Page 8 of Forever His Favorite (Possessive Billionaires, Precious Sweethearts #3)

Sebastian loomed over her, his gaze dark, unreadable, merciless. Without a word, he uncapped the bottle and poured the clear liquid over her chest. A soft, sweet fragrance filled the air as it slid down her skin.

His palm smoothed the slick lube over her breasts, spreading it slowly, until she trembled beneath his touch. Sharp tingles raced across her body, her back arching off the bed as a helpless cry escaped her lips.

“Ahhh… ahhh,” Emily whimpered, unable to contain the sounds.

But he didn’t stop. His fingers worked the liquid into her skin, rubbing over her nipples until they peaked hard against his touch.

Then his hand trailed lower, tracing her navel, spreading the slickness across her trembling belly.

Her body writhed beneath him, straining away and chasing his touch at the same time.

Her legs strained against the restraints, the belts digging into her skin until faint red marks bloomed along her ankles. She writhed, caught between trying to get away and chasing the fire of his touch.

Then his mouth shifted lower. His tongue flicked over her toes, teasing, tickling, making her squirm uncontrollably.

“Ahhh—!” Emily cried out, her voice sharp and breathless.

Without warning, his fingers plunged into her heat, driving deep inside with precision. Curling them upward, he stroked the most sensitive spot within her, rubbing relentlessly.

“Oh God… Sebastian…” Her whimpers broke into shaky cries, her voice trembling, her body convulsing under his merciless rhythm.

His gaze stayed locked on her slick core, watching every reaction as he thrust his fingers deep, fast, then unbearably slow, only to slam them harder again. Each flick of his tongue on her toes made her squirm, and he grinned darkly, enjoying how her body betrayed her.

The restraints rattled as she struggled, but there was no escape. His pace quickened, his fingers plunging harder until she shattered with a broken scream, her orgasm spilling over his hand.

Sebastian leaned lower, his eyes burning as he watched her body convulse around his fingers.

The sight of her wetness coating him only drove him further.

Without pause, he reached for a toy—a sleek, U-shaped vibrator.

He slid it into her drenched entrance, one end pressing directly against her swollen clit, the other curving upward to grind against her most sensitive spot inside.

“Hahhhhhh… ohh… oh God!” Emily sobbed, her body seizing, her cries echoing through the room.

Even at the lowest setting, the vibrations were merciless, sending her spiraling into another wave of unbearable pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back, her back arched high, her body convulsing as she fought the restraints.

She gasped, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. But her body betrayed her, trapped between overstimulation and the relentless toy working her into submission.

“Please…” Her voice cracked, breaking into desperate cries as the first orgasm hadn’t even finished before another built on top of it, dragging her higher, harder, further than she could take.

Sebastian’s gaze lifted from between her thighs, his expression dark, merciless. “Then let me see how much more you can take.”

His hands returned to her breasts, pinching her hardened peaks mercilessly, tugging them upward before rolling them between his fingers until she sobbed.

His lips trailed down her neck, leaving wet, red marks of possession. He bit lightly, then soothed with his tongue, moving lower. His fingers abandoned her nipples only to torment the sensitive skin beneath her arms, brushing over her ribs and underarms until her helpless whimpers grew louder.

“Ahhh… ahhhhhh!” Emily cried, her voice breaking under the relentless pleasure. Every nerve felt flayed open, stimulated to madness.

The toy inside her hummed mercilessly, stroking her clit and G-spot at once, forcing her first orgasm higher and higher until it snapped violently into a second.

Her body convulsed, and suddenly she shattered.

“Ahhh! Oh God—Sebastian!” She was hot against him, dripping down his skin. Once, twice, a third desperate spasm tore through her, until nothing more came and she lay trembling, red and shaking, her body unable to stop quivering.

But the torture didn’t end.

Sebastian’s gaze darkened, hunger carved into every line of his face. His rod stood thick and hard, swollen and angry, throbbing visibly even from her restrained vantage point. He looked like a beast straining to be unleashed.

“Pl-please…” Emily gasped between sobs, her voice ragged, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. “Please…”

He bent low, his lips brushing her knees, trailing downward in slow, claiming kisses until he reached the tender inside of her thighs. His hot breath ghosted over her soaked heat, making her body jolt violently. Then—sharp pain. His teeth sank into the delicate flesh at the crease of her thigh.

