Page 114 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)

With that, he drops me on the bed behind our booth and lifts my heels to the edge of the mattress so I’m spread wide for him. He jabs a button on the wall. The curtain behind us closes on its own, and he holds my ankles, gazing at my spent and panting body.

“You’re a vision like this, you know that?” He hovers his mouth over my pussy. “Swollen and wet, flushed and trembling, and so desperate for my attention. ”

He darts forward and grabs my panties with his teeth. He drags them up my thighs and down my calves before quickly slicing through them with a claw, leaving me completely bare on my lower half.

He dives in again without giving me time to think or breathe.

His tongue swipes through my entrance and circles my clit, and I gasp and curl my fingers into the silk bedding.

His tongue dips and swirls and tastes. His mouth kisses and sucks and teases.

He eats my pussy like he’s never tasted anything better, anything sweeter.

I’ve never felt anything better or anything sweeter either.

His fingers join his mouth, and my hips move of their own accord, adding extra friction and pleasure to the delicious sensations from his mouth, tongue, and fingers.

“Yes, Baby Girl,” he groans against my pussy. “Fuck my face like you did that night in your tent.”

My head rolls to the side with my moans.

Through the screen, I watch the trio next to us, letting their show bring me higher.

They all kiss each other, taking turns to be the center of attention.

First one male, then the female, then the other male, and over again.

As they play, I sense their eyes on Sebastian and me too.

I’ve never felt more naughty, sexual, and vulnerable in my entire life than I do in this moment, with my legs spread, my breasts exposed, and Sebastian’s mouth on me while anyone who wants to can watch.

I’ve never felt safer either.

Safe. His. Free.

I uncurl my fingers from the bedding and trace them over my choker—my beautiful, perfect choker that Sebastian designed for me.

Our eyes meet, and the look he gives me as he watches me caress my collar—the absolute hunger and need for me in his eyes as he inserts three fingers into my pussy and peppers my clit with soft, barely there kisses—is everything. He is everything.

“Come on,” he coos between his kisses to my clit. “You’re so close, carino . Your greedy little pussy is pulling my fingers inside it like it can’t get enough of anything I’m giving you.”

I strain my neck, but before I can relax or get myself to where I want to be, he flips us so he’s on his back and I’m straddling his face—exactly like that night in my tent.

He yanks me down and cups my ass, guiding me with his hands. His eyes latch onto my breasts as they bounce, so I arch more to give him a better view of them.

The beds on either side of us get a better view of them too.

It doesn’t take long after that for me to reach my fourth orgasm. Between the eyes on me from all corners of the club, Sebastian’s touches, the vibrations of his hungry, appreciative groans against my pussy, and the way he watches me like I’m his personal, private entertainment, I’m a goner.

My release hurtles through me. I hold nothing back. There’s no reason to. Sebastian wants everyone to hear me. He wants everyone to know exactly how much pleasure he can give me and what I sound and look like when I come.

I collapse after the first wave of my orgasm hits me. Sebastian rolls us again so I’m on my side, and he keeps his mouth on me through each wave. I’m a literal puddle of pleasure, a lump of sensual clay that he can mold and position. A toy for him to do whatever he wants with.

He lifts me into his arms again, cradling me to his chest with a tenderness that’s so opposite to the rough, dominating way he’s handled me since we arrived at the club. He whispers soft, sweet praises to me, sweeping my hair from my damp skin and kissing me wherever he can.

The world spins, and my eyelids flutter. I’m so overcome with pleasure and submission that everything blurs together—sounds, lights, bodies—until it all disappears and all that’s left is Sebastian and me.

“Such a good girl,” Sebastian soothes, setting me on the bed.

But it’s not the club’s bed. It’s bigger, and it smells like lemon, cedar, and mint mixed with honeysuckle, mango, and pomegranate, and sprinkled with salty sea air and the scents of the beach.

It smells like our scents. It smells like home.

