Page 156 of When We Ignite

Curious, I followed him to the bedroom. He stopped just inside the doorway, looking down at me expectantly.

“What?”

He nodded toward the wall.

I turned—and burst out laughing. “Are you serious?”

Sebastian nodded with a wide grin, stepping behind me and wrapping his arms around my neck. Together, we looked at our reflection in the full-length mirror now standing directly across from his bed. We looked good together, his bigger frame wrapping itself over mine.

“I figured this could solve our problem,” he murmured, biting his lip.

“What problem?”

“You said you didn’t like bending over because you couldn’t see my face,” he whispered.

My cheeks burned as I closed my eyes in embarrassment. “You’re such a fucking pervert,” I muttered, and Sebastian’s laughter filled the room.

* * *

Less than half an hour later, I hated to admit he’d been right.

Sebastian knelt behind me, his hands gripping my hips, fingers pressing into my skin as he pulled me back onto him. It felt deeper—better —each drag of his cock sending waves of pleasure through me. But the best part wasn’t the feeling—it was his face.

Sebastian’s gaze darted between our reflection in the mirror and the place where our bodies joined, unable to decide which view worked better for him. His lips were parted, his expression caught somewhere between awe and hunger. Every push forward contorted his features with ecstasy, and the strain in his muscles only made him look even more incredible.

I’d expected this position to feel demeaning, but the way he looked at me—like I was the best thing he’d ever touched—made me feel powerful. In that moment, it was like I had him in the palm of my hand, completely undone by me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His hand slid up my back, spreading heat along my skin, before he leaned forward. One hand braced against the bed, the other curved around to my neck, holding me in place. Our eyes locked in the mirror, and he groaned, the sound thick with want.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I dropped lower, my chest grazing the bed, and the head of my cock rubbed against the sheets, teasing me in the best way. Sebastian’s moan filled the air as his gaze flicked down to my body.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, his grip tightening. He thrust harder, his hand firm on my neck, and I let out a high, needy sound.

“That’s good,” I managed, my voice trembling with pleasure.

Sebastian nodded, his movements growing more intense. “Do you like that, pet?”

“Yes, but go harder, Ash,” I said, a teasing smile curling my lips.

His eyes snapped to mine in the mirror, dark and wild. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Come on, give metough love.”

A groan ripped from his throat, and I knew I’d said the right thing. He loved it when I asked for it. His hand left my neck to grab my wrist, pulling my chest flat against the bed. His other hand fisted in my hair, tugging hard to keep me in place. I couldn’t see him anymore, but I could feel him—his face close to my neck, his panting breaths warming my oversensitive skin.

Something about giving him this power—of feeling him take it—was just sofuckinghot.

He didn’t speed up. Instead, he drove into me harder, deeper, his cock rubbing just right as the friction against the sheets sent jolts of pleasure through me. I arched instinctively, chasing the sensation.

“God, you’re a fucking dream, Ethan,” he rasped.

Wet kisses trailed along the back of my neck, making me shudder.

“I want to spill inside you,” he whispered.

I nodded into the mattress, completely lost to him.