Page 56 of Forbidden Sins

SEBASTIAN

T he thought that Estella’s been hurt because of me makes me wish I’d killed every one of Vito’s fucking men before we ran. I wish I could have. But getting us both out of there was more important.

“Let me see,” I murmur, gesturing to her side.

Estella starts to move her shirt, but gasps with pain, her hands dropping as soon as she tries to raise her arm. I kneel down in front of her, gently peeling the fabric away from the wound as she lets out a whimper that cuts straight to my heart.

It’s not as bad as I feared. The bullet just grazed her, leaving a furrowed wound along her ribs, but not harming anything vital. My shoulder feels as if it went straight through, and I know I need to slow the bleeding soon.

I check the duffel bag, finding the first aid kit.

A couple of bullets tore it, but not enough to make us lose anything, which is good.

We need everything in there. I go back to kneel in front of Estella, gently helping her out of the shirt before I get out the alcohol pads to clean the wound.

“This is going to hurt,” I murmur apologetically. “I’m sorry, dove.”

“You’ve gotten through it,” she says through clenched teeth. “I’ll manage, too.”

She’s braver than I could have expected. I clean and bandage the wound as quickly and methodically as I can, making it as gentle as possible. I can see tears streaking down Estella’s face, and it cuts me to the core.

“I never wanted you hurt,” I whisper, my voice ragged, and Estella shakes her head, reaching out gingerly to touch my cheek.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she says firmly. “He did. And he would have hurt me all my life, if we hadn’t run.”

She swallows hard, looking at my shoulder. “Your turn,” she says softly, and I hesitate, but get up slowly, sitting down next to her and peeling off my bloodied shirt.

The bullet went clean through, as I suspected. Estella winces as she looks at it. “I can’t tell how bad it is,” she whispers, and I chuckle dryly.

“Well, if it had hit anything major, I’d know. We got lucky.”

“Hopefully our luck gets better than this,” Estella murmurs, reaching for what she needs to clean the wound.

It hurts like fuck, but it’s nothing new.

I sit still and rigid as she cleans and bandages it, her touch light and gentle.

When she’s finished, I lean over, giving her a soft kiss that heats in seconds.

I can’t touch her without wanting her. I groan as I feel my cock stiffen, and I reach down to grip her hips, shifting her so that she’s astride me on the bed.

“You just got shot,” Estella gasps, a small laugh escaping her. It turns to a moan when I pull her down against me, hips arching to thrust the thick, hard ridge of my cock between her legs.

“Everything that needs to be is still in working order.” I reach down to undo the button of her jeans with my good arm, tugging them down her hips. “I want you. Let me have you, princess. Unless you’re hurting too much?—”

“I’m fine.” Estella shifts, kicking off her jeans. She starts to reach for her panties, but I push her hand away, quickly undoing my own jeans and palming my throbbing cock free.

I hook my finger under the edge of her panties, pulling them to the side as I lift her slightly, setting her down against the swollen tip of my cock. It nudges between her already soaked folds, and I groan, feeling the wet heat sliding against the most sensitive part of my body.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” I run my fingers through her hair, wrapping it around my fist as I thrust up into her slowly, filling her as she slides down the length of my cock. A wave of excruciating pleasure grips me, heat rushing through me as Estella moans.

“Are you okay, princess?” I murmur, kissing her lightly. “Are you too sore to take my cock again, after last night?”

She shakes her head, looping her arm around my neck as she adjusts her hips, sliding fully down onto my length. “I’m fine,” she whispers breathlessly. “Better than fine. It feels so good.”

Good doesn’t feel like enough of a way to describe it.

This feels like a dream, like everything I fantasized about for so long coming true all at once.

I can’t get enough of her—the feeling of her atop me, her thighs brushing against my legs, her full breasts against my chest, the heat of her surrounding me.

The soft glide of her hair over my hands, her lips against mine, warm and plush, the sweet scent of her skin.

I want to lose myself in her, for this moment to never end.

I want to forget about everyone hunting us, everyone who wants us dead, and think about nothing but this moment, with her.

Estella’s hands cup my face, her fingers sliding into my hair, tangling there as she tries to find her rhythm, shifting in my lap.

Every movement of her body against me, her tight, wet pussy clenching around my cock, makes my head swim with pleasure.

I wrap my arms around her, one hand braced against her back as the other slides into her hair, pressed against the back of her head as I kiss her.

We move like that, slowly, rocking against each other in a rhythm that feels more like it’s about connection than climax, as if we would be content to stay just like this, savoring the feeling of the two of us twined together.

“I never thought it could feel this good,” Estella gasps against my lips, and I feel her start to find her pace, her hips rolling gently against me as she bounces lightly on my cock.

She shifts forward each time she slides down to the base, grinding her clit against me, and I can feel her breathing quickening, see the faint gleam of sweat in the hollow of her cheekbones.

The motel we found is extremely old, and the air conditioning can’t quite keep up with the heat outside.

But neither of us cares, right now. And Estella, sweaty and breathless as she rides my cock, is what every fantasy I can ever remember having is made of.

“There’s so much I haven’t even shown you yet, princess,” I murmur, grazing her cheek with my fingertips as I capture her mouth lightly again.

“When we’re safe, we’ll spend hours in bed while I make you come again and again.