“Ahhh!” she screamed .

A guttural growl rumbled from deep in his chest, primal, as his lips curved into something dark. His eyes locked on hers.

Sebastian’s expression twisted, displeasure flashing across his face. The corner of his lips curled into something sharp, but instead of snapping, he only leaned closer, his voice a cruel promise.

His breath slipped against her skin as his fingers slid lower once more. “Tonight, you’ll remember exactly how many times I make you cum. You need to learn just how much I’ve missed you.”

Several hours later, Emily whimpered, her breath catching. “Twenty…” Her entire body trembled, sweat beading across her flushed skin. She had shattered again and again, her strength nearly gone, yet Sebastian showed no mercy.

“Keep counting,” he murmured against her skin, his lips leaving hot, teasing kisses across her stomach. “If you miss even one… we’ll start from one.”

Emily gasped, her thighs trembling as he trailed kisses downward, brushing her most sensitive place before moving back up, deliberately tormenting her. His hand pressed the toy deeper inside her, angling it just enough to make her cry out.

“Sebastian…!” she whimpered, her voice breaking.

He silenced her with his touch, sliding his fingers into her mouth, coaxing her tongue, caressing the inside of her cheeks until she could do nothing but shiver beneath him.

When he finally withdrew the toy, her chest rose and fell in frantic breaths, her body begging for a reprieve.

But Sebastian wasn’t finished. He shifted her to the side, one leg hooked high as he reached for a small bottle.

Slowly, he poured the cool gel over her glistening heat, letting it drip down in languid streams until she trembled with anticipation.

His fingers spread the liquid across her, stroking her folds with deliberate care before slipping inside her drenched body. His palm held her firmly in place, his touch commanding as his fingers curled against her inner walls.

Emily cried out, her release coming fast and sharp. “Ahhh…!”

“How many, baby,” Sebastian’s voice was a growl.

“Twe-twenty one…” she gasped.

He rewarded her with another deep curl of his fingers, rubbing against the spot that made her vision blur.

“Twenty two…!” she sobbed, her throat raw from the sound of her own cries.

Sebastian bent his head, his mouth closing around her swollen peak. His tongue licked and circled, his lips sucking her mercilessly until she thought she might break apart again.

Her cry dissolved into a helpless moan as he climbed over her, his mouth claiming her breasts, biting, sucking, lavishing them with fierce attention. His hands molded her soft curves as his mouth tormented the sensitive tips, drawing out broken whimpers that only fueled his hunger.

Between her thighs, his fingers plunged into her again, stroking and curling until she was trembling uncontrollably. His body was straining, his shaft hard and throbbing, veins standing out as if it might burst from the force of his own desire.

Even as she shattered again and again, Sebastian hadn’t allowed himself release. The control only darkened his hunger, making him more ruthless, more consuming.

With a sharp tug, he unfastened the restraints from her wrists and ankles. Then, he lifted her into his arms. Her back pressed firmly to his chest as his hands claimed her breasts, kneading, teasing, while he carried her across the room.

The window in the room loomed ahead, rain streaking down the glass and blurring the endless stretch of trees beyond. The storm-painted view was breathtaking—dark, wild, and untamed, just like the man holding her.

He set her down, bending her forward until her knees rested precariously on the narrow sill. Her palms gripped the cold metal handles for balance, her body arched and offered, while his chest pinned her shoulders down so her hips lifted outward in helpless surrender.

Sebastian’s breaths came ragged. He reached for his shirt, tearing the buttons open one by one until the fabric slid from his shoulders.

The sound of his belt unbuckling followed, the leather slipping free before his trousers hit the floor.

Every piece of clothing stripped away only revealed more of his powerful restraint, his body cut from desire and control.

One large hand pressed firmly against the back of her neck, keeping her in place. Slowly, he dragged his fingers down her spine—over the graceful curve of her back, tracing each vertebra until he reached the dip of her hips. She shivered violently at the trail of his touch.

His hand spread across her, steadying her, while his fingers explored her most forbidden place.

“Ahhh… Sebastian…” Emily whimpered, her chest flattening against the chilled glass as her fingers dug into the handles. Her knees pressed harder against the window sill, the rough edge biting into her skin as heat rippled through her.