Page 123 of Drawn Together

I thought about the nightmares I’d had during the hours I’d been asleep, and I knew that I hadn’t rested much at all. I felt even more exhausted than before, but I didn’t think itnecessary to concern him, so I nodded. I knew he was dreading the talk that was coming, but he had agreed to help me understand what the hell was going on.

Sebastian sighed, and for an instant, it seemed like he was reading my mind. Our eyes met, and something inside me stirred.

“When I look into your eyes, I feel like I’m looking into the eyes of an angel,” he said, slowly rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “If only you weren’t so beautiful, in every sense of the word.”

His comment seemed out of place, given the circumstances. I was about to respond, but his lips brushed gently against mine.

I sighed, and he took that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, touching me in a way that made my heart race. I hadn’t been expecting that, but I also wasn’t complaining. He leaned me back onto the bed, his body on top of mine. It was the first time we’d been alone in bed together, completely alone, with no cameras to register our movements through the apartment.

He had given me one of his shirts to sleep in, with nothing on underneath. The temptation must have been too much because he wasted no time running his hand up my leg until it rested on my knee. My breathing accelerated at his contact, his closeness, imagining all the possibilities.

“What I feel for you terrifies me, Marfil,” he confessed, his mouth hovering over mine before kissing me again.

I felt my heart flutter when he admitted he felt something for me, and gave in. I slid my hand up the back of his neck and buried my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me, arching my body to be in contact with his.

“I’m scared that I don’t know anything about you, at least not fully, and yet I feel the way I do…” I said in a trembling voice.

“You know much more than you should, believe me.”

He pressed my body into the mattress, giving me exactly what I wanted. Feeling his weight against me—his body so large and mine so small by comparison—made me want him in every sense of the word.

I slipped one of my hands inside his shirt and felt his torso, hard and chiseled like a marble statue. All his muscles were perfectly defined, and I wanted to run my lips, my tongue along every nook and cranny. I tugged on his shirt, and he helped me take it off him.

Were we really doing this? Right now?

I couldn’t shake this strange feeling that he wanted one last chance to have me before he told me the truth that would push me away forever. The thought terrified me, and I hugged him tight, not wanting to ever let go.

I was enthralled by his strength, his perfection, knowing that he had to try so hard to control himself with me, that he would kill for me. It turned me on to think about how strong he was, everything he knew how to do…

“Teach me, Sebastian,” I said, pulling back from his mouth and meeting his gaze. “Teach me how to pleasure you.”

The look he gave me said it all. He picked me up and flipped me around so that I was now straddling him. “Kiss me,” he demanded.

I leaned down and kissed his lips. Then I left a trail of wet kisses along his neck, over his sculpted pecs, and on each one of his well-defined abs until I reached his obliques.

He looked so serious seeing me on top of him, inching closer to that part of him I was dying to taste… My fear vanished. I forgot about all my problems, what might happen to me, the terrible truth he promised to reveal. All I wanted was to pleasure this man whom I loved. For the first time, I wasn’t being selfish. For the first time, I was thinking about him instead of myself and what I felt when he kissed and touched me.

I unbuttoned his jeans, and he helped me take them off him. His erection strained against the fabric of his boxers, demanding my attention. He looked at me, encouraging me to go on, as if giving me permission.

Seeing that I was unsure of what to do next, he took my hand in his and placed it on his dick. He was hard, and I gripped him tightly on pure instinct.

“Slowly, beautiful,” he said, exhaling through his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. “Like this,” he said, showing me how to touch him.

I was shocked by the feel of him in my hands. I had only touched Regan and Liam, and that had been two years ago… Touching Sebastian, seeing his reaction, how his breath hitched.

I didn’t hesitate.

I took him in my mouth, and I heard him curse under his breath, shaking beneath me. That turned me on. I caressed the tip of his dick, slowly running circles with my tongue. Sebastian slid his hand to the back of my head, gripped my hair, then began guiding my movements and setting the pace, though I was in no hurry. I wanted to enjoy that experience as long as possible.

Sebastian, however, seemed to think differently.

He flipped me around again and climbed on top of me. I didn’t know whether to be upset or in awe of his command. Not that I had too much time to dwell on it. With one swift motion, he lifted my shirt and started kissing me everywhere, stopping on my breasts and sucking on my nipples as his hand slipped inside my underwear and applied pressure to the most sensitive part of my body.

“You are exquisite,” he said, trailing his tongue from my neck all the way into my belly button. All the while, his huge pupils looked like they wanted to devour me.

I squirmed excitedly under his weight as he lowered himself little by little, until his mouth was between my legs.

“God…” I said, closing my eyes as he ran his tongue over my clit. I was going to explode. I was going to explode into a thousand pieces.