After the initial shock, Sebastian stilled and Eden was able to catch her breath. It hurt, but there was something else behind the pain, some other sensation that she had never experienced, and she instinctively knew it was right. She pulled her knees up until her feet were firmly planted flat on the mattress. Sebastian still hadn’t moved and when she opened her eyes again, she found him looking down at her, smiling. She smiled back, letting him know she was alright.
“Just checking you’re okay, baby. You have no idea how amazing you feel.”
As he spoke, he started to rock his hips gently back and forth, holding onto the side of her hip to keep her from moving. The first time he thrust back in, she winced more out of anticipation than anything else. Sebastian continued to roll his hips, sliding his cock back and forth. He pushed himself up on his free arm and looked between them, never ceasing his thrusting.
“God, Eden, you’re so fucking sexy.” He pushed his hand under her neck, grabbing a handful of her hair. He gently pushed her head forward, angling it so she could see what he saw. “See how easily I glide into you, how your pussy accepts me, wants me. I told you we’d fit. We’re fucking perfect for each other. You were made for me, Eden.”
His words rolled over her as she gazed down at where their bodies met. She’d never seen anything so erotic. His cock glistened with her arousal and he moved the hand that had been holding her hip and started to caress her clit, flicking it gently with his fingers. Eden threw her head back, unable to look anymore once he started working on her. “I want us to come together, baby, so you need to tell me when you’re close.”
“Oh God, Seb, I don’t know, I’ve never….” She gave up the rest of the sentence. But Sebastian knew what she was trying to tell him and helped her.
“I know, baby, you’ve never come from a cock inside you, you’ve never come from anything besides your own touch. Not only was I the first to take your pussy, but I’m going to be the first man to give you a real orgasm. You have no idea how much pleasure that gives me, Eden. You’re going to come for me, I know you are.”
Sebastian’s fingers worked furiously, rhythmically pulsing against her clit as his cock continued to fill her over and over again. She could feel her orgasm building and growing inside her, deep below her core. It grew, and the more Sebastian whispered his dirty words into her neck, telling her how hot she was, how tight her cunt was, taking his cock, letting him fill her, she welcomed the feeling and rocked her hips forward to meet his thrusts, wanting him to pound into her more and more. She felt as if she could never get enough of him, that he would never get close enough to appease her need for him, the need that was growing stronger and stronger.
Sebastian felt her shift, and the sudden gush of wetness that enveloped his cock let him know she was close. “Come on, Eden, come for me now. Come for me as I fill you up.” It was all she needed and she cried out his name, pulling her knees higher as her body rocked underneath. Her orgasm spread through her like wildfire, and she clung to Sebastian as he grunted into her shoulder. His hips pummeled her and he bit into her shoulder as he stiffened. Eden cried out again as she felt the sting of the bite coinciding with the feeling of him emptying into her.
He lay still on top of her, barely holding himself up. She could feel his chest heaving against hers and she pulled him closer, never wanting to lose the connection between them. Finally, when they had both stilled and regained their breath, Sebastian slipped out, brushing his lips against her forehead as he did so. “I’ll be right back, love.”
Eden shivered, suddenly cold without his warm body pressed against hers. She was still too dazed to sit up and look for him. But he returned a few seconds later.
“Spread for me, baby.” She was still too sated to feel any embarrassment and she let her legs fall apart. She looked up when she felt a warm cloth between her legs. He was cleaning her up. “As much as I love seeing my come on you, I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable all clean.” He disposed of the washcloth before climbing back on the bed and pulling her up against him, spooning her close to him. “Anyway, I already left my mark on you.” His lips brushed against the mark he’d made on her shoulder. Darting his tongue out, he peppered kisses along her shoulder and up toward her ear. “I like how it looks on you.”
Eden was too tired from her orgasm to respond. Her lids became heavy and she fell asleep to the feel of Sebastian’s lips on her neck and his hands rubbing small circles along her arm. He had marked her. What did that mean? Mara was right, she had so much to learn about men. Or at least about the type of man Sebastian was.
Chapter Thirteen
Eden woke to find the room filled with orange light from a warm summer sunset and Sebastian gone from her side. She had fallen asleep, spooned against him, an arm holding her tight. But now the bed was cold and she sat up, suddenly afraid.
“I’m here,” Sebastian said, and she realized he was standing on the small balcony with his back to her. She wished she could see his face, see his expression and decipher what he was feeling. Did he want her to leave? Was her worst nightmare coming true—had Sebastian used her for one thing and one thing only? She replayed his words in the elevator— there would be no turning back. That was not a promise of commitment or longevity. Eden would have no one to blame but herself for interpreting Sebastian’s words for more than they were.
“I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.” He spoke again as he turned to her and walked back toward the bed.
Sebastian wore a pair of silk pajama pants, leaving his muscular, tattooed torso bare. His words were soft, but his eyes had that icy sheen that made Eden so unsure of herself—it was as if something dark and destructive was seeping out. It scared her, but there were also moments when it turned her on, when she knew that there was little she could do to control what was between him. Eden knew there was no chance of anyone controlling Sebastian Stone, which led her to conclude that Sebastian would be controlling her. He certainly had commanded their sex.
