Page 69 of A Sinful Viscount's Mistletoe Affair

“Sebastian,” she murmured. “Shall we get onto the bed?”

He pulled away and shook his head. “I want to have you right here, against this wall.”

His mouth moved downwards, while his hands began to unfasten her dress. Soon, it fell to the floor, leaving her in a thin petticoat. He pressed his mouth against her breasts and began to lick her nipple. The pleasure was so intense that she cried out.

In a moment, though, she pushed him back. “Sebastian, I want to pleasure you the way you pleasure me,” she panted.

He looked at her and smiled. “You already give me so much pleasure, just by being yourself,” he said softly. “You are the most beautiful thing imaginable, and I want to make love to you every day of my life.”

She took a breath and forced herself to be bold, then reached down to touch the hardness of him, under his breeches. “I want us to be naked,” she whispered.

Sebastian gave her a wolfish grin. “You do not need to say much to convince me that that is a good idea,” he replied. He pulled her petticoat down, threw it on the floor, and then freed himself from his own shirt and breeches.

His manhood stood proudly in front of him, and she looked at it with wonder. She already knew what pleasure it could produce, but now she wanted to explore it a little more for herself. She reached down to hold it in her hands.

Sebastian let out a moan. “Your hands feel so good on me, Isabella.”

She grasped it a little tighter and began to move her hands up and down, enjoying the feeling of his hardness between her hands and the effect her touch was having on him.

“Oh Isabella, I cannot bear it any longer,” he said, his voice a little hoarse as he pushed her back against the wall. He moved her legs apart and slowly slipped his finger inside her.

She felt the waves of pleasure beginning to build. It was astonishing how quickly his touch turned her into a pool of hot desire, she thought. His other hand was on her naked breast now, kneading it and teasing her nipple.

“I need to be inside you now,” he whispered.

She nodded. “I need you too, Sebastian.”

He took her in his arms and lifted her up, then carried her over to the bed, and laid her down on her back.

“I want to give you more pleasure than you have ever felt before,” he whispered, then kissed her mouth softly. His fingers caressed her centre, and she began to feel the heat rising within her.

He climbed on top of her and slowly pushed himself inside her, moving so slowly that she almost could not bear the tension.

She arched her back and pushed herself towards him. His hands moved to her breasts, and he caressed them as he looked deep into her eyes.

“I never knew it could be like this,” she murmured, staring up at him. She reached up to touch his body, his muscular chest, his strong arms. She felt safe with him now, after all they had been through.

“Isabella, my love, I promise you, it will always be like this, and better.” He kissed her again as their movement began to quicken. He pushed himself deeper into her, and she felt herself begin to rise to her climax.

She held onto him tightly. “Sebastian, I think I cannot live without you!” she cried, as her crescendo came.

He thrust himself into her one last time with a moan, then looked into her eyes again. “My darling, you do not have to. I will always be here with you, forever.”

They lay together in the darkness, their breathing gradually slowing as their bodies remained intertwined. Isabella thought that she had never been so happy, but she knew in her heart that their happy ever after was only just beginning.

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