Page 148 of When We Ignite

He rolled the condom on with practiced ease, stroking himself with lube before kneeling close to me, keeping me on my side.

“Like this, okay? I’ll come closer as soon as I can,” he reassured me.

“That’s okay. Do it.”

Sebastian pulled my leg up, bending my knee toward my ribs. His dark eyes locked onto mine as he positioned himself. “Any last words?” he teased, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

I shook my head, and he pressed forward. The fat head of his cock breached me, and I felt an almost overwhelming urge to close my eyes, but I kept them on him. His lips parted, and the teasing smile disappeared, replaced by a focused frown. Adjusting his weight on his knees, he pushed in further, glancing down between us. The burn was sharp, but the pressure made me gasp.

His eyes snapped up to mine.

“I’m okay,” I told him.

He nodded, adjusting his stance as he pressed my leg higher.

“Arch,” he instructed. I obeyed, and he slid in deeper, a sharp groan escaping him as he bit down on his lip hard. “That’s it, pet.” His voice was rough, tinged with awe.

It was so much better watching his face, seeing every ounce of pleasure etched across his features. He was holding back, moving slowly, savoring every moment. I arched my back further, and he sank deeper, his groans growing more desperate.

“Do you like that?” I asked, my voice shaky.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, blazing with heat, and he nodded. “Your body is fucking heaven, Ethan. You feel so good, it’s unreal,” he said, his voice reverent.

The words made my head spin, and I closed my eyes, letting the weight of his praise wash over me.

Relaxing into the bed, he sank inside, bottoming out.

“Oh God,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking. He stilled, letting me adjust, and I took a shaky breath as my body acclimated. Just like yesterday, there was a burn, but it was paired with an all-encompassing fullness that sent sparks through me. Every nerve ending felt alive, waiting for the smallest movement to ignite them.

His hand found my cock, stroking gently.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my hand flying to stop him.

“I know it feels like too much, pet. I’ll go slow. Relax into it,” he murmured soothingly.

I hesitated before lowering my hand.

He resumed stroking, his touch light and careful. “How does that feel? Are you good?”

I clenched around him instinctively, and the sound we both made was pure need.

“Fucking incredible,” I managed to breathe out.

“Yeah?” His voice was raw, tortured, and when I met his gaze, he looked wrecked. His dark brows knitting, lips parted and shining with spit. His chest heaved—his entire body was taut with restraint, holding himself back for me. He looked like a god, and all I wanted was to be his offering.

“Yeah. Fuck me, Ash,” I said, the words coming out desperate.

His groan was guttural, almost a growl, as he pressed his lips together. One hand braced on my thigh, pinning me to the bed, while the other curved around my hip to steady himself. He didn’t pull out—instead, he used his grip to press himself deeper inside. His hips rolled slowly as he withdrew and pushed back in.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He repeated the motion, the slow drag of his cock keeping me teetering on the edge. I could see the tension in his body, building instead of easing. He was holding back.

“Ash,” I called.

His eyes snapped to mine, impossibly dark with arousal.

“What do you need?” I asked, searching his gaze.

“To make you feel good,” he said, his tone almost pained. His hands gripped me harder, the pressure skirting the line between pleasure and pain, sending a sharp jolt of arousal through me.