Chapter 88
There was a softness to her he couldn’t quite explain.
A vulnerability that made him feel like an asshole for wanting to use her.
He cleared his throat. “What else do you need, Isabella?” he asked gruffly.
She looked down at the floor, her lips pressing together in a firm line. “I need you,” she finally said, lifting her gaze to meet his.
The air felt like it disappeared from the room, and all he could think of was how badly he wanted to hear those words again. How badly he wanted her to say them while she was on her knees in front of him, begging him to fuck her face.
But he couldn’t.
Not yet.
“Come to my room tonight,” he finally said.
He left her standing there without another word and went into his office to try and focus on work. It took him over two hours before he managed to stop thinking of her and actually get anything done. By the time he headed upstairs to his room, his heart was pounding in his ears.
What was he going to do?
What the hell did she want?
When he got into his room, Isabella sat on the edge of his bed waiting for him. He stopped in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her. She wore a little white nightgown that left nothing to the imagination.
Her nipples were hard, and her legs were slightly spread.
His cock hardened, and he let out a curse.
Her head shot up to look at him. “What?” she whispered.
He strode over to her, dropping down onto the bed and grabbing her around the waist. He pulled her onto his lap. “You know exactly what I want,” he growled. “Why did you dress like that?”
“I wanted you to want me.” The words came out soft and vulnerable.
Sebastian felt something in his chest give way as he stared at her. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”
She licked her lips, her pupils dilating. “Then take me.”
It was all the invitation he needed. He leaned in and captured her mouth with his, his tongue sweeping inside of her.
He couldn’t hold back any longer.
He’d been waiting for too long to feel her heat around him.
To taste her.
To kiss her.
To fuck her.
His mouth was demanding, taking everything she gave and more. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as Sebastian kissed her like it was the last time he would ever get to taste her.
When he finally broke the kiss, she gasped in a breath.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped. “I’ve been waiting too long.”
“It’s okay,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve been wanting it too.”
He groaned, standing up with her in his arms and carrying her over to the bed. He set her down on the edge and leaned over her, kissing her again. His hand slid underneath the hem of her nightgown, tracing up the outside of her thigh.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed. “Perfect.”
His fingers hooked under the side of her panties and tugged them off, dropping them to the ground. He broke their kiss and stared at her in wonder.
“You have no idea how much I want this.”
She didn’t get to respond before he pushed her onto her back and slid between her legs, his hands on either side of her body.
He was so strong, so hard. Every inch of him was muscle. Power. And right now, he was all hers.
His head dropped to kiss her again, his hand reaching between them to undo the buttons on his pants.
She felt the heavy weight of him press against her clit, and everything inside of her melted.
“Sebastian,” she gasped. “Please.”
His hand came up to grip her jaw. “Don’t say a word,” he rasped.
She bit her lip to stop from begging.
Sebastian was the one who looked like he was begging for something, not her. His pupils were wide, his breath harsh, and his body tense.
“Please,” he said, his voice sounding strangled. “Be quiet.”
“I’m sorry.” She barely got the words out.
He shook his head, his hips jerking against her. “Don’t be. I’m so fucking turned on.”
Her cheeks flushed. “It turns you on when I beg?”
He nodded, his head dipping to kiss her neck. “Fuck yes. I want to hear how much you want this.”
The words sent a shiver down her spine. No man had ever told her that before. Most of them had wanted her quiet-had gotten irritated at the idea that they had to actually work for her pleasure.
But Sebastian… he was different.
His thumb pressed against her clit, his mouth trailing down her throat to kiss her collarbone.
She let out a moan. “That feels so good.”
“I know,” he bit out. “Tell me what you need.”
His thumb slid inside of her, and she felt the room darken around the edges.
“Fuck me,” she breathed. “Please, I’m begging you. Fuck me.”
His hand stilled for a split-second before he withdrew from her body and stood up between her legs. He yanked his pants down, revealing the heavy weight of his cock.
Her eyes widened as she stared up at him in wonder. He was so much bigger than she expected-bigger than she had been with before.
She felt her pussy clench around nothing at the sight, and he groaned.
“You want me that badly?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He dropped down over her, pressing against her wet heat. His mouth found hers again, kissing her deep and hard, and then he was thrusting inside of her.
She gasped at the feel of his length sliding deep inside of her. God, he felt so good.