Cecilia’s pov
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as Alpha Sebastian’s lips claid mine with an intensity that set every nerve ending on fire.
His hands were everywhere, leaving trails of heat across my skin as he pressed into the mattress.
The weight of him above felt right in a way nothing had before.
"Say it again," he growled against my mouth, his voice rough with need. "I need to hear it again."
"Yes," I whispered, arching into him. "Yes, Alpha-"
"Don’t call that," he interrupted, his breath hot against my ear. "Not here. Not like this."
His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending electricity down my spine. "Say my na, Cecilia."
"Sebastian," I breathed, testing the intimacy of it on my tongue.
He pulled back just enough to look at , his eyes burning with a possessive fire that should have frightened but instead sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly.
His fingers already working at the tie of my robe.
The fabric fell open, exposing my naked body to his hungry gaze.
His eyes darkened as they traveled over my curves, lingering at my breasts, my stomach, the junction between my thighs.
I should have felt embarrassed, vulnerable, but instead, I felt powerful and desired.
"Fuck," he breathed, running his hands up my sides. "You’re perfect."
Our discarded clothes lay in a heap on the floor, a damp testant to the heat we’d generated.
I threw my head back, gasping, my chest rising and falling with each hurried breath.
My nipples were already hard and aching, trembling in the cool air as they sought more contact.
"Fuck..." I cursed hoarsely, my nails digging into the muscles of his back, leaving red marks. "Don’t you dare tease ..."
He captured my lower lip and chuckled darkly, his knee nudging my legs apart.
The sash of his robe had long since co undone sowhere.
I felt his erect cock grinding heavily against my soaked pussy through the fabric of my panties, and my back arched violently, a half-choked moan escaping my throat.
Sebastian leaned down, nipping at the side of my neck.
His fingers hooked into the edge of my lace panties and tore them aside. Before I could gasp, two fingers plunged into my tight heat.
"So wet?" he panted, his voice a whisper in my ear, his fingers mimicking the motions of sex as they thrust in and out rapidly.
I responded by wrapping my legs around his waist, my slick flesh greedily clenching around his invading fingers.
When his fingertips brushed against that certain spot inside , I lost control, screaming, the arches of my feet tensing into straight lines, my juices trickling down my thighs.
He pulled his fingers out, saring the glistening fluid across my lower abdon, then gripped his purplish-red tip, slapping it against my swollen clit.
I gasped, arching up into him. "Please..."
He pressed his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.
I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my entrance, hot and urgent.
He looked up at then, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell what you want."
"You," I breathed, nothing left between us, no pride, just need. "I want you inside ."
His eyes went dark with hunger, jaw tight as he gripped my hips like he was holding back a storm. "God, you’re beautiful when you say things like that," he growled.
And then he moved one powerful thrust, and he was fully inside , filling in a way that made my breath catch and my back arch.
We both gasped at the sensation, our bodies perfectly aligned.
My ankles locked behind his back, swaying with each thrust in a lewd rhythm.
The sound of his cock parting my layered, soft flesh, reaching deep into my core, mixed with the slap of his balls against my ass and the relentless creaking of the bed fra.
My hands clawed at his sweat-slicked back, and when he thrust particularly deep, I bit into his shoulder to stifle my moans.
Sebastian cupped my face, kissing deeply, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth, tangling with mine as his thrusts grew increasingly frantic.
The bedside lamp cast a glow on the glistening fluids between us, and I lifted my hips to et each drive, my toes curling and uncurling as the tingling prelude to orgasm shot from my tailbone to the back of my head.
"I’m close..." I whimpered brokenly, my vaginal walls clenching violently around him.
"That’s it," he praised, his voice strained with the effort of control. "Take all of ."
His thumb found where we were joined, circling the bundle of nerves that had crying out, my nails digging into his back.
"Sebas - ," I gasped, feeling the tension building to an unbearable peak.
"Co for ," he growled, snapping his hips harder, deeper. "Let feel you."
Sebastian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he quickened his pace, and when the head of his penis rubbed over my G-spot, I threw my head back and scread, my release gushing over both our stomachs.
He grunted, driving into to the deepest point, his hot seed pulsing into my quivering passage, our shared warmth radiating through our connected bodies.
As we lay tangled together after, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, I tried to remind myself this was just physical and casual.
But the way he held against his chest, pressing soft kisses to my hair, felt like anything but casual.
"Nightnight," he murmured, pulling closer.
And despite all my intentions to keep my distance, I drifted off in his arms, feeling safer than I had in years.
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