Page 51 of Forbidden Sins

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking over my clit and sending another jolt of toe-curling pleasure through me. “All for me, princess.”

“Only for you,” I gasp, my hips arching into his hand. “Only ever you, Sebastian.”

“ Fuck ,” he groans, circling my clit with his fingertip again. “Say my name one more time, princess, and I’ll give you what you need.”

“Sebastian,” I gasp it, breathless, pleading. “Sebastian, please ?—”

I don’t know what I’m asking for, only that I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. When he slides down, lying between my legs on the bed, I realize what he’s about to do.

“Sebastian—” I bite my lip, and he looks up at me, his gaze dark as he rolls his thumb over my clit.

“I’ve come so many times imagining what this pretty pussy must taste like,” he murmurs, his mouth so close between my thighs that I can feel his breath on my sensitive folds. “Now I’m going to find out, princess. And I’m going to make you come on purpose this time.”

My eyes go wide as I realize that he’s talking about that night on the motorcycle—that he’s known all this time. My cheeks flush red, but before I can say anything—before I can even form a response, he leans in and his tongue flicks over my clit, and every thought flees from my head at once.

I never imagined anything could feel like this.

My legs fall open and my hands claw at the blankets from the first wet, hot stroke of his tongue over my clit, and I realize why he looked like that when I did the same thing to him.

It feels so fucking good . My hips arch up shamelessly against his face as he licks, and licks again, swirling his tongue in tight circles around my swollen clit that leave me gasping and panting, trying desperately to moan his name and unable to fully form a single word.

The pleasure is relentless, building and building as he licks and laps at me, a low groan rumbling from him as he does, as if I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

I’m going to come, I realize, and I can’t form the words to tell him.

I reach down, fingers tangling in his hair as my hips buck mindlessly against his mouth, my other hand knotted in the stiff duvet beneath me as I feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter—and then I come unraveled, a tidal wave of sensation crashing over me, and it’s like no orgasm that I’ve ever had before.

Sebastian moans against me, licking relentlessly, never letting up for even a moment. My thighs shake and tighten around his head as I ride his tongue, coming hard on his face, until I finally sag back against the bed, gasping.

He doesn’t pull back the way I expected him to. Instead, he slides one hand between my thighs, his mouth briefly leaving my clit but hovering close, so I can still feel soft, warm puffs of air on the swollen, oversensitive flesh as he starts to circle my drenched entrance with his finger.

“I need to make sure you’re ready for me,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to hurt you, princess.”

“I’m ready,” I gasp, my body clenching with need at the thought of him finally pushing inside of me, of feeling him fill me up.

“Not yet.” Sebastian strokes my entrance for a moment longer, before gently pressing one finger into me, pushing slowly as I feel the strange sensation of someone else’s body inside of mine for the first time.

“ Fuck —Christ, you’re so fucking tight, Estella.

” He groans as he works his finger deeper, leaning in to stroke his tongue over my clit lightly.

I jerk at the contact, clenching around his finger, and he lets out a shuddering moan.

“ Fuck , I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. You’re going to feel so fucking good?—”

He laps at my clit again, soft and slow as he strokes the single finger inside of me, with no rush.

He must be aching, I think dimly, so hard it must hurt.

He must be desperate for his own pleasure, but he’s going slow all the same, slowly opening my body up so that I can take him with as little pain as possible.

The pleasure builds slowly this time, little by little.

I gasp and writhe under his patient touches, hips arching as I start to crave more inside of me, a deeper, fuller feeling.

I moan when Sebastian adds a second finger, curling them inside of me, thrusting faster now as his tongue rolls over my clit with more purpose.

I can feel that knot of pleasure coiling inside of me again, almost ready to unfurl, and when Sebastian pushes his fingers into me as deeply as they can go, rubbing back and forth as he sucks my clit between his lips, I come undone for a second time.

“Sebastian!” I cry out his name as I arch up against his mouth, shuddering as waves of pleasure roll through me, arousal flooding my body until I know his mouth and hand must be drenched.

I’m too lost in it to be embarrassed now, too fascinated with all the ways he can make me feel so exquisitely good.

I give myself over to it, thrusting my hips against the press of his fingers inside of me, grinding against his mouth until the orgasm ebbs, and Sebastian looks up at me with dark eyes and his lips glistening with my arousal.

He starts to rise up from between my legs, his fingers still buried inside of me, when his gaze suddenly flicks to my left hand.

It was knotted in his hair a moment ago as he devoured me, now lying limply on the duvet as I catch my breath.

His eyes narrow, and I’m confused at first, until he suddenly reaches out, and I feel a tug on my ring finger.

The engagement ring. My face flushes hot as I realize that I forgot it was there. Sebastian slides it off, the diamond catching the light as he leans over me to toss it on the nightstand.

“We might have a use for that at some point,” he growls, his gaze catching mine as he shifts to lean over me. “But you’re not going to wear another man’s ring while I fuck you for the first time, princess.”

I nod wordlessly, unable to take my eyes off him.

He’s always been fierce, my dangerous protector, but he looks more so than ever right now, wild and primal, his eyes dark with desire, his muscles taut with need.

I let my gaze slide down the length of his body, all the way down to where his cock juts out from between his hard, muscled thighs, throbbing with need, the tip glistening with his own arousal.

