Page 100 of Obsessing Over His Favorite

He pulled back, only to slam into her again—harder.

The bed creaked beneath them with the force of his movement. Emily’s back arched off the mattress, her nails digging into his back. Her legs wrapped around his waist without her even realizing it, needing him deeper.

Sebastian’s hands cupped the back of her thighs, pushing her knees up, opening her completely for him.

Each thrust came harder than the last, as if he needed to stamp himself into her—claim her completely, utterly. His body moved with rough precision, hips rolling into hers, every inch of him slamming against the most sensitive parts of her.

Her vision blurred.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

Her head fell back, voice raw and trembling. “I want you,” she gasped, desperate, hoarse.

He smirked against her neck, teeth grazing the tender skin, breath hot and wild. Then, without warning, he pulled back, their bodies still tangled, sweat-slick and heavy. His lips brushed hers once, slow and teasing, before he reached for her neck.

Her hand shot out, engulfing his jaw, eyes wide with silent warning. “Don’t leave marks on my neck,” she whispered, begging.

His eyes darkened. His tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, scorching path across her bare skin until he reached the smooth curve of her stomach. His fingers followed, dragging teasing lines down her waist, rough and claiming.

“Then I’ll leave marks here instead,” he growled, squeezing her waist.

His eyes darkened with hunger.

He grabbed her waist with both hands, fingers digging into her soft skin as he yanked her closer. Then his mouth was on her stomach—hot, wet, and relentless. He kissed her hard just above her belly button, then licked across the curve of her waist, biting down where the skin was softest.

She cried out, back arching. Her breath hitched as his teeth scraped her flesh.

“I’ll mark you where no one else will see.” he growled, eyes flashing up at her.

Another bite. Another lick. Rough. Possessive. He sucked hard on her lower waist, leaving red welts that made her writhe beneath him.

“Sebastian—ahhh,” she gasped, hips jerking.

He didn’t stop.

He flipped her over, dragging her to the edge of the bed like she weighed nothing. She barely had time to gasp before he slid back into her in one hard, brutal thrust.

“Ahhh!” she screamed, the sudden stretch and pressure overwhelming.

He grunted low in his throat and pulled her hips back harder.

Her body clamped down on him instinctively, but he didn’t slow.

Every thrust slammed deep, rough, unforgiving. His grip was bruising on her waist as he drove in again and again, hips smacking against her ass with each harsh movement. Her hands fisted the sheets. The bed shook. Her moans turned to cries, broken, breathless, raw.

Her walls clenched tight around him as she shattered again, crying out as her orgasm tore through her.

He groaned loud, losing control. “Fuck—Emily—”

With a few more brutal thrusts, he buried himself fully and came hard, grinding against her as he released deep inside her.

They collapsed together, breath ragged, skin damp. His hands never left her, still wrapped tight around her waist.

He slid down her body again, pulling out slowly, his breath hot against her skin. His mouth found her waist once more—licking, biting, sucking with restless hunger. Each sharp nip made her shiver and arch, desperate for more.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her up toward him as he devoured her hungrily.

Before she could catch her breath, he was back inside her—harder, faster. His thrusts were rough, urgent, pounding into herlike he was trying to claim her soul. She cried out with every movement, her body trembling under his relentless hunger.