Page 157 of When We Ignite

His grip on my hair tightened, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through my spine. “Do you want that too?” he asked, his breathing ragged and uneven.

“Yes,” I gasped.

Sebastian let go of my wrist and moved his hand under me. I frowned when I didn’t feel it wrapping around my dick.

“Drop down on the bed,” he growled in my ear.

I obeyed, feeling his palm open under my cock.

As he thrust into me, his hand created just enough friction to drive me mad. It was teasing, perfect, and unbearable all at once. My body trembled, and I moaned helplessly, overwhelmed by the sensations. I ground my hips down on his hand, chasing the feeling.

“Don’t do it yourself,” he murmured. “Just push back against me. I’ll get you there, pet.”

I nodded, moving in rhythm with his thrusts. Our bodies were slick with sweat, sliding together with each push.

He held me there for what felt like hours, my body begging for release while he kept holding me back, keeping his thrusts slow and even. I both loved and hated how he held me in that place, refusing to let me fall over the edge.

“Please,” I begged.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my cheek. “You feel so fucking good. Just a little longer. Let me have your body a little longer.”

Frustrated, I reached back, grabbing his hair and pulling hard.

He groaned in response. “Ah, don’t get mad,” he teased, his tone light but wrecked with desire. “Look how much you like it.”

His thumb brushed over the head of my cock, and I sobbed at the intensity of the sensation, my body convulsing.

“You love it, don’t you? You love how I fuck you.”

“Yes.”

His thumb slid over me again, and I shuddered violently, teetering on the brink.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not yet,” he said, stopping just before I could tip over.

A frustrated groan escaped me, muffled into the mattress. My body was trembling, every nerve alight. Sebastian stayed still, giving me just enough time to calm down before he began moving again.

“This is fucking torture,” I muttered.

Sebastian chuckled softly, his lips grazing my neck. “Not having you is torture. This? This is fucking heaven.”

I closed my eyes tightly, caught between annoyance and desire.

He started moving again, his thrusts slow at first, but building in intensity, each one rougher than the last.

I released his hair, pressing my hand against the bed to steady myself as his pace quickened.

“That’s it, pet. Give in to it,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

“Please.”

“No,” he murmured against my skin, almost apologetically. “I want to fuck you for hours.”

I let out a whine and pushed my hips back hard, meeting his thrust. The movement caught him off guard, and he gasped, his breath faltering. I did it again, adding more force, and this time he groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against my neck.

“That’s good. Keep doing that,” he said, thrusting harder in response.

For a second, I thought I had him, that he might finally give in. But his breathing evened out again, his self-control frustratingly intact. He moaned softly into my neck, and I let out a helpless noise.