Page 150 of When We Ignite

“Aren’t you feeling good?” he teased, his lips quirking into a smirk. He let himself push deeper, giving me a few perfect thrusts that sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine, only to pull back and resume the shallow torture. Over and over again.

“For fuck’s sake, just stay inside,” I snapped.

Sebastian laughed softly. He leaned his weight onto my hands and thrust hard, filling me to the hilt. My body arched off the bed as he finally started fucking me with the intensity I craved. His pace picked up, hard and fast, driving me insane with need. I was sure if he so much as breathed on my dick, I was going to come.

“Ash, please.”

He groaned, his control slipping as his body moved frantically against mine. Something clicked in my head. He wanted me to beg him to let me come. Of course he fucking did.

“What?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I arched my back again, and his eyes tracked the movement hungrily. “Ash,” I moaned, drawing out his name just enough to make him feel it. “Come inside me.”

The smirk fell from his face. His eyes widened, and his grip on my wrists tightened almost painfully, drawing a helpless mewl from me.

“You’re too fucking good,” he growled.

“You too, Ash. Please let me come.”

He nodded, his restraint shattering as his hips slammed into mine, each thrust perfectly angled to wreck me. My entire body tensed as he finally wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking it just once before I came hard, my release spilling across both our chests.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Sebastian kept stroking me gently, contrasting with the hard, frantic thrusts of his hips. His movements turned erratic, and then he groaned deeply, his mouth falling open as his eyes squeezed shut. His entire body tensed, and with a final thrust, he came, groaning again as he buried himself deep inside me.

He lifted his hand from my wrists, placing it on the bed beside me.

I stretched my fingers, testing them—they felt almost numb from the pressure of his grip. I reached my fingers through his hair and tugged him down to my lips. Sebastian hovered above me, his breaths still coming in short, heavy bursts. His body radiated heat, his eyes closed as he began to steady himself.

I’d been right—there was no way I’d ever have sex again without thinking of him. My body was still trembling from the force of my orgasm and the raw intensity of how he’d claimed me.

As his breathing evened out, Sebastian pressed a soft kiss to my lips, slow and tender, like he was pulling me back into him. When he finally opened his eyes, they were lazy, warm, and utterly captivating.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

I couldn’t help it—I laughed. The corners of his mouth twitched as his brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

“Are you kidding me?”

He smiled then, a small, boyish curve of his lips. “I’m not kidding. Are you hurt?”

Sebastian shifted, pulling out of me gently, disposing of the condom with practiced ease before falling back on the bed beside me.

“Aren’t you going to run to the bathroom?”

His smile deepened as he reached for the robe on the bed. Using it, he cleaned my chest first and then his own. “You asked me not to.”

He reached for my hand, lifting it to his face. His fingertips brushed over my wrist delicately, his expression serious. It took me a moment to realize what he was doing.

“Ash, I’m fine,” I assured him, but he didn’t let go.

Instead, he shifted his focus to my other wrist, inspecting it just as carefully. “I should get you ice for this,” he said, frowning slightly as he lifted my hand. The skin around my wrists was red, faint imprints left from where he’d pinned me down.

“It doesn’t hurt. Don’t fuss,” I said, brushing it off and curling on my side. I kissed his neck, hoping to distract him.

Sebastian’s fingers drifted to my ribs, tracing light circles down my back before stopping between my cheeks. His thumb pressed gently against my rim, and I gasped, oversensitive.

“Doesn’t hurt?” His voice was a low rumble against my skin, thumb moving in small, teasing circles.