Page 158 of When We Ignite

I felt his smirk against my skin. “I’m sorry, my darling. I’ve been doing this for as long as you’ve been alive. Beautiful effort, though. Keep going.”

I had half a mind to pull his hair again.

Then he ground his hips down hard, his cock pressing deep, his hand rubbing over me perfectly. I gasped, teetering on the edge. He did it again, just once more, and I was so close—so fucking close.

And then he stopped.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” I growled, my voice muffled against the bed.

Sebastian laughed. “You’ll catch more bees with honey.”

He started again, and I tried to push my hips down against his hand, desperate for friction. He froze, his voice suddenly firm and his hand tightening in my hair. “Don’t cheat, or I won’t let you come at all.”

I forced myself to relax, letting my body sink into the bed, and he started thrusting again. I tried a different approach. “Ash,” I moaned, letting my voice take on that breathy, pleading tone I knew he loved.

“That’s more like it, pet. Keep going,” he encouraged.

I pushed back against him and moaned his name over and over.

He released the hold he had on my hair and braced his forearm on the bed. His fingers curled under my chin and tugged upward. “Look up, darling,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

I did as he asked, opening my eyes and meeting his in the mirror.

We were both wrecked. Our hair was a mess, our faces flushed, and Sebastian’s eyes were dark and half-lidded, lost in the pleasure of it all.

He bared his teeth slightly, grinding into me with more force. “Let me see you come.”

“Yes,” I gasped, barely able to form the word.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me,” he commanded, his gaze locking on mine.

He thrust harder, his cock dragging perfectly inside me. My hands twisted in the sheets, gripping so tightly I thought they might tear.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my breath catching.

Sebastian thrust again, harder this time, grinding into me with precision. He kept going, his pace turning relentless as he did it over and over again.

It was too much, and finally, I shattered.

My body arched as the pleasure ripped through me, my muscles contracting as my orgasm surged. I gasped and trembled, my mind blank and my body overwhelmed.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

“Ash,” I breathed, barely coherent.

He was still moving, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he chased his own release. He pulled out suddenly, discarding the condom and stroking himself roughly as his other hand grabbed my hip hard enough to leave marks.

“Ethan,” he groaned, his voice breaking.

The heat of his release pooled on my lower back, and he leaned over me, his weight braced on one hand as he rode out the aftershocks.

“Fuck,” he exhaled harshly, his body still trembling. Our eyes met in the mirror once more, and he smiled, his expression soft and blissful. “That was fantastic.”

I returned his smile weakly, turning my cheek against the bed. I felt utterly boneless, my body spent in the best possible way.

Sebastian sat back, running a hand through his damp hair. He glanced toward the bathroom and then back at me. When I shook my head, he chuckled and grabbed a shirt, using it to clean my back.

He climbed back onto the bed, lying beside me. I kissed his shoulder lightly, feeling the comfort of his warmth next to me.