I can feel the wetness flooded from me—I’m so soaked.
He breaks the kiss, then he kisses my jaw all the way down to my throat. He sucks my neck and makes sure to leave hickies. When he bites my earlobe and runs his tongue down to my collarbone, I moan and throw my head back to give him access, but then he stops.
Crap. Did I do something wrong?
“Baby, we should probably stop. I don’t want you to==“ I don’t let him finish. I kiss him slowly, and we’re back to kissing like two starve people.
“Sebastian, take me to your bed. Now.”
“Are you sure?” He sounds unsure.
“If you’ll not carry me to your bed right now, I will go—” He kisses me to stop. “Don’t say that again. You are mine. No one else’s.”
When he’s carrying me to his bedroom, I kiss and suck his neck, and he groans. I smile and b
