sink down. Sebastian’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and my hand covered his. His mouth moved around to my ear, speaking low and dark. “You offered this to me,” he said, pushing his hips up ever so slightly, our bodies connected now. “And I’m fucking taking it, but I will never hurt you.”

I collapsed against his chest at the words, my hips sinking down on his cock easily. But no amount of pleasure I’d experience by my hand or otherwise could compare to this.

Sebastian’s breath grew ragged in my ear. “Oh, fuck, Persy,” he growled, his hips rolling upwards and drawing a sharp cry from my throat.

My hands dug into his shoulders, begging for purchase as I pulled back, aching for a view of us moving together. Sebastian’s forehead pressed to mine, looking down at where we were joined.

It was too much. Seeing his tan, defined abs flexing as he rocked into me. The base of him as he pulled out slightly. And when he re-positioned his hand on my hip, angling his thumb to press my clit, I was sure I was going to pass out.

“Sebastian,” I cried, his name hoarse.

“You’re doing so well, love,” he said, still looking down at us. “You feel fucking perfect. Better than I’d imagined.”

“You imagined me?” I asked, more on a sigh than anything. My chest was pulling so tight I could feel electricity snaking down my ribs, my second release already dangerously close.

Sebastian laughed incredulously, and the sight of his sly grin almost made me finish right there. “You cannot even begin to imagine all the ways I’ve thought about feeling you.”

“Tell me,” I begged. I was already on my knees, or I’d have added that to make sure he knew how badly I wanted to know.