'Spread your legs. Wider.' Sebastian noted the wetness that dampened the curls of her sex. He ran his fingers through it. 'Ummm. Always ready for me.' He spanked her again, admiring the imprint left by his hand. He was filled with a violent need to possess her, to claim her, to prove to them both that it was too late to turn back now. As horrid and twisted and unworthy as he was, she was bound to him. Forever.
Sebastian licked the side of her face. 'Are you scared, sweet?'
Swallowing hard, she shook her head. 'I-I…'
'You what? You like it?'
'Do anything…' she breathed. 'I like everything you do…'
'Good girl.'
He slid his cock between her thighs, thrusting back and forth to coat the length of his erection with her cream. She arched her hips into the erotic caress, and he rewarded her with the barest penetration. He teased her opening with a shallow plunge and then withdrew, relishing her protest.
Sebastian slid his hands up her straining back, lifting her night rail as he went, licking along the curve of her spine. 'Sweet Olivia. Obeys Daddy without question, but inside, she longs for a wicked man to ravish her.' His voice dropped to a husky murmur. 'A pirate perhaps?'
She gasped and bucked against the scorching heat of his erection. 'Please… don't tease…'
He stroked the burning skin of his wife's bottom. Pressing a hard kiss to her cheek, Sebastian pulled back when she turned her head to capture his mouth. 'I won't be gentle,' he warned. 'I'm not capable of it now. Tell me to stop if this is not what you want.' He slid halfway inside her dripping channel, shuddering as he fought to walk away if she asked.
She writhed beneath him, her long nails leaving scratch trails in the velvet counterpane. 'Hurry, damn you!'
'Don't swear,' he growled, then rammed his cock balls-deep into her.
Olivia cried out in agonized pleasure as Sebastian buried himself to the hilt within her, the force of his thrust shoving her hips hard into the edge of the mattress. He withdrew immediately and plunged again, stretching her almost beyond bearing. She felt a complete wanton, with her feet resting on the floor, her legs spread wide to better accommodate his frenzied thrusting. She was helpless, a stationary vessel for his lust.
He reached down and wrapped his fist in her hair to hold her still while he fucked her. The hard tugging on her scalp as she moved under his fierce pounding only goaded her excitement. 'I love you,' she gasped.
'God… Olivia…' His rhythm faltered, his cock burning hot as it stilled within her.
'I love you,' she repeated, shuddering beneath him as he swelled until it was almost painful. Lord above, he was massively built. She was so aroused, cream leaked from her body, causing a sweet sucking sound as he pulled out of her. She thrust her hips back, sliding her body back onto his shaft.
'This is what you wanted, isn't it?' he groaned, his thighs quivering against hers. 'You like me at your mercy and desperate for you.' Sebastian pulled out and then pumped back into her again, his fingers digging with bruising force into her hips.
'Yes, my love,' she moaned. 'Be wild for me.'
And he was.
Pleasure built impossibly fast, the tight, heavy weight of his balls slapping repeatedly against her, until Olivia thought she would go mad with it. Her eyes slid closed as her entire body began to tremble.
Sebastian growled, and she felt the hard jerking of his cock as he began to come in scorching bursts against her womb. The hand at her hip moved between her legs and began a frantic rubbing against the hard nub that ached for his touch. She groaned at the wracking pleasure, face buried in the counterpane, spurred by the feel of his hot semen flooding her womb and the skilled swirling of his fingers against her. Incredibly his pace increased, and she flowed without pause from one orgasm into another. When he finally collapsed against her back, Olivia was certain she would be unable to move for days, just as he had threatened.
It was several moments before his crushing weight lifted from her. Cold air chilled the skin so recently heated by the press of his body. Somehow she found the strength to reach back and clutch his wrist. 'Don't leave me.'
Sebastian's calloused hand caressed her hip as he rose. 'Allow me to undress, sweet.'
She turned to face him, noting his averted gaze and guessing the cause of it. 'I'm fine.'
'I was rough,' he muttered.
'Do you regret what just happened?'
He shrugged out of his coat, then went to work on the buttons of his waistcoat. 'No.'
Olivia pulled her gown over her head and discarded it. 'Then cease acting as if you do.' She crawled under the covers and rolled to her side, listening to the sounds of her husband disrobing.
'Do you regret what you said?' he asked in a near-whisper.
She hid her smile in the pillow. 'No.'
His hard body curled behind hers, his mouth pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Lacing her fingers with the ones he held against her stomach, she fell asleep.
Later, she woke to the feel of Sebastian's hands roaming her curves, his body hot and damp behind hers. His skilled fingers slipped between her legs, dipping into her sex coated with his seed, and stroking until she moaned with desire. His mouth found the lobe of her ear. Helpless with pleasure, she arched into him.
His voice was gruff as he breathed in her ear. 'Say it again.'
'I love you.'
Adjusting her hips, he slid into her from behind, filling her completely. He thrust within her, slow and luxurious, his hands kneading her breasts and rolling her nipples with his calloused fingertips. She begged him to hurry, but he continued to move with lazy strokes, whispering raw, carnal words that goaded her passion to a fever pitch. When he finally allowed her release, it stunned her with its force and she cried out, her fingers clawing at his. Sebastian stiffened behind her and then flooded her with heat, his velvety voice gasping and moaning her name in the darkness.
Sated, he held her tightly to him. 'I'm sorry,' he breathed against her skin. 'I would not have done it.'
Olivia didn't misunderstand. 'I couldn't bear to share you.'
'You never will, I vow.'
Dawn intruded around the heavy velvet curtains when Sebastian reached for her again. She rolled into his embrace by instinct, half-asleep yet sensing how much he needed her.
'I'm so sorry,' he whispered brokenly. 'I don't deserve you.'
'Shhh…'
'Tell me again.'
'I love you.' And her heart ached for him, this beautiful, wonderful man who'd had so little love in his life that he would beg for it from her. 'I love you, Sebastian.'
With her eyes closed, Olivia relied on her other sleep-hazy senses-smell, taste, touch. Every hard plane and ridge of her husband's body was so familiar to her questing fingertips. He whispered to her, incoherent sounds that made her feel safe and cherished. She tugged him closer, her need as fierce as his, until he rose above her and blocked out the whispers of light.
He anchored her thigh over his hip and thrust skillfully inside her. Over and over he brought her to climax, knowing her pleasures, understanding her wants as only an expert and attentive lover could. She could feel his tenderness spreading through every touch, every lunge. Giving a startled cry, Olivia felt the rapture wash over her, through her, and into Sebastian, who shivered against her and gave a low, pained moan.
Olivia woke hours later and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her left hand felt weighted, and she looked at it, coming to immediate wakefulness at the sight of the massive sapphire that graced her ring finger. Her heart tightened. She didn't have to look around to be certain.
Sebastian was gone.
As he threw open the door to his father's bedroom, stealth was not the primary goal in Sebastian's mind. Olivia's scent rose up from his skin as his blood heated with fury. His father had deliberately set out to destroy his wife to attain his own ends. Sebastian would not tolerate it happening again. His father would know that for a certainty in a moment.
