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He slides a hand between me and the mattress, cupping my ass.
Our movements increase, every thrust becoming harder, the pleasure growing more potent. I shake with the intensity, my body screaming for more.
His mouth devours my skin, the scrape of teeth and lap of tongue making me mindless.
“Sebastian…” I don’t know what else to say. His name on my lips is all there is.
I’m not me anymore. I’m not singular in heart or body or soul. Everything I know has been entwined with this man. We’re one. Never to be broken apart.
“I don’t want this to end.” I grip tighter to him and squeeze my thighs with his thrusts.
The thrill is intense. His affection becomes overwhelming.
“I wish I had the stamina to make this last all day, but you’re too fucking perfect, Keira. You always have been.”
I shudder, my limbs and nerves tingling until the vibrations culminate in my pussy and I fall over the edge.
I break apart, my neck arching with the euphoria as moans escape my throat. I close my eyes, clinging to this moment, savoring the bliss while Sebastian’s thrusts of release match the contraction of my pussy.
Flawless. Monumental. Intense.
I’m at the highest of highs, bathed in his tenderness and swimming in endorphins when everything begins to incrementally slow.
Our movements lessen. His kisses disappear. The pleasure dims while our panted breaths fade.
The warmth I’d been blanketed in seconds earlier becomes chilled as I open my eyes to the tortured man staring back at me.
“You’re everything, Keira.” His words sound like a goodbye. A whispered farewell.
“Good. Then don’t leave.”
He winces and buries his head against my neck. He falls quiet, not even his labored inhales heard over the pounding in my ears.
I don’t release my hold. I continue to cling tight, convincing myself he’s going to stay right up until his body turns rigid atop mine.
His emotional withdrawal is a living, breathing thing. I feel it escaping from between us, then in a rapid burst of movement he slides off me and shoves to his feet as if I’ve burned him.
“Sebastian…” I wait for his rejection, for the words that will call an end to all of this and shatter me into a million pieces. I don’t know how else to fight this. I’ve begged. I’ve pleaded. I’ve used my body like a weapon.
“Do you hear that?” He cocks his head toward the window.
My pulse spikes. “Hear what?” I remain still, trying to hear the elusive sound. “What is it?”
“Someone’s here.” He lunges for the pillows and pulls out his gun. “You need to hide.”
I scamper from the bed and spin in an anxiety-riddled circle, not sure if I should be looking for clothes or a weapon.
“Get in the bathroom and lock the door.” He stalks to the dresser and yanks out a pair of boxers, dragging them up his legs one-handed. “Don’t come out until you know it’s safe.”
“I’m not leaving you on your own.”
“Don’t argue with me.” He strides for the door. “You’ll only get in my way.”