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Then Sebastien growled, a primal sound that made my body shake. He flipped me over onto my back, then turned me onto my left side. He grimaced a bit as he got himself into a kneeling position and he opened my legs wider. He straddled my left leg and lifted the other over his right shoulder. Sebastien didn’t take it slow this time. He held my thigh and pounded me into oblivion.
A wave of pleasure hit me, and Sebastien groaned loudly and, in a final, desperate thrust, came inside me. He stayed still for a moment, before slowly pulling out. I felt his cum run out of my pussy and onto my thigh. I lay there, catching my breath. He collapsed beside me, breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” I asked breathlessly.
“I’m fine. I’ll be okay. Cuddle with me,” he said, pulling me into his right side.
I snuggled into him, and as his finger trailed my back, I drifted into a peaceful sleep.
***
Over the next few days, Sebastien and I continued our sexcapades. I decided there was no harm in enjoying the sex he and I shared. I was an adult and he was my soon-to-be husband, and as long as he legally tied to me, I’d enjoy every moment of him.
One night, after another tender night together, Sebastien held me in his arms, his voice soft and serious.
“Sweetheart, we have to set a date for the wedding.”
My heart fluttered. It had been almost a month since the ambush, and Sebastien's shoulder no longer needed the sling. His cuts and bruises had healed and the black and blue marks had faded, though his nose was slightly crooked now.
“Do you think we can plan everything in two weeks? So much time has already passed…”
Sebastien’s lips brushed my forehead.
“Do you have a guest list?”
“All the staff of the establishments, plus one each, my brothers, and a plus one, Lucy, Mrs. Kensington. Security personnel. Anyone else you want to invite?”
I paused, thinking. “I don’t have anyone besides Dean…and maybe a few office friends, which you’ve already stated are on the list.”
Sebastien was quiet for a moment before kissing me softly. I sighed. Even though I knew this was just an agreement, I wished Dean could’ve been there to walk me down the aisle. I blinked to stop the tears from falling and focused on the wedding I was about to plan.
“I’ll call Caite and get a headcount for staff and their names. And for the venue? Maybe the Grand Seraphine? I already know the layout of the ballroom. Do you have any particular colors in mind for the color scheme? Do you think Lucy would want to be my flower girl? I don’t have any girlfriends for bridesmaids, maybe I could ask Emily, but…” I was rambling and I knew it.
Sebastien kissed me on my lips. “We’ll work on that tomorrow. But tonight, you’re mine.”
He pulled me closer, and I melted into him. But deep down, a small voice whispered that I would eventually have to face the reality of it all. This was temporary, and when it ended my heart would be ripped out of my chest and shattered into so many pieces that I’d never be the same again.
Chapter 21 - Sebastien
I glanced at my watch for the millionth time as I paced the penthouse of the Grand Seraphine. Dominic, Nathaniel, Leonardo, Vincent and Axel sat in the suite, all dressed in black tuxedos like me, looking at me with amusement.
“Seb, if you pace any more, you’ll fall right through the damn floor,” Nate reminded him, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“The last time you were this nervous was the time you thought you got Phoebe Kasson pregnant when you were in college,” Leo teased.
“I can’t understand why they’re taking so long,” I grumbled as I slumped onto the sofa next to Dominic.
“Maybe she got cold feet, and decided not to go through with it.” Axel’s response got sofa pillows thrown at him.
Dominic’s phone rang and he answered. He chatted for a few seconds and hung up a huge smile on his face. “It’s showtime!”
Everyone made their way to the elevator, but right before I got in, Dominic placed his hand on my shoulder and stopped me. The others got in, and when the elevator closed behind them, I turned to Dominic.
“Sebastien, I’m happy that you found love. I see the way you look at Delilah, heck, we all do.”
Was it that obvious?
“Thanks,” I said not knowing what else to say.