opened up and came in his mouth. With her body still shuddering, she climbed off his face and readied to take his cock inside her body again.
“Michelle.” Her sexy growls turned to howls of frustration but he had to keep her at bay. Her body temperature had spiked. He raised himself up and held her chin in his hand. “Look at me.”
She turned her eyes on him.
“It’s me, and it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed her tenderly, slowly, deeply. He touched her with light strokes and soft caresses, in direct contrast to her heated and pulsing body.
He hated that she thought he had deliberately chosen Catherine Simmers over her. That night in his room, if he had to choose between her in a thong and a grizzly bear, he’d have chosen the bear—Catherine was an empty decoy, nothing else. He was desperate to let Michelle grow up first before he took her. He didn’t trust himself around her when she was still so young. Not when she always left his brain in a melted mess, his body on fire for her the instant she transformed from young girl into young woman. But it went beyond a hard-on, deeper than sex. It veered into something else altogether and it scared him.
But now her fiery passion spiked high through that cool veneer of hers. Now he knew it surpassed any spell. She proved more in her kiss to him than she ever had in her whole life and confirmed that what feelings he had for her, she did return. The spell was right. He exhaled as a flood of satisfaction washed over him.
She had always been the one.
Human contact startled Michelle. Her eyes snapped open to the vision of a man. Somehow he’d reversed his position from being nailed to the bed with her pussy in his face to her being cradled in his lap. His fingers splayed across her spine. His breath echoed against her hair
Yet only two elements existed in her mind. Her need and the prey satisfying that need. A part of her hated the transcendence into the otherworld, hated that feeling of isolation, as if she kept missing a vital link.
The one that made her feel human.
“Glitterbug.” Strong hands rounded her hips, taking her lips softly into his mouth. She knew him. Those eyes. That familiar scent. He penetrated the little vestiges of her human subconscious and made himself known.
“Sebastian.” Her voice sounded strange to her ears, unnatural, forced, hollow, but the endearing tugs in her heart spotlighted a different reality.
He was the human link.
She loved him.
She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. While everything else around her merged into one chaotic stream of thoughts and uncertainties, she knew she trusted him without question. Her fingers glided into his nape. She closed her eyes as his warm, silky hair cascaded over her knuckles, tantalizing her raw nerves. He grew out of her earliest memories of life. Always in her thoughts. Did she really believe she had gotten over loving him?
She licked his face, inhaling his fragrance, wanting to get closer, wanting him to share in her feral hunt. She never realized how much she needed him to be a part of her. The irrepressible gears feeding her hunger for lust slackened. His gentle touch reached her most tumultuous level.
He mattered.
And that’s when he surprised her and she was too lulled to react otherwise.
He lowered her to the bed and exited her body before she drew her next breath. He turned her around until they both knelt, her back to his chest. His lips seared her neck, his fingers crept under her t-shirt, lifting the fabric off her body and flinging it to the floor, followed by her skirt. He unclasped her bra and exposed her breasts.
All her nerves tingled as Sebastian spread her legs farther apart with his knee. He nuzzled her neck, his chest hard on her back as one hand cupped her breast while the other coasted down her abdomen. His fingers penetrated her folds.
Her heart thundered in her chest. His broad thumb spanned her clit, two of his thick fingers
“Michelle.” Her sexy growls turned to howls of frustration but he had to keep her at bay. Her body temperature had spiked. He raised himself up and held her chin in his hand. “Look at me.”
She turned her eyes on him.
“It’s me, and it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed her tenderly, slowly, deeply. He touched her with light strokes and soft caresses, in direct contrast to her heated and pulsing body.
He hated that she thought he had deliberately chosen Catherine Simmers over her. That night in his room, if he had to choose between her in a thong and a grizzly bear, he’d have chosen the bear—Catherine was an empty decoy, nothing else. He was desperate to let Michelle grow up first before he took her. He didn’t trust himself around her when she was still so young. Not when she always left his brain in a melted mess, his body on fire for her the instant she transformed from young girl into young woman. But it went beyond a hard-on, deeper than sex. It veered into something else altogether and it scared him.
But now her fiery passion spiked high through that cool veneer of hers. Now he knew it surpassed any spell. She proved more in her kiss to him than she ever had in her whole life and confirmed that what feelings he had for her, she did return. The spell was right. He exhaled as a flood of satisfaction washed over him.
She had always been the one.
Human contact startled Michelle. Her eyes snapped open to the vision of a man. Somehow he’d reversed his position from being nailed to the bed with her pussy in his face to her being cradled in his lap. His fingers splayed across her spine. His breath echoed against her hair
Yet only two elements existed in her mind. Her need and the prey satisfying that need. A part of her hated the transcendence into the otherworld, hated that feeling of isolation, as if she kept missing a vital link.
The one that made her feel human.
“Glitterbug.” Strong hands rounded her hips, taking her lips softly into his mouth. She knew him. Those eyes. That familiar scent. He penetrated the little vestiges of her human subconscious and made himself known.
“Sebastian.” Her voice sounded strange to her ears, unnatural, forced, hollow, but the endearing tugs in her heart spotlighted a different reality.
He was the human link.
She loved him.
She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. While everything else around her merged into one chaotic stream of thoughts and uncertainties, she knew she trusted him without question. Her fingers glided into his nape. She closed her eyes as his warm, silky hair cascaded over her knuckles, tantalizing her raw nerves. He grew out of her earliest memories of life. Always in her thoughts. Did she really believe she had gotten over loving him?
She licked his face, inhaling his fragrance, wanting to get closer, wanting him to share in her feral hunt. She never realized how much she needed him to be a part of her. The irrepressible gears feeding her hunger for lust slackened. His gentle touch reached her most tumultuous level.
He mattered.
And that’s when he surprised her and she was too lulled to react otherwise.
He lowered her to the bed and exited her body before she drew her next breath. He turned her around until they both knelt, her back to his chest. His lips seared her neck, his fingers crept under her t-shirt, lifting the fabric off her body and flinging it to the floor, followed by her skirt. He unclasped her bra and exposed her breasts.
All her nerves tingled as Sebastian spread her legs farther apart with his knee. He nuzzled her neck, his chest hard on her back as one hand cupped her breast while the other coasted down her abdomen. His fingers penetrated her folds.
Her heart thundered in her chest. His broad thumb spanned her clit, two of his thick fingers
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