Chapter 0043

Sebastian's gaze never wavers as his fingers trail down my shoulder, slipping beneath the strap of my bra. With deliberate slowness, he tugs my shirt up and peels the fabric down until my breast is exposed, the curve fitting perfectly into his palm. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I gasp, arching into his touch.

His eyes darken with raw hunger, a look so intense it sends heat pooling low in my belly. He lowers his head, capturing my nipple between his lips, tongue swirling before he sucks gently. My hips jerk involuntarily, grinding against him as pleasure arcs through me. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close.

While his mouth works magic on my breast, his other hand slips beneath the waistband of my shorts. Finding the barrier of fabric frustrating, he growls and yanks them down my hips, pinning my legs together so I can't move.

One hand grips my back, pulling me flush against him while the other trails lower, sliding between my thighs. His fingers glide through my slick folds, drawing a ragged moan from my throat. "So wet for me, Evelyn," he murmurs against my skin.

He tugs the other side of my bra down, leaving both breasts bare and aching for his attention. "Perfect," he rasps, locking eyes with me as he flicks his tongue over my nipple. My back bows, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

His fingers circle my clit in slow, torturous strokes while my arousal drips down my thighs. Pulling back slightly, he slides a finger inside me, his voice rough with command. "Look at me. I want to watch you fall apart."

I force my eyes open as he begins pumping his finger in and out. "Wider," he orders, and I spread my legs as far as the bunched fabric allows. "Against the car." I obey, bracing myself as he takes complete control, coaxing reactions from my body I never knew possible.

His fingers work me relentlessly - one thrusting deep while the other teases my clit. His free hand pinches and twists my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"That's it, baby," he growls. "You're going to come on my fingers." He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously. "I want to feel you clamp down on me. Tell me what you want."

I can only nod, overwhelmed by sensation.

"Words, Evelyn." His fingers curl just right, making me whimper. "Say it."

"Make me come, Sebastian. Please."

His lips brush my ear. "Always."

His pace quickens, fingers pistoning in and out while his thumb presses hard on my clit. Just as I'm about to shatter, he hits that perfect spot inside me, and my world explodes. My walls clench around his fingers as my orgasm rips through me. I scream his name, but he swallows the sound with a possessive kiss, his canines scraping my lip.

As the aftershocks fade, I feel his body tense against mine. He groans into my mouth, licking the small cut on my lip until it heals. We stay wrapped around each other, breathing heavily.

"Wow," I finally manage.

Sebastian chuckles, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. The way he licks them clean sends another pulse of desire through me. "You're incredible," he murmurs. "I could spend eternity tasting you."

He helps me straighten my clothes, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "You okay? Didn't mean to get carried away."

I touch my healed lip. "More than okay."

"I warned you'd be the death of me," he says wryly.

I grin. "Death by pleasure doesn't sound so bad."

His growl vibrates through me as he pulls me close. "If I don't leave now, I'll have you on that hood and make you scream my name again." The image makes me shiver, and his nostrils flare at my renewed arousal.

"Inside, Evelyn. I'll see you tomorrow." He kisses my nose before turning me toward the house.

Just as I reach the door, his voice stops me. "What did your other suitor give you today?"

I freeze. Damn.

Turning slowly, I meet his knowing gaze. "That bad?" he asks.

I bite my lip. "The Chronicles of the Guardians."

He lets out a low whistle. "Impressive. Even I couldn't have gotten that for you." His expression turns thoughtful. "This guy means business."

"Yeah," I agree.

Sebastian nods. "So do I. Tomorrow will be... interesting." With a smirk, he adds, "Dream of me," before driving off.

As I enter the house, his cryptic words linger. What could possibly happen tomorrow with Sebastian watching? No one would dare make a move under his nose.

Yet the promise in his tone sends both anticipation and dread curling through me.