“How could I forget?”
His lips claim mine, my own taste filling my mouth. A moan of desire rumbles up my throat as my body heats up, ready for more.
“Wicked princess,” Seb growls, settling himself between my legs.
“Yes,” I scream like a shameless whore when he pushes inside me, fully hard once again from eating me. My back arches off the bed as he works himself all the way in until we’re connected in the most carnal way.
He leans over me, his body lining up perfectly with mine.
My pussy clenches around him, desperate for him to move, but all he does is rest his forearms on either side of my head and stare down into my eyes.
It’s weirdly intimate, which is odd considering what’s going on below our waists.
“I meant it. You know that, don’t you?”
I swallow, the raw honesty in his eyes and voice getting the better of me.
“I do,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His nose touches mine. It’s such a simple move, but it makes my heart tumble in my chest.
“I’m falling in love with you, Hellion.”
Oh. My. God.
Tears pool in my eyes, and I hate for the briefest moment that I’m being a total girl about that confession. But the second he sees my reaction, the way his face utterly melts with happiness, I forget all about my show of weakness.
But just like before, he doesn’t give me a chance to say anything in return—not that I’m entirely sure what I’d say, because finally, he rolls his hips, and the moan that rips from my throat ensures no words do.
Am I falling in love with him too? Or am I still in the throes of hate?
Sometime soon I might stop lying to myself and admit the truth. Maybe.
Seb’s movements remain measured as he carefully watches me.
The need to look away from his eyes is almost too much to deny. I feel ripped open, vulnerable, completely at his fucking mercy, and it terrifies me.
My head might still not quite be on board with this, but my heart? That little bitch is bouncing up and down in excitement, desperate for the rest of me to catch up with her.
“Seb?” I ask softly.
“Yeah, baby.” As if he can sense that I’m struggling, he breaks our eye contact and nuzzles his face into my neck, kissing my skin and sending goose bumps racing across my body.
“Are you making love to me?”
He stills for a beat and I can’t help but wonder if that’s because he wasn’t aware or because I’m calling him out on it.
“Yeah, I guess I am. That okay with you?” he asks, amusement laced through his tone.
“Yeah. Just… maybe fuck me after. I’m not sure I can cope with too much softness from you.”
He chuckles against me, suddenly thrusting his hips, taking me deeper and making me gasp in shock.
“How about a bit of both?”
“Sounds perfect,” I breathe as he does it again and I drag my nails down his back.
I might want him to stop being an asshole, but only in certain ways. I love his wicked side in bed, and he damn well knows it.