Page 149 of When We Ignite

I moaned, and he responded by pulling me back onto his cock more forcefully.

“I want you to feel good too. How do you want me?”

He closed his eyes, shaking his head as though trying to resist. “This is great.”

“Ash, please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Ash, look at me,” I said firmly, and his eyes locked onto mine. “I love it when you’re rough, and you’re not hurting me in the slightest. I have a high threshold for pain. This feels really fucking good.”

Sebastian stilled, his hips rolling slowly as he studied me. The tension in his jaw softened, and after a beat, he nodded, a low growl escaping his throat.

He reached up suddenly, grabbing a pillow and tucking it under my hips, lifting me toward him. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, anticipation building as he shifted my leg to the side and leaned forward. His large hands encircled my wrists, crossing them above my head and pinning them to the bed.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed.

I complied, curling them tightly around his waist.

Sebastian’s dark eyes roamed down my body, lingering on every inch of me. “You’re perfect like this,” he murmured, his thumb gently stroking the delicate skin beneath the bracelet he’d gifted me.

I was about to beg him to move when he leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a slow, deep kiss. I kissed him back eagerly, melting into the warmth of his mouth. As his tongue slid against mine, his hips snapped forward hard, and a surprised gasp escaped me. He did it again, putting even more force behind it, drawing a soft cry from my lips. He leaned his weight onto my pinned wrists, setting a rough, punishing rhythm that stole the breath from my lungs. Each thrust was intense, and I couldn’t hold back the sounds escaping me—groans that quickly turned into desperate whines.

Sebastian adjusted his knees, shifting slightly, and thrust again, angling perfectly to hit that spot inside me that made my body ignite. I arched my back, hiking my legs higher around him, and he grunted above me.

“Do you like that?” His voice was like velvet sliding over my skin.

“Yes,” I gasped, my voice breaking under the weight of my pleasure. “Fuck, yes.”

Sebastian kissed me deeply, his grip on my wrists tightening as he thrust, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. “Can you take it harder?”

I nodded desperately, and he adjusted his angle again, his thrusts becoming almost brutal in their intensity. My body rocked beneath him, pleasure building unbearably as my cock, heavy and aching, bobbed untouched between us. I was on the edge of losing it.

“Grab my dick,” I pleaded.

Sebastian’s lips curved into a wicked smile, and he shook his head. “You’re not coming, pet. I’m taking my time with you.” His voice was deep and utterly commanding. He kept his relentless pace, his cock plunging deep inside me, leaving me moaning helplessly beneath him.

His body gleamed with sweat, the sheen of it making every muscle in his chest and arms stand out. He was breathtaking—his teeth clenched, his brow furrowed with effort, every movement filled with unrestrained desire.

One of his hands shifted from my wrists, sliding down my body. His touch was hot and possessive as he explored me—my chest, my hips, my thighs—before resting over my neck. His eyes darkened as he took me in. His thumb pressed lightly on my lips, and I opened my mouth instinctively, sucking on it.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, pet,” he said, his voice reverent. He leaned down, licking over my lips before murmuring against them, “The hottest thing I’ve ever fucked.”

“Ash,” I moaned.

“What do you want?”

“Faster,” I begged, but he shook his head again, smiling that maddening smile.

I groaned in frustration, and he chuckled softly, clearly enjoying this. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” I practically whimpered.

“Not yet.” He kissed me again, deeply. Then, without warning, he nearly pulled all the way out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. A mischievous grin spread across his face before he started fucking me with shallow, torturous thrusts.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned loudly, my body writhing beneath him as I tried to chase the pleasure he kept dangling just out of reach. “I thought you wanted to make me feel good,” I said, my voice dripping with frustration as I tried to pull my hands free.