Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 179

Cecilia

The whiskey on his tongue made me feel dizzy and bold, my mouth opening for him without a single thought in my head.

I was just a body against his, pliant and willing, letting him do whatever the fuck he wanted.

My arms hung loose around his neck before tightening their hold.

“Upstairs. Now,” he grunted into my mouth, the words more a command than a suggestion.

He hoisted me up like I weighed nothing, his big hands digging into the flesh of my thighs to keep me in place.

Flocked my ankles behind his back, my face burning where it was pressed into the crook of his neck.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one until I could get my mouth on his skin.

bit his collarbone, then sucked a mark lower down on his chest. I could feel the low rumble in his throat.

We never made it to the fucking bedroom.

He slammed me back against the cool glass wall of the hallway, his body a solid, immovable weight pinning me there.

The glass started to steam up from our heat.

His mouth was brutal on mine, his hands rough as they roamed all over my body, under the thin shirt, then tearing it off me.His touch was like a brand.

“So fucking perfect for me,” he snarled, his voice ragged.

He hitched my leg higher around his hip.

My head thumped back against the glass as his mouth started working on my neck, sucking so hard I knew it would leave a dark purple bruise.

“Sebastian. fuck!” I gasped, my nails clawing red lines down his shoulders.

The cool glass was a shock against my bare back, but the front of me was on fire everywhere he touched

He was everywhere, his hands, his mouth, his cock pressing insistently against my core through our clothes.

With a tow growl, he shifted just enough to free one hand, and I heard the tear of foil packet.

My breath hitched as he sheathed himself, the brief, practical interruption only heightening the desperate tension between us.

“Mine,” he growled against my damp skin, his eyes looking straight through me, something wild and possessive staring back.

He pushed inside and I came apart for him, completely.

It built and built until I couldn’t fucking take it anymore, my whole body shaking as I fell, and he followed right after with a final, deep thrust, his own release shuddering through him.

We just leaned there against that fogged-up wall, panting and spent.

The air was thick with the scent of us, of sex and sweat.

His forehead rested against mine, our ragged breaths mingling.

Then, his hands began to move again, slow and deliberate, tracing the curve of my waist, the swell of my hip.

The embers he’d left smoldering inside me ignited once more.

“Again,” he murmured, not a question but a statement, his mouth finding mine in a deep, languid kiss that promised another slow, delicious burn.

My body, still humming from the last climax, arched into his of its own volition, ready to be taken all over again.

I woke to birdsong.

Lifting my head with tousled hair, I saw lush green trees outside, sunlight streaming in, and fluffy white clouds drifting lazily overhead I was practically sprawled across Sebastian’s chest, using his arm as my pillow.

The sheets had slipped down to his waist, revealing his sculpted torso.

Carefully, I reached out with two fingers to pull the sheet up higher.

“Cold?” came his voice from above me.

I quickly tried to roll away. “Time to get up. Work awaits.”

Sebastian shifted from lying flat to his side, his arm wrapping around my waist again.

“Cecilia, it’s Sunday,” he reminded me, voice still gravelly with sleep.

I looked into his eyes and felt a flutter of nervousness. “Even on Sundays you have things to do.”

My entire body ached pleasantly-muscles sore in places I’d forgotten

I had Sebastian’s fingers combed through my hair. “I want to sleep a little longer.”

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