Page 128 of The Sun & Her Burn

“No,” he assured me, guiding me deeper into the room. “Adam had a club he frequented in London, but Savannah didn’t like to play in front of others, and I never thought to ask to go along. This is a first for me, too.”

“Does it turn you on?” I asked.

“You turn me on. In any place or time, even when it’s inconvenient. Now, let me help you with this,” Seb murmured as he shifted behind me and twisted my hips until I faced a floor-length mirror. “I’ve been dying to see what you have under this dress since you opened the door for me.”

A violent shiver scoured through me as he planted a flat hand in my belly and used the other to slowly tug at the sash tying the dress closed around my hips. He looked so powerful towering over me, so much taller even than my five nine height that I felt uncharacteristically dainty pressed against him. The low lights limned him in gold, casting his features in shadows so that he seemed almost sinister.

I shivered again and leaned my weight back against him.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing his lips into my hair as the sash finally pulled through the knot and unbound.

I watched his eyes, azure gold in the lamplight, as my dress gaped open to reveal the intricate lingerie I’d designed myself.

His sharp inhale sounded almost painful.

“Dio mio,tu sei incantevole,” he muttered in husky Italian before remembering to translate. “My God, you are enchanting.”

His hands traced the path of the high-cut plum-purple panties from my hips to the apex of my thighs, then fiddled with the bow at the top that dipped down to expose a V of bare skin on my pubis. Trailing his rough fingertips up to my belly button, he feathered his touch over the points of lace that draped down to touch the sides of my hips and then up to the center point of my ribs where boning plumped up my breasts until they raised obscenely over the cups, my nipples one heaving breath away from exposure.

“If I was not touching you, I would think you are a dream,” he told me in a ragged voice as he cupped my breasts through the delicate fabric, rubbing his thumbs over the points of my nipples. “What beautiful wrapping for Adam’s gift tonight.”

I trembled at the possessiveness and praise.

“Will he reward me, do you think, for giving him something so lovely to play with?” Sebastian murmured, dragging hismouth from my ear to my neck, where he sank his teeth into my skin. He laved the small hurt with his tongue. “Should I leave my own mark so he knows who the present is from?”

“Yes,” I breathed, tipping my head to the side as if my spine had dissolved.

“Si,” he echoed, before closing his mouth over my flesh and sucking hard.

I gasped, my knees weakening at the dual sensation of pain and pleasure that arrowed down my chest and sank into my low belly. Sebastian banded one arm under my breasts to keep me on my feet and sucked harder.

When he lifted his head, the bruise he’d left behind was very nearly the same dark purple as the lingerie I wore for them.

“My turn,” I suggested, already twisting to Sebastian and raising on my toes in my heels so I could reach his neck.

Without hesitation, he lowered his head so I could sink my fingers into his rumpled black waves and fist them tight while I left my own vicious love bite on his throat.

When I stepped back, we were both breathing heavily.

“Pick my mask for me,” Sebastian asked, smoothing his hands down my sides as if he could not stop touching me.

He spun me by the hips to face the wall of masks, and I hummed as I surveyed the hundreds of options. It only took a moment to pick one for him, though, and he laughed when I walked over to pluck it from the hook.

It was a black velvet mask with a spray of what looked likerealdiamonds across one side of the eyes that resembled the Milky Way. The rich color brought out his golden eyes and deepened his swarthy allure.

Without saying a word, he reached around me to secure my own mask, a delicate gold affair with a blazing sun in the crest of the forehead.

As he secured the ribbons around my head, I tipped forward to snag one more from the wall. It was pale silver and pockmarked like the surface of the moon and fitted in the shape of the same one worn by the Phantom of the Opera.

“He’ll be wearing one already,” Sebastian reminded me. “But I agree this is perfect.”

“The sun, the moon, and the stars,” I told him, spinning so I could press my body against the length of his. “Now, all you need is love enough to move them.”

Seb made an inarticulate noise in the back of his throat, slid a hand into the back of my hair, and lowered his mouth to mine. This kiss was slow and sensual, a lead-up move that left my thoughts fuzzy around the edges and my thighs pressed together to stem the ache between them.

“Trottolina,” he murmured against my damp mouth as he stroked a hand along my jaw. “I am tempted to keep you in this room and ravage you myself. If you want to include Adam, we should leave while I have the will to do so.”

Female satisfaction curled through me. “I want you with or without him. I always have,” I confessed, taking his hand and pressing it between my thighs so that he could feel the dampness already gathered there. “I just happen to think the three of us together makes sense, somehow, more than just the two.”