Page 185 of When We Ignite

I couldn’t help grinning. “Careful, sweetheart. We have a wedding tomorrow.”

Sebastian’s breathless chuckle brushed over my ear as his hands gripped my hips. He started with a slow, teasing rhythm that left me panting.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice rough.

I pushed back against him eagerly, meeting his thrusts. “Are you going to fuck me fast this time?” I asked, half teasing but a hundred percent serious.

His fingers dug into my skin, leaving what I knew would be bruises, and I gasped.

“Yes,” he said simply, his voice taut with restraint.

And then restraint vanished. His hips snapped forward, hard and fast, and I bit down on my lip to muffle the scream threatening to escape. The sharp slap of skin against skin filled the pantry, and all I could think was how much I’d missed this. Missedhim.

Sebastian could make me come undone with just a few thrusts, and it was fucking fantastic.

The position started to strain both of us—his height working against the angle—so I shifted, pressing a foot onto one of the shelves for leverage, lifting myself slightly.

Sebastian let out a low chuckle, his appreciation obvious even as his breath stuttered against my neck. “My legs are on fire,” he muttered, his words tinged with laughter.

I couldn’t help but laugh, too, nodding as my chest heaved. “Mine too.”

“Come on, turn around.” He pulled out, his voice commanding, and I obeyed, twisting in his arms.

Sebastian bent, hooking his hands under my thighs and lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and locked my legs around his waist, letting him take control.

He carried me to the wall, pressing me against it with a soft thud. The edge of a shelf bit into my back, but I didn’t care.

“Can you grab onto something?” he asked, his voice laced with humor at the absurdity of our situation.

I fumbled for balance, pressing one hand against the counter and stepping on a shelf to help Sebastian hold me steady. His arms tightened under my thighs as he adjusted and guided himself back inside. Andfuck,the angle was perfection. My head tipped back, eyes rolling shut as his thrusts resumed, each one so deeply satisfying.

“Oh, fuck me, that feels so fucking good,” I moaned, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Sebastian buried his face in my neck, his lips brushing over my skin as he grunted, “Yeah?”

“Yes, Ash. Don’t stop.”

Every slide of his cock sent a jolt of electricity straight through me, hitting every nerve in the best way possible. He bent his knees slightly, quickening his pace, thrusting upward and deeper. My foot slipped from the shelf, and I let out a surprised laugh as he caught me effortlessly, pressing me more firmly against the wall.

My legs tightened around him, locking him in place, and Sebastian let out a low grunt against my neck.

“Faster. Go faster,” I urged, chasing the wave of pleasure he was building with every movement.

For once, he didn’t smirk or argue. He justdid it,snapping his hips harder, faster, each thrust leaving me breathless.

I bit down on my lip, trying to muffle the noises spilling from me. Each sharp drive from Sebastian pushed a sound past my lips, loud and unabashed.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he panted against my ear, his voice heavy with humor and heat, “but you’ve got to be a little quieter, pet. We’re going to wake up half the house at this rate.”

I moaned louder in response. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I rested my elbows on his shoulders and grinned through the haze. “This is your fault. You made me loud. If you want me to be quiet, use your hands.”

“I can’t spare one right now,” he replied, his voice dipping into a husky laugh.

“Then tough,” I teased, biting at his jaw. “Fuck me harder.”

His answering growl was low and sinful as he complied. The pantry was stifling, heat radiating between us, sweat slicking our skin as gravity worked against us. I could feel myself slipping, but neither of us cared.

Sebastian adjusted his grip, pausing briefly before thrusting again, hitting that perfect spot with every snap of his hips. My toes curled, and my hands tightened in his hair as I felt the pleasure climb, threatening to pull me over the edge.