SEBASTIAN’S POV
The air was thick with tension, the kind that pressed down on his chest, squeezing until he could barely breathe.
Sasha’s face was a mask of pain and frustration, and Sebastian felt as though he had been punched in the gut. The thought of her leaving him terrified him, sent a deep ache through his very soul.
He had never been good at expressing his emotions, had always relied on control, power, and action to handle the chaos of his life. But now, standing before the woman who held his heart, none of that mattered.
He reached for her hand instinctively, his grip firm yet trembling, as though he feared she might vanish like smoke if he let go. “Sasha,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and uneven. “Please…”
Her silence tore at him. He couldn’t bear it any longer. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees, the cold hardwood floor biting into his skin. His pride, his ego, none of it mattered now. All that mattered was her.
“Don’t leave me,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. He clung to her hand like a lifeline, his gaze locked on hers.
“I God, I know I’ve screwed up. I know I’m not the man you deserve, but Sasha… I can’t lose you.”
Sasha stared at him, her lips slightly parted in shock. He didn’t wait for her to respond, the words spilling from him in a flood of raw desperation.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking.
“I’m so sorry. For everything. For pushing you away, for not being enough, for… for even thinking that you could ever leave. It’s just…” He shook his head, his hands trembling as he held hers.
“It’s hard for me to believe you’d stay with someone like me. I’ve always been so afraid you’d realize you deserve better.”
Sebastian felt his chest tighten as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He wasn’t a man who cried, but right now, he couldn’t hold back.
The idea of Sasha leaving him, of walking away from the life they had built together, was unbearable.
“I’m broken, Sasha,” he whispered. “I know I am. I’ve always been broken. And you… you’re the only thing that’s ever made me feel whole. I can’t lose you. I won’t.”
For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the ragged breaths Sebastian was struggling to draw. Then, slowly, Sasha knelt before him, bringing herself to his level.
The movement was so gentle, so deliberate, that it made his chest ache even more. She reached out, her hands cradling his face with a tenderness that made him feel like he might shatter.
“Sebastian,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the tears glistening in her eyes. “There is nothing wrong with you.”
He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “You don’t understand, Sasha”
“No,” she cut him off, her thumbs brushing against his cheeks as she held his gaze.
“You don’t understand. You’ve spent so long convincing yourself that you’re unworthy of love, of happiness, that you’ve started to believe it.”
“But I’m here, Sebastian. I’m here because I choose to be. Not because I have to, not because I’m trapped. But because I love you.”
Her words struck him like a lightning bolt, and he felt his chest heave with the weight of them. She loved him. Even after everything, she loved him.
“I love you, Sebastian,” she continued, her voice unwavering.
“And I’m not going anywhere. But you have to stop punishing yourself. You have to stop thinking that you’re not good enough for me. Because you are.”
Tears streamed down his face now, and he didn’t care. He leaned into her touch, his hands coming up to cover hers as they cradled his face. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice choked with emotion.
“Stop it,” Sasha said firmly, leaning in until their foreheads touched.
“You deserve every bit of love and happiness in this world, Sebastian. And I’m going to keep reminding you of that until you believe it.”
He let out a shaky laugh, the sound half a sob, and Sasha smiled, her lips curving softly as she pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, and finally, his lips.
The kiss was gentle at first, a soft reassurance, but it quickly deepened, growing more urgent, more desperate.
Sebastian pulled her closer, his hands sliding to her waist as he kissed her with everything he had. He needed her, needed to feel her, to remind himself that she was real, that she wasn’t leaving.
Sasha responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him.
The world around them faded away, the pain, the fear, the doubt-all of it disappeared as they lost themselves in each other.
Their kisses grew hungrier, more passionate, as though they were trying to convey all the things they couldn’t say with words.
Sebastian’s hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer still as he deepened the kiss.
Sasha gasped against his lips, her hands sliding to his shoulders before she pushed him back just enough to look into his eyes. Her gaze was intense, filled with love and determination.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said again, her voice firm. “You’re stuck with me, Sebastian. Whether you like it or not.”
A laugh bubbled out of him, unexpected but genuine, and he nodded, his hands tightening on her waist. “I’ll take it,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “God, Sasha, I’ll take it.”
They kissed again, and this time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. The kiss was fiery, filled with passion and longing, and Sebastian felt his heart swell in his chest. He stood, pulling Sasha up with him, their lips never breaking apart.
They moved together, stumbling toward the bed, their hands frantically tugging at each other’s clothes.
Sasha’s dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, and Sebastian’s shirt followed suit, the fabric discarded in a heap on the floor.
They didn’t care about the mess, didn’t care about anything except each other.
Sebastian’s hands roamed over Sasha’s bare skin, his touch reverent as he explored every inch of her.
Sasha shivered under his touch, her hands skimming over his chest before wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
Their kisses grew more frantic, more desperate, as though they were trying to make up for all the time they had lost.
When they finally fell onto the bed, Sebastian hovered over Sasha, his eyes locked on hers.
She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses, and he thought she had never looked more beautiful.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. “I love you so much, Sasha.”
She smiled, her hands sliding up to cup his face. “I love you too, Sebastian. Always.”
Their lips met again, and this time, there was no urgency, no desperation. The kiss was slow, tender, a promise of everything they felt for each other.
They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies entwined as they lost themselves in each other.
Sebastian took his time, worshipping Sasha with every touch, every kiss. He wanted her to feel how much he loved her, how much she meant to him.
And Sasha responded with equal passion, her hands and lips exploring him with a tenderness that made his heart ache.
When they finally came together, it was like the world stopped, and for a moment, there was nothing but them.
They moved in sync, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one. It was raw, intense, and beautiful, a connection that went beyond the physical.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Sebastian held Sasha close, his arms wrapped tightly around her as though he never wanted to let her go.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple.
Sasha smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “I’m perfect,” she said softly. “Because I’m with you.”
Sebastian pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his heart swelling with love. For the first time in a long time, he felt at peace. Sasha was his, and he was hers. And nothing would ever change that.