Cecilia's pov
My suggestion hung between us, and I watched as Sebastian's eyes shifted--from intense to something darker, hungrier. Almost feral.
His Adam's apple bobbed in a slow, deliberate swallow that seemed to echo in the sudden silence. He didn't speak, didn't warn me--his hand came to my face, fingers pressing against my jaw as his mouth crashed onto mine.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was possession. His lips were hot, almost hard, moving over mine with a desperation that stole my breath.
He kissed me like a man starved, and I... I dissolved. Thought fled.
My knees buckled, and when he pulled away, I swayed, unmoored.
He didn't let me fall. In one fluid motion, he lifted me into his arms and carried me toward the bedroom, his silence more potent than any words.
In the bathroom
