Her curls were soaked with her liquid passion. He knew what she wanted as he rubbed his two fingers up and down her clit. She moaned his name as he put just a little pressure on the top of the buddle of nerves. Her fingers tightened on his hand and he caressed lower, putting his fingers where no other man had ever been.
Eve’s breathing grew labored as he teased her. He continued to let her guide him, letting her tell him just what she liked. Her hips thrust against his fingers and he rubbed faster, pressed harder. He could feel the quivering of her thighs as he sensed her growing closer to the edge of release. His own orgasm was fast approaching from simply watching the pleasure crossing her face.
She was softly crying his name, begging him to never stop. Her hand drifted between them and she grasped him in her hands. He wasn’t even aware of what she was doing until she had already done it. He continued to rub her sweet spot as she lifted her hips away from him…
And then they were both yelling as she sunk down on his length. She barely got half way down his engorged cock before she stopped, her head thrown back and she screamed her release. Unable to contain himself a second longer her followed her. He grasped her hips and thrust all the way inside of her as he felt his cum jet against the walls of her womb.
Chapter 9
Still fighting to catch her breath, Eve raised her head. Sweat glistened off Sebastian’s chest and his breathing wasn’t much better than her own. His head rested back against the bed’s head board, his eyes closed.
She could not believe what had just happened. Never in her life had she experienced pleasure that seemed to consume her every sense. Not even when she would touch herself had it felt so earth shaking. She felt boneless, completely spent from the wild ride with desire. And still she burned, her need for him only seeming to grow with each passing second.
He was still deep inside of her, and while she could feel him growing less hard, he still filled her to the point of almost pain. She hadn’t noticed when he had pierced through her virginity, but now, even with her desire for him, she was beginning to feel sore. Dropping her head back onto his chest with a sigh she closed her eyes once more.
He shifted, his fingers stroking soothingly through her long tangled hair. “There are no words to describe what we just did.” He muttered, his voice hoarse. “I have never felt anything close to this before in my life.”
She smiled. “Good.”
“How are you?” He asked. “Am I hurting you?”
The concern in his voice made her raise her head once more so that she could assure him that she was fine. “Better than fine actually. Any better and I might expire.” She kissed him, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his upper lip.
“What about…here?” His fingers caressed the outer lips where he was still deep inside of her. “Are you hurting?”
“A little.” She told him honestly. “But…I’m also still hungry for more of you.” Eve bit her bottom lip. “And I can feel you are starving for me.” He was growing harder by the moment, stretching her aching inner muscles in such a deliciously painful way.
She arched her back. Her nipples, still distended and pebble hard tightened even more and she leaned forward to let them rub against his hair roughened chest. “I want you.” She breathed. “Aw…Bastian!”
He gripped her hips and locked her in place. “This is crazy. I have never been able to…God, what you do to me Eve!” He kissed her neck, sinking his teeth in just enough to make goose flesh pop up along her body and intensify her pleasure that much more. “I don’t think I will ever be able to get enough of you.”
Her hips rocked forward as much as his grip would allow. Her clit, still throbbing from her earlier orgasm, rubbed against his lower abdomen. The contact sent little shots of pulsating pleasure through her pussy and her inner walls clenched around his ever growing cock. Any pain that she might have been feeling was pushed to the back of her mind as her desire mounted. And still he refused to let her move.
“Fuck!” He muttered as her inner walls clamped around him longer and harder with each shock wave of desire that went through her. She could feel herself melting over him. Her arousal flowing, lubricating her passage.
He was filling her to the point that she was stretched to the max but as she shifted her hips ever so slightly she found it easier to take more of him. The sweet, musky sent of their loving filled the air as her cries for fulfillment began to grow louder. But he had yet to let her move as she wanted.
Eve raised her eyes, meeting his startling dark blue eyes. She had never seen them that color before the entire time that she had known him. “Bastian…Please!” She moaned. “I need you.”
“Not yet.” He gritted out through clenched teeth. “Soon, babe. Soon.”
One hand drifted over her rear and teased the slit of her ass. But he didn’t linger as he drifted lower and found where he ended and she began. His hips thrust ever so slightly, testing her. She felt him rubbing his own shaft and was surprised when he brought his hand away. His fingers were damp with her liquid desire and his own cum. She watched in a desire filled fog as he used his dampened fingers to rub against her aching clit.
She screamed his name, tossing her head back in agonizing pleasure. “That’s it, babe. Just let yourself go.”
His hips thrust gently again and again, the little movements driving her closer to the edge quickly with each slap of his balls against her ass. With his talented fingers working their magic on the bundle of nerves that was her clit and her nipples scraping across his sweat dampened chest she was soon lost in her need to find fulfillment. Her cries grew louder, her inner walls quivering around his engorged length.
“More!” She commanded. “Please, more.” But she was unsure of what ‘more’ she could possible need when he was driving her crazy as it was.
With an exclaimed curse he flipped them so that she was lying on her back across the bed with him on top of her. He lifted her hips off the mattress and began to thrust into her with the force and speed of a jackhammer. It was just what she needed.
