His hands rub down my arms, and then he cups my tender breasts again, tugging my nipples that are still hard.
“Sebastian.” My body starts to come alive again, only now everything is more sensitive. My body tingles all over. Sebastian knows, if he wants to, he could make me orgasm from kissing the area behind my knee. “Again?” I ask when he thrusts against, in and out, but then he pulls all the way out and my eyes fall upon his impressive cock.
It has his come and mine dripping down the veined shaft, and it is the only glimpse I get of him before he bend down and lifts my leg, dragging his nose down my thigh. and As he gets to my knee, I know he read my mind.
A mischievous smile crooks his lips. “Baby, we have a lot of time to make up for. If you think we’re leaving this room before we fall unconscious with exhaustion, you are in for a very orgasmic surprise.”
My lips form an O as he kisses and lavishes the back of my knee with his tongue and soft, yet demanding lips.
I’m not sure how long we stay in his room. I know we lived by three simple rules until we finally fall asleep from that exhaustion he talked about.
Food, water, orgasms—Oh my, what a delight.
Chapter Seventeen
SEBASTIAN
The smile on my face has been there for hours while we’ve laid in bed. Gabriella is still asleep. She is wrapped around me like a sloth wraps its limbs around a branch. Her head is on my chest, and her arms and legs are hooked around me. It was adorable about three hours ago; now I just really need to use the restroom.
I don’t have the heart to wake her.
We haven’t left the room for two days. All we ever do is nap, drink, and I have food delivered.
Unfortunately, it is time to get back to the real world today. I don’t want to, but if Kendrick is alive, she is in danger.
We are safe in this room, in this house, and that is the most important thing right now. She is secure. In my arms. That puts a smile on my face. Along with the fact that she was a virgin, and I was her first.
I’m a grown fucking man, and it shouldn’t matter to me, really, but it’s Gabriella. I was sure she and Kendrick had sex. I am glad that horrible brother of mine didn’t put his hands on her sexually. I know there was physical abuse. I could feel it as my hands ran down her back. There were these thick, puckered ridges on the expanse of her flesh. From the tips of her shoulders, down to her ass, she is scarred.
She won’t let me see them. Not once did I flip her over to her stomach and fuck her from behind. Not once did she reverse cowgirl, not once did we move to our sides, and it wasn’t a problem, not for me. We can have sex missionary for the rest of our lives, and it will be enough for me and with her on top. She looks fucking amazing on top, but I want her to trust me.
I want her to know that I’ll love her no matter what, regardless of her scars. I don’t care about them, not in the shallow kind of sense. I care how she got them and why. I want to know what her life was like with Kendrick. She hasn’t talked about him at all, and if we have any chance at finding him, I need to understand everything he did and why. How does Kendrick think? If he didn’t want her for himself, what did he want her for?
If it wasn’t sexually, I can’t figure it the fuck out. She is a bombshell, beautiful, the prettiest woman on the fucking planet, and sexy, my god, she is sexy. And she feels so good. She is wild card, a surprise that gives me a thrill every day. What more could a guy want if it isn’t that?
I glance down to try to see her back, but her hair covers most of it. Reaching up, I gather the thick, brown strands and start to move them away, but she startles and stretches awake.
Of course, she did.
I can't push it. If she wants me to see them, she’ll show me. Maybe that’s when I’ll know she fully trusted me.
“Hi,” she says sleepily, rubbing her chin against my chest as she stretches.
Her hand wacks me in the face, and she gasps. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” She is wide awake now, straddling my chest as she cups my face, stroking my cheek.
It doesn’t hurt at all, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“It stings a little,” I hiss, milking the pain so she continues to touch me.
“Aw, Sebastian, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. Can you forgive me?” She bends down and brushes her lips over the spot she hit.
“I don’t know. Keep doing that, and I’ll let you know.” I tilt my head back to give her more room.
She sit ups and smacks my chest. “Does it even really hurt?”
“So bad. I … I think it might bruise.”
“Oh, you’re so full of it,” she says and yelps when I roll her to her back and kiss her senseless.
My cock rubs between her folds. “You’re about to be full of it.”
“You did not just say that.” She laughs against my mouth, then her head hits the pillow as she busts out with loud laughter. “That was terrible. I can’t believe you said that.”
“What?” I nudge her entrance again and slide in slowly until I’m to the hilt. She gasps and stares at me with those chocolate eyes that reminded me of Hershey kisses. I suddenly have a deep craving for chocolate, but then I appreciate her golden skin, and I want caramel.
On her body.
Licking the stickiness off with my tongue.
“Are you not full of it? Cause it feels like you are.” I slide out, then in, and she tries to smile through the pleasure, but she can’t.
“Sebastian.”
I love how she says my name, all breathless with a slight whine.
“What?” I ask, keeping a slow, steady rhythm instead of one frantic and needy. It’s lazy morning sex, the kind someone has still half asleep. It feels so good, like a quick shot of tequila, unexpected but wakes up the right senses to make me more alert for the time being. “What is it, baby? Are you tender?”
“No.” She slowly rocks her head back and forth and meets me thrust for thrust.
“I must not have done something right, then,” I growl, thrusting a bit harder than I intend.
“I just want you that much,” she says, scratching those nails of hers down my back to add to the wounds she put there last night. I have about a dozen or so bite marks all over my chest and shoulders and by the feel of my skin, I have scratches from my neck to my ass.
She is ferocious in bed.
It’s a good thing Kendrick didn’t love her right because he doesn’t know how to handle a woman like Gabriella. He went about it in all the wrong ways, using abuse to control her, but he had no idea the beauty he suppressed when he did it.
Why break someone down when they are resilient to take on the world with you? A partner in crime, someone who can be trusted no matter what? That is what I am going to make her. She’ never know what it is like to be alone again.
She smells of sex and sweat, sleepy Sunday mornings, and tastes of champagne from last night. I want this for the rest of my life. Everything I have worked toward to get here was fucking worth it, and I’d do it all over again.
I break away from the kiss, and my entire face pinches with pleasure as I moan. “What you do to me,” I whisper as I move in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace, but I can't go faster. She feels too good right now. My cock is sore, sensitive, and my sack hurts from coming so much, but not even that can stop me from making love to her right now.