I’ll show you every position I know, and we’ll make up some of our own. We’ll?—”

I groan as she pushes herself up higher this time, sliding up until only the tip of my cock is still nestled inside of her, before she drops down into my lap again. “ Fuck , Estella?—”

“Is that good?” She bites her lip, still rolling her hips as she looks into my eyes. “I don’t think I know what I’m doing yet?—”

“You don’t need to know,” I promise her, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “You’re doing just fine, dove. You feel so good. You take my cock so well, princess. Every… fucking… inch…”

I moan as she repeats the motion, leaning back against the headboard as I grip her hips, watching the sway of her breasts as her head falls back.

I slide my hand between us, pressing my thumb against her swollen clit, rolling it against her as she moves.

She cries out, bucking against my hand, and suddenly that slow build that I felt before accelerates all at once, pushing me to the very edge at the sight of Estella chasing her pleasure.

“Oh god, Sebastian, I think I’m—I—I’m going to—” She pants, her back arching, and I grit my teeth in an effort to not let go.

“Come for me, princess. That’s right. Come all over my cock.

Ride me until you come, yes —” I suck in a breath as I feel her clench and flutter around me, watch her eyes fall closed as she starts to shudder.

Her fingers claw at the air, her hands finally finding my thighs to grip for leverage as she bucks against me, grinding on my cock until I see stars.

I feel myself throb inside of her as she clenches and ripples around me, her mouth open on a cry as her orgasm overwhelms her.

“Oh fuck—Sebastian, please, come inside of me—I want to feel it, please ?—”

“ Fuck!” I groan aloud, the sound of Estella begging for my cum undoing me completely.

I grab her hips, intending to pull her off of me before I come inside of her, but I can’t.

She’s still mid-climax, her body shuddering, her pussy clamped around me like a velvet glove, and it feels so good. So fucking good.

I’ve never come inside of a woman without protection before…never even fucked a woman bare before her. That sensation alone has been enough to push me to the brink every time, and Estella writhing on my cock, pleading for me to fill her up, would be enough to break any man’s self-control.

“Oh…fucking god —” I curse aloud as I feel my cock stiffen and throb inside of her, my hands dragging her down harder instead of pulling her away like I should have, and I buck up against her, my head falling back against the headboard as I moan her name. “Oh fuck, Estella ?—”

“Sebastian. Oh god—” She pants my name, her hips rolling against me as I thrust into her, spurt after spurt of my cum filling her.

I’ve never felt anything like it, the sensation of her wrapped around me, bare skin to bare skin, wet and hot and tight as I come, and I hear myself moaning her name again and again as I give myself over to the pleasure.

Estella goes lax in my hands, hers dropping forward to press against my chest as she curls over, gasping for breath, her hair dragging over my chest. I’m still half-hard inside of her, and I can fucking feel my cum inside of her.

My cock twitches, trying valiantly to go for a second round, and the thought of fucking her while she’s full of my cum is enough to almost get me fully hard again.

But my shoulder burns and aches, the exertion of a moment ago pushing my still-healing and newly wounded body to the limit, and I can’t imagine that Estella is faring much better.

Gently, I lift her off of me, rolling onto my side next to her as she lies on her back, her hair gorgeously tangled around her face, and tries to catch her breath. Her eyes widen a second later, and her lips part. “Oh god, Sebastian, I talked you into?—”

“It’s done now.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry, Estella, I should have had more self-control. But fuck , hearing you beg me like that…”

“Shit.” She rubs a hand over her mouth. “Is there anything we can do?”

“Short of stopping at a pharmacy for a contraceptive, no. We can try, but getting a headstart on Vito’s men is our first priority right now.”

Estella presses her lips together. Her hand drifts down to touch the flat plane of her stomach, and she gives me a tiny smile. “I don’t hate the idea, you know,” she says softly. “I know it’s inconvenient, but…”

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing,” I chuckle softly, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. “I like the idea too, dove. Eventually. So we’re not going to repeat that, if I can control myself.”

“I’ll try not to tempt you.” She smiles teasingly, and I laugh, stretching out next to her as I lay my head down on the pillows.

“I’ve never done that with anyone but you.” I run my fingers down the valley between her breasts, enjoying the sensation of her sweat-damp skin against mine.

Estella blinks. “Really?”

I shake my head. “Our first night together was the first time I’ve ever had sex without a condom, too. Truthfully, I should have gotten some for us, but I couldn’t wait. That’s my fault, too?—”

“No.” Estella shakes her head firmly, pushing herself up on her elbows. “No… that makes me happy, Sebastian. You were my first. I’m glad there was something I could be the first for, too.”

“I’m never going to be able to go back to anything else,” I groan, cupping her breast lightly in my hand. “It feels like nothing else, princess. Your pussy feels like fucking heaven. It’s better than anything else I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“Good.” Estella rolls toward me, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I want to be that for you, always. The best you’ve ever had. I don’t want you to ever want anyone else.”

My cock twitches back to life, stiffening, and I groan as I deepen the kiss.

“I’ll never want anyone else,” I promise her.

“There could never be anyone like you. Which is why—” I reach down, adjusting my stubborn erection.

“We need to sleep, so we can get ahead of the people chasing us. I want days and days with you, Estella, where there’s nothing and no one else to worry about. But first, we have to get away.”

I kiss her again, lightly. “I should get something to clean you up. And then?—”

She shakes her head, pulling me back down next to her. “I want to sleep like this,” she whispers. “Full of you. I want you inside of me all night.”

My cock throbs painfully at that, and I groan, pressing my forehead against hers. “You’re going to kill me, woman,” I murmur, rolling over so that I’m hovering above her, my hard length pressed between us. “One more time, and then we go to sleep.”

Estella’s legs wrap around me, her hips arching up as she kisses me again, soft and eager. “One more,” she whispers. “For tonight, anyway.”