I stretch lazily, blinking my eyes and forcing them to open. We’re back in the room he made for us, in our private little sex suite hidden away from the rest of the palace.

He brought us back with the transport stone.

“On your knees, my queen.” Sebastian shrugs his shirt off.

“Mmm…” I lick my lips as I watch him strip. My eyes travel from his chest to his abs, and I stare at his hands as I wait for him to unbutton his pants .

“On your knees,” he repeats sharply. “On your knees with your ass in the air.”

I moan again as I roll onto my stomach and pull my knees beneath me, so my ass and pussy are presented to him. My lower back arches, and my chest and cheek lay flush against the bed.

“Fuck…” He groans, and his movements speed up as he hastens to undress the rest of the way. “Fuck, that is a gorgeous view.” He grips my ass and spreads me wider. “You have no fucking idea how absolutely perfect you look right now, Sarina.”

He kisses my ass on both cheeks, then lines his dick up with my pussy. As he slides in, he grabs the end of the choker, wraps it around his fist, and tugs. My pussy clenches, and he grunts as he thrusts the rest of the way into me.

His hips slam against my ass, and my entire body bounces forward from the impact. Again and again, he thrusts into me, his hand still tugging slightly on the chain and the fingers of his other hand digging into my hip.

Harder and harder he fucks me, and my moans and groans get louder and more unrestrained with each thrust. His dick reaches so far inside me and stretches my pussy so perfectly.

I melt into the bed beneath his relentless fucking. I’m completely spent and completely at his mercy.

He releases the chain, and his hands roam my body.

They massage my ass and spank it lightly, then trace my sides and circle around to my breasts.

He tugs and twists my nipples, sending ripples of delight straight to my clit with each almost painful pinch of his fingers.

The slight bite of pain mixed with the pure, overwhelming pleasure from his dick is beautiful torture.

Once again, I find myself close to an orgasm in no time at all.

And Sebastian knows it. He always does.

He leans over my body, rolls my nipple in his fingers as his other hand moves to play with my clit, and scrapes his teeth on my exposed neck.

No. Not his teeth. His fangs .

I gasp, but my sound is stifled by his fangs piercing my neck, deepening the mate mark he gave me months ago. I’m stuck in a silent scream as I shatter into infinite pieces of starlight, shaking and writhing as I fall through a universe of euphoria .

“Such a good girl,” Sebastian whispers in my mind. “My good girl, my little rogue, my gorgeous queen.”

He releases my neck as he growls out his release, his thrusts quickening and his dick pulsing inside me. He keeps his dick in me for as long as he can, pressing almost all of his weight on me.

A sixth, very brief orgasm pulses through me as his movements slow and he seals his deepened mark with his tongue.

When he removes himself from my pussy, I whimper at the loss.

He gathers me in his arms and leans against the pillows with me on his chest. He caresses and soothes my muscles, then kisses the top of my head over and over again as he removes my bra and my heels, discarding them on the floor by the bed.

He doesn’t ask me what I need. He already knows what I want. What my body and my soul need, what I always wanted after all our moments together four years ago.

He just holds me in his arms, whispering to me about how perfect I am and how much he loves me, as he continues to pepper me with kisses and sweet, loving touches.

Once my heart rate slows, he takes me into the other room—the one he didn’t show me earlier. Inside is a gorgeous bathroom, but I’m too spent to appreciate it.

Sebastian draws a bath, lowers me into the tub, then gets in behind me so I can lean on him. “Are you all right?” he asks. “Did I take anything too far?”

I peek up at him through my fluttering eyelids. “I’m fine. I’m perfect. Te lo prometo .”

He holds me tight against him, and we let the steaming water relax us. I press my cheek into his chest and breathe in his scent as he scoops water over my body. He resumes his soothing words, caresses, and kisses, and I close my eyes while he pampers me.

It’s the perfect ending to a perfect night.