“Are you ready for me, little dove?” he murmurs, reaching down between us to wrap his hand around his length. He grips it tightly, kneeling between my spread legs, and I nod, feeling a tremor of anticipation mixed with nervousness run through me.

“I’ve been ready,” I whisper, reaching up to wind my arms around his neck. “Please, Sebastian. I want you inside of me. Please—I want to be yours. All yours.”

“And I can’t fight it any longer.” He angles himself between my thighs, leaning over me so that his mouth is very close to mine. “I’ve been dreaming of this for a long time, princess. I need you, too. And I can’t pretend that I can live without this anymore.”

He leans down then, his mouth claiming mine in a firm, hot kiss as I feel the blunt tip of his cock nudge between my soaked folds.

Sebastian sucks in a hiss of breath, groaning against my lips as he pushes against my entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he moans, his forehead pressing against mine. “Oh god, Estella?—”

His hips nudge forward, and for a moment, I think he won’t fit inside of me.

As relaxed as I am from two orgasms, my body doesn’t want to give in at first. He feels huge, so thick that I can’t imagine how it will work—and then Sebastian kisses me again, his hand snaking between us so he can reach my oversensitive clit with his fingertips, and the moment they brush against me, I let out a gasping moan.

A moment later, I feel the first inch of his cock push inside of me.

There’s a brief second of pain, raw and hot. I feel full, stretched, and Sebastian gasps, his breathing ragged as he goes still for a moment. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” he moans. “It feels so good. Oh Christ, Estella?—”

He shudders, his muscles flexing as he starts to move again, and my skin tingles with awareness at the idea that I’m doing this to him. This man is on the verge of coming undone because of me .

Inch by inch, he fills me, his hips nudging forward a little at a time.

When he thrusts all the way in, his hips meeting mine, he goes still again, breathing hard as his gaze meets mine.

“I don’t know how long this will last,” he confesses, his voice ragged.

“You feel like fucking heaven, princess. I could come right now, if I wasn’t trying so hard to hold on. ”

“You can come whenever you want,” I breathe, my legs winding around his as I lean up to kiss him again. “But I also want this to last as long as it can.”

Sebastian nods shakily, and he starts to move.

It feels like nothing I could have imagined.

There’s a raw edge of pain to his every thrust, tempering the pleasure, my body too new to this to adjust to him fully.

But the feeling of him inside of me makes it all worth it, filling me, joining the two of us together as close as I’ve always wished we could be.

I let my hands slide over him as he kisses me, careful as always, tracing the lines of his body as he fucks me with long, slow strokes that leave us both breathless.

Sebastian’s tongue slides against mine as he kisses me deeply, his cock sinking all the way into me again, and then he breaks the kiss, his fingers brushing my jaw.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “Look at me, princess. I want you looking at me when I come for you for the first time—the first time here with you.”

He thrusts again, groaning, and a shudder ripples through him as he pulls back suddenly, leaning back on his knees as he slides out of me.

I gasp in protest, momentarily confused, and then I see his hand wrap around his length.

He grips my thigh with one hand, stroking himself feverishly as his head tips back, and I watch in fascination, fresh arousal washing over me at the sight of Sebastian touching himself.

I’ve never seen a man do that, and the fact that it’s Sebastian makes it so incredibly erotic that I couldn’t possibly look away.

A groan that sounds like my name spills from his lips, and I see his hand stutter on his cock, his hips thrusting forward once more as hot, milky liquid spurts from his cock and across my belly, shooting up to my breasts, tracing long lines down my skin as he moans, spurt after spurt erupting from him.

“Fuck, oh god — god I’ve never come this hard, fuck , Estella—” Sebastian’s eyes lock onto mine as he strokes himself again, another spurt of cum arcing over my stomach as he shudders.

He squeezes his cock, his hand flexing around it, and then he leans down, his still-hard shaft brushing against the damp skin of my stomach as he kisses me hard.

I look up at him as he breaks the kiss. He reaches up, brushing a piece of tangled hair away from my face. “Are you alright, Estella?” he asks softly, and I nod. “Was that good for you?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Oh God, yes.” I lean up, kissing him again, as he rolls to one side, pulling me in close to him. “But?—”

His eyes snap open instantly, going from a half-lidded look of satisfaction to worry in an instant. “But, what?”

I swallow hard. “I thought you’d come inside of me.”

Sebastian groans, reaching up to run his fingers through my hair. “God, Estella, I wanted to come inside of you more than I wanted anything else right then. But you’re not on birth control, are you?”

I bite my lip, shaking my head. “I can’t imagine I ever would have been allowed to be. Vito—” I spit his name out like a curse. “He would have wanted babies as soon as possible, I’m sure.”

“And we can’t risk a pregnancy right now.” Sebastian touches my cheek gently.

I feel a strange melancholy at that, anxiety twisting low in my stomach. “Would you want children?” I ask tentatively, and Sebastian gives me a half-smile.

“Sure. In a future where we’re safe and free to live our lives however we want—I can see myself having a family with you. But right now, Estella—we’re on the run. We can’t risk that, and all the complications that come with it.”

I nod reluctantly. “I know,” I whisper.

He leans in, pressing a kiss against the side of my head. “Let’s not think about that right now, princess.”

I turn slightly towards him, reaching up to brush my fingers against the stubble on his jaw. “What should we think about, then?”

He smiles at me, that lazy look of satisfaction on his face once again. “That right now, princess, we have what we both wanted.”