Chapter 402 Making out on the couch_Part 2

“Seb… is that you?” She asked, shrinking backward until he confirmed with a hum, and she relaxed. Sebastian belatedly realized she must have mistaken him for Nick, since the two of them shared a similar build and hair, with a handful of similarities in their features.

“It’s me, honey. You were having a nightmare.” He told her, reaching out to take the hand resting on top of her stomach. “Go back to sleep…” He whispered, kissing her earlobe as he began to stand, intending to bring her a blanket, but then she grabbed his hand.

“I saw my sister… Wave took me to her…” She said quietly. “And I felt at home where she was.” She told him in a very small voice.

“Where is that?” He asked, taking her hand back into his, wanting her to feel that he was her home, and that he was going to make that home safer soon.

Viola was quiet for a moment before she said, “The sea… Wave took me to her, and I finally got to hug her. She had… she had a tail, and looked like a mermaid, a very beautiful blue mermaid, but I couldn’t breathe for long, and Wave pulled me away from her, back to the surface. She didn’t look happy, and I wish I could be with her…” Her voice grew thick with emotion.

“It’s just a dream, honey. If your sister is a mermaid, you’d have inherited the ability to breathe underwater, and Wave would have actually met her. Don’t let it get to you.” Sebastian said, stroking her hand with his thumb and leaning down to kiss her cheek, but she turned and offered him her lips instead.

“Kiss me on the lips,” she whispered against his suspended mouth, pulling her hand free of his and wrapping it around his neck. She didn’t pull him down, waiting instead for him to take the step and kiss her, and when he hesitated, Viola felt hurt, slowly lowering her hand as it confirmed her suspicions and insecurities. He no longer wanted her after all.

That wasn’t the case, though. Sebastian knew he had somewhere to be in three minutes, and kissing her was a risk in itself, since he might lose himself entirely, but the moment he sensed her hurt, his lips fell onto hers, and he kissed her passionately, putting everything else aside and out of his mind.

He fit her hand back around his neck and braced his elbows on either side of her head against the couch, kissing her comfortably, showing her exactly how much he was dying for it, for her.

The kiss deepened the second their mouths opened for each other. Sebastian’s tongue slid against hers with a hunger that had been buried under blood and duty for too long, and Viola met it just as fiercely, her fingers digging into the back of his neck as if afraid he might still pull away.

The taste of her warm mouth, the familiar feeling of his bond sparkling under his skin, cut straight through the hollow emptiness that had been eating at him since the dungeon. He groaned into her mouth, a low, rough sound, and shifted his weight so his body pressed fully against hers on the narrow couch.

Her legs parted for him without hesitation. She bent her knees and drew them up along his sides, the denim of her jeans scraping against his hips, then higher still, until her thighs framed his waist and her calves locked across the small of his back.

The position opened her completely, the heat of her core pressing against the hard line of his groin through the layers of clothing, her jeans rubbing against him more as she arched up into him.

The movement told him everything, she was already wet, and he could smell her arousal so thick in the air that he couldn’t deny either of them this any longer. The same starved need that had been clawing at him since the moment he smelled her scent on that envelope stripped Sebastian of all control.

Sebastian’s hand dropped between them, his fingers working the button and zipper of her jeans with impatient tugs. He shoved the fabric down just far enough, taking her underwear with it, baring her from the waist to the tops of her thighs. His own trousers and briefs followed in the same rough motion, pushed only to mid-thigh so he could free himself.

He didn’t waste time, he didn’t have any to waste, even if he’d wanted to give her all the time in the world. One hand braced beside her head while the other shoved her t-shirt and bra up in a single motion, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the dark living room.

His mouth left hers only long enough to latch onto one peaked nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp and arch harder. The moment the head of his shaft found her entrance, slick and already wet, he pushed in deep, one smooth, claiming thrust.

Viola’s legs tightened around him, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs as she took every inch. The tight, wet heat of her wrapped around him as though it had been waiting for him, and Sebastian’s hips snapped forward again, burying himself to the hilt.

He kept his mouth on her breast, his tongue circling, sucking, while his body moved in hard, deep strokes that rocked the couch beneath them. No words. Only the liquid sound of him sliding in and out of her, the soft, broken noises she made against his hair, and the low, guttural sounds that tore from his throat every time her walls clenched around him.

He switched to her other breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth with the same relentless hunger, and drove into her faster.

Viola’s hands slid down his back beneath his black shirt, her nails scoring his skin as she lifted her hips to meet every thrust. The angle of her raised legs let him go deeper, and he took full advantage, grinding against her clit on every inward stroke until her body began to tremble beneath him.

Sebastian’s control frayed. The days without this, without her, made every sensation sharper, hotter. He drove into her harder, the slap of skin against skin filling the quiet room, his mouth never leaving her breast as he chased the tight, desperate pleasure coiling at the base of his spine.

Her inner muscles fluttered, then locked down around him. Viola’s head tipped back against the couch cushion, a silent cry parting her lips as she came, pulsing hot and rhythmic around him. The feel of her orgasm milking him pulled Sebastian over the edge with her. He thrust deep one last time and held there, spilling into her in heavy, pulsing waves, his mouth still sealed over her breast, sucking through the last shudders of her climax.

For long seconds, neither of them moved. Sebastian kept his face buried against her chest, breathing her in, still buried deep inside her as the aftershocks faded.

The urgency that had driven him here, the packless, the men waiting outside, the empire Nick was building, hovered at the edges of his mind again, but for this moment he stayed exactly where he was, wrapped in the only thing that still felt real, the only person that still mattered to him.