Evelyn's p.o.v.
For these few moments, everything stilled, even the time seems to stop as our lips and heart and breaths moves in sync.
But it doesn’t last long. My selfishness and my need for him take over. My core starts leaking and it becomes hard to remember I’m only meant to comfort him, to give, not to take. But I'm greedy, I wanted more.
I rotate my hips, searching for that magical friction against the ridged planes of his body. Then I feel it—his erection against my upper tummy. It’s huge. Hard. A heated rod. It’s alive, and when I move against it, I feel it throb.
A tortured groan rips out of his chest. Sebastian tears his mouth away from me and even my soul mourns the loss. We stare at each other, gasping for breath. I’m still clung around him and his c**k is still nestled
