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I peeled back the edge with trembling nails.
The cold latex slipped out, smooth and tight When the climax hit, it crashed over us in waves-simultaneous, shattering.
Sebastian buried his face in my neck, growling my name as he spilled into me, his muscles taut and trembling.
I clung to him, my heart racing, breath ragged.
I thought it was over, but then his lips found mine again, softer this time, and his voice rumbled against my skin.
“One more time.”
And I let him take me again. Harder this time. Faster.
Again and again, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
The pressure behind my eyes faded, colors bleeding into one another at the edges of my vision.
I must have blacked out for a moment, because the next thing I registered was Sebastian’s voice-low and coaxing, calling me back.
“One more time.”
I woke up tangled in his arms, my face warm and damp, eyelids heavy.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across his chest.
He was still half-curled around me, breathing steady, asleep.
I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek.
Everything felt… right.
Until his hands started roaming.
From the corner of my mouth, down my neck, along my collarbone, tracing the curve of my waist.
His palm stayed pressed against my skin, reluctant to pull away.
I pulled back to look at his face.
His eyes were still closed.
“You awake?”
“No,” he said.
“Liar. What time is it?”
“Two in the afternoon.”
“What?” I sat up, slapped his hand away.
“Anything hurting?”
“Ow!”
“Just sore. And keep your hands to yourself.” My skin smelled clean.
“Did you give me a bath?”
He nodded, kissed my cheek.
“Let’s have another. This time with you awake.”
“Nope.” I tried to shuffle out of bed, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate.
His hands landed on my waist again.
“Sore? I’ll give it a tub.”
It helped a little. The way his hands stroked, kneaded, and rolled felt like he’d studied massage somewhere.
The pressure soothed some of the tension.
But then his hands strayed, fingers teasing beyond comfort.
I caught his wrist before it went any further.
“I’m starving. Can we eat?”
“Sure.” Sebastian let go, still grinning.
I shot him a look, shoved the sheets down, and realized I was naked.
I yanked the blanket back over my chest.
“Can you grab me a nightdress or something?”
He chuckled under his breath.
“Yeah.”
He threw the covers off and stood.
I saw everything. Broad shoulders. Muscled thighs.
He strolled to the wardrobe as if he wasn’t completely naked, slid the door open, picked through the hangers, then turned and came back without covering a single inch of himself.
I tried not to stare.
“Here.” He stopped at the edge of the bed, holding up one of my silk slips, arm stretched full length, completely out of reach.
I threw off the duvet and stood, snatched the nightdress from his hand, and tugged it on without bothering to turn away.
This time, he stared.
He took a step forward.
I yanked the hem down, jumped off the bed, and announced, “I’m getting food.”
My foot landed on a crumpled blouse.
My knee wobbled.
I nearly went face-first into the nightstand.
Sebastian reached out fast.
I dodged faster.
“I’ve got it. Don’t touch me.”
One more brush of skin and I knew I’d be back in that bed with him.
“I’ll have someone bring food up,” he said.
“Just eat in here.”
“Nope. I’m eating downstairs.”
If food showed up in my room, the entire damn household would know I couldn’t walk straight.
I wasn’t giving anyone that satisfaction.
I didn’t care if I had to limp across the marble floor or use my hands.
The soreness wasn’t that bad anyway, just a slow throb deep in my thighs. Manageable.
After I came out of the bathroom, Sebastian was dressed.
Downstairs, I sat at the far end of the dining table, keeping my back straight and my movements measured.
Across from me, Sebastian leaned on one elbow, watching me.
“You not eating?” I asked without looking up.
“Or are you planning to just stare at me the whole time?”
“Not hungry.” He added, “Slow down. No one’s taking it from you.”
I abandoned the spoon, lifted the soup bowl, drank half, then put it down and pressed a hand to my stomach.
“I’m full.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“So you’ve got your strength back, then?”
“Of course-“The words caught in my throat. I nearly bit my tongue.
I looked up.
He smiled.
“Good. Time to pick up where we left off last night.”
“I wasn’t aware it was a marathon.” I shot to my feet.
“Im going to the studio.”
“It’s your day off. And it’s nearly three.”
“I don’t care. I’m going anyway.”