Wrapped in his sheets

EUPHORIA

Sebastian's POV

His arms roamed around my body, and finally wrapped around my neck. I spun him around to have him straddling me.

The kiss that had started off as a gentle lip lock had now turned into a full blown make out session.

I bit his lips, to gain entry, which he was deliberately denying me. My hands roamed on his back, slowly gliding down. I grabbed his hips roughly, earning myself a gasp as well as an entry.

I spun us once again, and gently laid him down. I slowly brought up my knee to his pant clad crotch. I rubbed my knees against him, eliciting a moan from him. That alone had me harder than I had ever been.

It was almost painful.

I slowly unbuckled his pants, and dragged them down. Not liking me clothed, he tore open my shirt and urged me to get rid of my pants.

At times I forget that my mate is a beast, with a soft side only for me.

Within a matter of seconds, we were completely bare, except for our boxers.

He tugged at the band of my boxers, getting impatient. I let him have some control and relax back.

He immediately spun us around.

He pulled back from our kiss, leaving me wanting more. He trailed down my neck, with feather like kisses, and stopped just before his mark.

His warm breath on the mark, sent shivers down my whole body.

Before I could take back control, he latched his mouth on his mark, sucking and nibbling on it.

Euphoria.

It felt like I had died and gone to heaven. A sound foreign to my mouth, escaped my mouth. It was like a low guttural moan.

His hands glided down, and tugged off my boxers. My d**k standing up straight.

A look of hunger passed through his eyes as he took in all of my eight inches. He slowly dived down and attached his lips to the base. His tongue gliding up my shaft. He took in my head first, slowly sucking on it, like a child deprived of candy.

His head bobbled up and down as my hand snaked through his hair. Low grunts, were occasionally released, totally out of my control.

Just as I was about to have my release, he let go with a pop, and met my eyes.

His face flushed. His lips wet and still swollen from the kiss earlier. He looked nothing less than a Greek God.

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