Cecilia's pov
Sebastian's wet lips trailed a hungry path from the small of my back up to my ear, leaving fire in their wake, his tongue a hot, wicked stripe against my sensitive skin.
His grip was iron, unyielding, as I struggled beneath him.
He was devouring me like a starving wolf who'd found prey after weeks of hunting.
No matter how I protested, his hands continued their relentless exploration, my dress practically hanging in tatters as he tried peeling it away.
I twisted beneath him, panic rising fast. "Sebastian, stop...this isn't you."
But he didn't even blink. His pupils were blown wide, as if he couldn't hear me at all.
His knee forced its way between my thighs, the rough fabric of his tailored pants a brutal friction against the thin silk of my panties.
I could feel the h