“When you look like that, what are you thinking?” She felt like such a cliché as soon as she’d asked, but she had to know.
“I was thinking about the men who hurt you.”
She turned away from him, irritated that her past would have any place in his room, especially after what had happened between them. The day so far had been amazing, mind-blowing even, more than she had ever dreamed it would be. “Please don’t think of them, Sebastian. I try not to.”
“It’s not in the way that you think, Eden. I don’t like men who take things that aren’t theirs, who use violence to get what they want.” Something in his voice made Eden realize that he wasn’t just talking about her attackers anymore.
“Who does?” She wanted him to stop talking now and kiss her, make her feel the mind-numbing joy she had felt when he made her orgasm. She did not want the past to be dragged in the bedroom with them.
“Come,” he said, holding out his hand, his entire demeanor changing. Gone was the cold, brooding Sebastian, and in his place stood the man who she had been wrapped around hours before. She glanced down at the sheet she was holding her against her, suddenly embarrassed at him seeing her completely naked again. Her dress was still in the hall, as were her bra and panties. Sensing her hesitation, he walked to the en-suite bathroom she hadn’t even realized was there and came back with a black silk dressing gown that matched his own pajama pants. He held it open for her, making no attempt to avert his eyes and she emerged from the bed.
“Is this for all your overnight guests?” Eden joked, half-hoping she was wrong. She knew Sebastian had a past, but she was still surprised at the sting of jealousy she felt in that moment.
“I don’t have overnight guests, Eden.”
“Oh right, I get it.” That was her cue—find her dress and get the hell out of there. He clearly was waiting for her to go.
“No, you don’t get it. Come.” Taking her by the hand, he led her in into the open plan sitting room and across to the large kit
chen, where she found the island covered with two bottles of champagne and Greek food. “I know you’re not a foodie, but we both missed lunch and now it’s dinner. So dig in.” Sebastian positioned her on a stool in front of the island and he grabbed a champagne bottle to open. She sat, intrigued about where this had all come from. She filled her plate with stuffed fig leaves, artisan rye bread, goat cheese, and grilled prawns that had been marinated in honey. She realized she was starving.
“I get the impression that you think I’m some sort of man-whore.”
Eden froze. Had he actually just said “man-whore?”
“I never said that. I just assumed…I saw some stuff on the Internet. I mean, most of the personal info available about you is about your dating life, for lack of a better description.”
“And you trust everything you read on the Internet?”
“No, but I guess, if I’m honest, I thought it fit. Single, suave international bachelor—with an English accent! I mean, what am I supposed to think? You must have women throwing themselves at you.”
“The bachelor thing…” Sebastian seemed to be mulling over her response. Had she been too honest? Sebastian couldn’t possibly think she was interested in his company. He knew who her father was and he was bound to have come across his name in his work. “Being successful and single at my age seems to automatically mean I’m a compulsive commitment-phobic sex fiend.”
“I suppose that does seem to be the reputation of most successful men. But then what about all the women who you are photographed with?”
“I have to attend high profile events frequently, often for a job I’m working. They are often black tie and they usually require a date so I have a cover. I usually don’t sleep with those women. They’re often friends of friends who are attending the same event, or even colleagues that I think might benefit their career attending them. And yes, I could go by myself to these things, but then that of course would simply start a different type of rumor. And could compromise security if it looks like I don’t fit in.”
“Hmm, you usually don’t sleep with those women.” Eden smirked at him. She may be naïve, but she wasn’t stupid.
Sebastian’s gaze remained firm and he didn’t respond to her attempt at humor. “I’m not a monk, Eden. Yes, I sleep with my dates sometimes, but I don’t have a little black book hidden in my desk for when I’m in the mood. I don’t spend time making sure I have one-night-stands lined up for every night of the week. I’m not a man-whore. I felt it was necessary to explain this to you since you have the wrong impression of me.” He handed her a glass of champagne.
“No, thanks. I don’t really drink.”
Sebastian’s face looked puzzled. “You lived in Scotland for a year and didn’t drink? Impressive!” He finally laughed.
She felt her face flush red. “I don’t usually drink because it makes me lose control. I don’t like the way it makes me feel.”
Sebastian looked at her while he filled a glass and slid it across to her, staring at her as he did so. She understood that he was challenging her to defy him. There was something about Sebastian that made her not want to disappoint him. She touched the stem of the glass with her fingertips, remembering how she used to love champagne.
Sebastian’s face softened and he came around the island until he was standing behind her. He wrapped his arms around her gently. “You still haven’t figured it out, Eden. With me, you’re able to lose control. That’s why this works. It’s one of the main reasons it works.”
“What works, Sebastian? What is this?” She twisted out of his arms and turned to face him, gesturing at the space between them like she had done in the park the day before. She wanted answers suddenly. Why did she always feel that Sebastian always knew more than her, even when it came to her own emotions? “I’m not asking if we’re exclusive or if you’re seeing other people, although you already know that I’m not seeing anyone. I’m not asking you to call me your girlfriend or whatever, but I would like to know what you think this is, considering what we just did. Especially since we didn’t use a condom.”
