“Fucking wicked.”
He captures my lips, obviously taking my teasing as my agreement to be quiet as he slams as deep as he can get in this position.
He hikes my leg up higher over his hip and grinds into me.
It’s slow, different to all the other times we’ve been together.
There’s no hate, no pain. Just desperation and promises of something better to come.
“I’m gonna keep you safe, I fucking promise you, baby.”
“I know,” I whisper, biting back my initial response to tell him that it’s not his responsibility. But I figure that if we’re gonna really do this, then I need to let go of some of the fights and just let him do what he needs to do.
He never ups the pace. Nor does he break our kiss after I’ve said those words.
Every single roll of his hips and caress of his tongue brands him straight into my soul.
It’s terrifying. Exhilarating.
And fuck, I never want it to stop.
* * *
When I wake, it’s with Seb holding onto me just as tightly as he was when I drifted off.
It only took minutes for sleep to claim me after he came good on my demand and made me come with his slow, measured thrusts, once again backing up all the words he’d told me earlier in the day with his actions and burning touches.
“Morning, baby,” his deep voice rumbles from above me.
Lifting my cheek from his bare chest, I look up at him.
He looks wide awake, as if he’s been lying there waiting for me to stir for the longest time.
“Hey. You should have woken me,” I say, feeling guilty.
“No chance.”
Dipping his head, he tries to capture my lips.
“Morning breath,” I mumble, trying not to part my lips.
“You’re cute.” His fingers find my chin and he holds me in place as he takes what he wants. “Now that’s what I was waiting for.” He drops one more kiss to the tip of my nose and holds me tighter. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah, actually. I did,” I confess, nuzzling against his chest.
I shouldn’t feel this secure, this content. But I do. And I know that it’s all because of him.
“What time is it?”
“Almost eleven.”
“Shit. We should be at school.”
“Fuck it, we’ll go tomorrow.”
“You’re a bad influence, Sebastian.”
“Me? Have you met yourself, Hellion?”