Eve held onto his shoulders, her nails breaking skin. With each powerful thrust she was lost. Her pussy flooded with her cum as she screamed. His name came out a sob. She begged him to stop, only in the next breath begging him to never stop. It was too much, yet she doubted it could ever be enough.
“Eve!” He shouted as his entire body stiffened and she felt his seed jetting against the walls of her womb.
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Weak winter sunlight was peeking through the open blinds. She moaned and reached for her spare pillow, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep…
When she reached for the pillow she found that it was gone. Her eyes snapped open to find that her bed was in shambles…And it wasn’t her bed! The night before came flooding back into her sleep fogged mind. The sound of the shower running from the closed door to the connecting bathroom caught her attention and she sighed.
As the fogginess cleared she began to notice her aches. Muscles that she had never used in her life protested as she moved her hips ever so slightly. But even as the aches made her grimace in pain, deep within her the pain was also pleasure. Her most intimate of places still throbbed with need for the man behind the closed door.
With a moan that was both from remembered pleasure and delicious pain she sat up and slowly got to her feet. A splash of red out of the corner of her eye caught her attention as she stood and she turned her head to see a stain on the creamy sheets. A blush filled her cheeks as she realized that it was her blood that had caused the stain.
Well there it was! In blaringly vivid proof that she had indeed been a virgin up until last night. Deep down she felt a little sad that her innocence was now gone, never to be returned. But a bigger part of her was proud—and yes, ecstatic—that it had been Sebastian to have taken it from her.
Her gaze still captured by the spot on the sheet she was surprised when the door to the bathroom opened suddenly, letting steam leak into the room. Sebastian,
with his hair dripping water from his shower, walked out with nothing more than a damp towel wrapped around his lean waist. He saw her standing there gaping at him and grinned. “Hey, babe. Sorry, did I wake you?”
“No.” She shook her head, entranced by the droplets of water trailing down his chiseled chest. Her tongue longed to trace their paths, each and every one of them. She cleared her throat and forced her eyes higher. He had watched her, seen how she struggled with her naughty urges, and appeared just as affected. “The sun woke me.” She shifted ever so slightly, but even that small movement was enough to make her grimace. She was going to be feeling the effects of the night before for a while.
Seeing her pain filled expression he crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been.” He kissed her lips tenderly. “But I have a remedy to help with some of the pain.”
“Really?” She murmured, her inner muscles clenched in desire and protested in pain. It was crazy to still want him this much after what had happened just a few hours earlier, but she did all the same. Eve wondered if she would ever not want him…
Sebastian bent and lifted her carefully into his capable arms. “A long, hot soak in the bathtub, a few pain relievers, and a glass of wine.” He carried her into the still steamy bathroom and sat her on the edge of the tub as he began running the bath. More steam filled the room, making it wonderfully warm. Bubbles began to rise from the water, along with the scent of lavender.
Once the tub was filled, he lifted her once more and tenderly put her into the water. The bubble bath stung her inner walls at first and she cried up. But it soon dissipated and she set back, letting the warm water ease her aching muscles. Sebastian left her for a few minutes, but returned with a bottle of Zinfandel and Tylenol. She took both with a murmur of thanks, enjoying the bold flavor of the red wine on her tongue as she swallowed two of the pain relievers.
She expected Sebastian to leave again. Instead he dropped down beside of her and, using a loofa, washed her with a sweet smelling body wash. She felt pampered and cherished by the time he was done. But with the combination of the warm bath, good wine, and the exhausting night with little sleep she had experienced she was soon boneless.
Sebastian lifted her from the tub and wrapped her in a bath sheet. She leaned against him while he dried her thoroughly. When she was dry he lifted her once more, dropping nibbling little kisses along her jaw as he carried her out of the bathroom. But he didn’t stop by the rumpled bed they had used the night before. Instead he exited the master bedroom and walked across the hall to one of the other bedrooms. It was only slightly smaller than the master suit, with a connecting bath as well.
The bed was already turned down and he deposited her in the middle with such tender care. Eve’s throat burned with suppressed emotion. The way he had just taken care of her she felt such overwhelming love for him that it caused tears to fall from her eyes without her even realizing it. He stepped back, concern on his face. “Eve?”
She gave him a watery smile. “Sorry. I just…” She used her hand to dash the wayward tears away. “I think I fell in love with you all over again just now.”
He sucked in a breath and dropped down beside of her. He kissed away her tears before pulling her head onto his chest. “You are so beautiful, my sweet Eve. Sleep now, babe.”
Chapter 10
The ringing of his cell roused him from a deep sleep. He was warm and incredibly comfortable, with the sweetest ass pressed firmly against his semi-hard erection. For a moment he completely forgot what had awakened him from such a peaceful sleep, until he heard his cell buzz once more.
Groaning he untangled one arm from around Eve and reached blindly for the irritating piece of technology on the night stand where he had tossed it earlier. Without glancing at the caller ID he hit talk and pressed it to his ear. “This is Sebastian.” He muttered, still more than half asleep.
“I need you to bring Eve home now.” His father’s hard voice filled his ear.