“It’s just like I told you in the elevator, there’s no turning back.” He held onto her robe and pulled her toward him, moving to kiss her on the mouth.
Eden pulled away just enough to free her mouth from his. “I don’t want to turn back.”
“Good, because you’re mine now,” he whispered, and pulled her toward him again, this time with more force, and she felt him wanting her, his erection barely contained by the silk pajamas. He pulled back slightly and picked up her champagne glass, slowly raising it to her lips. He tilted it up and she carefully sipped, although not carefully enough, and the cool liquid slid down her chin and neck. She couldn’t help but smile as his lips moved down her neck, licking it off her. He tugged at her belt, just opening the robe enough to snake his arms around her naked waist.
Chapter Fourteen
Eden knew he was avoiding answering her, but in that moment, she didn’t care. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his right hand moved down her stomach, past her navel, and onto her sex, his fingers brushing gently across her mound and then through her folds.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and she wasn’t sure if it was in response to her taking the champagne from him or the way her body was responding. She was already wet and she blushed again, self-conscious at what he was able to do to her with practically just his voice. His fingers slid over her clit, making her shudder, but they continued to move further, his finger almost sliding into her. “Miss Maxwell, I do say you’re ready for round two.”
She looked up to see Sebastian looking down at her, a mischievous smirk on his lips. He picked her up by her waist and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his body, locking her ankles together as he carried her toward his bedroom.
He placed her on her feet momentarily, in order to take off her robe, before lifting her onto the bed. He moved his head down, his lips caressing her belly button, and he dug his fingers gently into her hips, making her giggle. He kissed her hipbones as he ran his hands down her thighs and pulled them apart gently.
“God, Eden, I’ve wanted to taste your for days.”
Eden raised herself up on her elbows, tensing up again, cursing herself for doing that so much. Why couldn’t she just relax? Sebastian felt her shift and then become still. He looked up from his position, his eyes meeting hers, and she blushed at the sight of him, his face full of lust, framed between her cream white thighs.
“What’s wrong, Eden?”
“I…no one’s ever…” She looked up at the ceiling, hating her prude lack of experience more than ever.
“No one’s ever licked your pussy?” Sebastian’s voice was incredulous.
“Oh my God!” Eden flung herself back, covering her face with her hands. “No!” she replied, her voice muffled and exasperated. She couldn’t believe how blunt he could be, and why did it drive her so crazy? With no reply from Sebastian, she uncovered her face to see he had sat up now, resting on his heels, but his hands stayed on her thighs, holding her legs apart, keeping her fully exposed to him.
“Eden, at some point you are going to have to explain to me how you got to twenty-two without ever having a guy go down on you. I don’t even understand how you stayed a virgin this long. What kind of guys were you dating?”
“I didn’t date a lot. I mean, it was mostly just Joachim and a few make-out sessions with jocks when we weren’t together.” Sebastian’s eyes hardened at Joachim’s name and Eden wished she hadn’t mentioned it now.
“Fools.” He smirked at her now. “I guarantee you, you’ve been missing out. And right now, there’s nothing I want more than to taste this sweet pussy. I’ve been thinking about it for days.” His eyes were hooded, and he pushed her down with a hand spread flat against her stomach until she was lying on her back before bending down and softly kissing her inner thighs as he returned to his intended goal.
Eden squeezed her eyes shut and, as his tongue finally made
contact, she grasped the sheets with her hands, pulling on them as he pushed further. His tongue delved into her, licking up her folds, consuming her, as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands moved from her thighs and reached up to cup each of her breasts. He massaged them roughly as he worked his tongue further inside her, retracting every few seconds to lick her clit.
“Let it go, Eden” he murmured as his mouth moved between kissing her clit and licking her folds, “it will be so much better if you just let it go.”
Her fingers unclenched from the sheets and moved to meet his hands on her breasts. It was like nothing she had imagined.
She had heard her friends talking about it and nothing about it had appealed to her. While she had felt a mild yearning whenever she had been with Joachim, his fumbling fingers had irritated her more than anything and she assumed that his mouth would have left her with the same frustrations. But whatever Sebastian was doing to her was making her feel like she had just discovered gold. She couldn’t believe anything could feel so good.
The softness of his tongue and lips sent vibrations through her clit and folds and she felt the now familiar feeling building in her stomach, reaching up to meet the sensations he was creating in her breasts. She bucked her hips up, wanting the feeling to keep growing, wanting him to be deeper inside her. Sebastian’s rhythm had changed and his mouth was pushing harder against her sex, his teeth nipping at her clit occasionally, making her jump slightly in surprise. He alternated between sucking on it and then blowing it, causing her to writhe even more.
Suddenly, he pulled away and grabbed her arms, lifting her up to she was sitting on top of him, straddling him, although because he was raised on his knees, she had to wrap her arms around his neck to avoid falling off. One hand snaked around her waist and his other hand wrapped itself in her hair, pulling her face toward him. She hesitated, seeing her wetness still covering his lips and chin.
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