“Dad…” He began, sitting up quickly so that he could better get his thoughts organized; but he stopped when Garth repeated his words and disconnected.
Beside of him Eve was awake now. She gazed up at him with concerned filled green eyes. “Is he angry with us?”
Sebastian frowned down at his phone. It was just after five in the evening, meaning they had been gone for more than twenty-four hours. His father hadn’t exactly sounded angry, but he sure had not sounded pleased either. “I don’t know. He didn’t give me time to ask…He wants me to bring you home now.”
She bit her bottom lip, making him ache to taste it once more. Without hesitation he dropped a quick, hard kiss on her mouth and stood. “Let’s go face the music and get this over with.” Not caring that he was completely naked he started for the door.
“Sebastian..?” The way she said his name, the slight little wobble in her voice had him turning to face her. She was still sitting where he had left her, but the sheet was tucked under her arms and she was staring down at her lap.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked, going back to her.
“Is this it?” She swallowed hard and finally raised her eyes to meet his boldly. “Are we a one-time thing? Or…” She broke off and looked away again, her courage deserting her. “I don’t want this to be over. Even if Garth doesn’t approve I still want to be with you.” The last came out a whisper, but he heard her.
His heart contracted and he pulled her up onto her knees and into his arms. His lips caressed her neck and he delighted in her shivers. “This is only the beginning for us, Eve. And I don’t care if my father likes it or not. You mean too much to me for me to throw it away over his disapproval.”
Her arms tightened around him. “I love you, Bastian.” She whispered.
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When they walked into the house a little over an hour later it was to find Garth in his office. But he wasn’t alone. Eve was surprised to see three formally dressed men standing by the large desk. They reminded her of the president’s secret service the way they were dressed…And were those guns under their jackets?
Her first thought was that these men were with the FBI and they wanted to speak to her about the robbery. But on closer inspection she noticed that they had an almost exotic look about them. The slight tilting of their dark chocolate eyes; the olive tone to their complexion. For some reason her grandfather’s Christmas card came to mind and she gripped Sebastian’s hand tighter.
Garth caught her eye and inclined his head grimly. Anger began to simmer in her veins. “What’s going on?” She demanded.
One of the men, the larger of the three stepped forward. He was above average in the looks department, with his chiseled features and well-muscled physique. She was sure he had plenty of admires. His voice when he spoke was laced with a strong accent that she thought was a mixture of French and something else. “Mademoiselle Patel?”
Eve raised a brow at him. “Yes. I am Evelyn Patel. Who are you?”
“My name is Benoit Beranger. I and my colleagues are part of His Majesty King Jean Pierre Michon’s Royal Guard. He has sent us at the request of your grandfather, Warren Travers. News of your recent ordeal has reached my king and he along with your grandfather feels that, until such time as they deem you are safe, you will have your own personal guards.” He spoke with such eloquence and command that she was in little doubt of his importance to the royal guard for the recently crowned King Jean Pierre Michon.
“She doesn’t need personal bodyguards.” Sebastian informed the man, his tone cold and hard.
“That is not for you to say.” Benoit stated in a neutral tone. His eyes took in Sebastian and then dismissed him just as quickly. “Until I receive word from my king, I will be watching over Mlle. Patel.”
Eve sighed. She knew that there was no use in trying to persuade these men differently. She was stuck with them. “I am completely safe inside of this house. But since you are only following orders then I will
respect the fact that you are doing your job. However, I expect you to maintain a distance. My personal life is my own. Please respect my privacy.”
“Only as long as it does not infringe on your safety.” Benoit inclined his head. “We do not wish to intrude. I just wanted to make our presence known so as not to scare you, Mlle. Patel. A car will be parked at your gate at all times. Should you need to go somewhere, we will follow. If, however, you are alone, we ask that you let one of us escort you.”
When he and the other two Royal Guards were gone Eve dropped down onto one of the leather chairs in front of her stepfather’s desk. “He is really pushing this.” She muttered almost to herself.
“So it seems.” Garth raked both hands through his hair. “But now that you are with Sebastian maybe he will back off.”
Sebastian frowned from one to the other. “What are you two talking about? What the hell is going on?”
She grimaced. “My grandfather sent me a Christmas card…” She explained what he had told her he had planned for her future. As she continued to speak she saw his jaw tense as if he were gritting his teeth. And his eyes seemed to blaze with pure hatred. “I sent him a letter explaining that there was no way I would comply with his little scheme. But apparently he either hasn’t received it yet, or chose to ignore it.”
“I will destroy both of them if they so much as attempt to take you from me!” He nearly bellowed and left the room with a fierce expression on his face.
She sat back in the chair and closed her eyes. She could feel Garth’s gaze on her, but didn’t open her eyes. “What?”
“Are you happy with my son?”
His question surprised her. Her eyes snapped open and she saw concern in her stepfather’s eyes. “Sebastian makes me feel…I don’t know. Complete? I love him, Garth.”
He nodded, a small smile teasing the corners of his lips. “I know. And I think perhaps he loves you too. I hope that the two of you can be as happy as I was with your mother...”