Frayed Obsession (The Frayed Trilogy 1)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sebastian

While letting her accommodate me, I still inside her because if I move right now, I’m going to lose it.

Grace stares up at me, her eyes full of trust and swirling with desire. Her wet heat feels incredible around my bare cock, and it jerks inside her.

Shit, what am I thinking?

I never have sex without a condom.Ever.But for some reason, I can’t deny her this. She might have contraception, and even though my blood burns knowing why she does, it isn’t foolproof.

Grace rolls her hips against me, and I groan.

“Sebastian,” she moans, writhing beneath me, and I can’t hold it any longer.

I start to thrust into her with long, gentle strokes, and she arches against me, her breasts pressing into my chest. Dipping down, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on the hard bud, and Grace cries out, digging her fingers into my back while meeting each one of my thrusts.

I let go of her nipple only to go straight for the other one, paying it the same attention. Then, I move to her neck, the salt of her sweat melts on my tongue, and my hand squeezes her thigh, pushing her leg higher up the bed, allowing me to go even deeper.

“Fuck,” I let out on a groan.

Her eyes are closed again, and the last thing I want is for her to go back to the dark fucking place in her head. I need to know this is what she wants. “Look at me.”

Grace’s eyes flutter open, and I lose myself in the deep blue depths.

“I need more,” she breathes.

“I don’t want to hurt you—”

“You won’t,” she says, an urgency in her voice, then she leans up to kiss me.

Squeezing her inner walls around me, she moans into my mouth, and I lose any control I had left, moving faster and harder until I’m slamming into her.

I move my hand to her clit, circling the swollen bud.

“Oh my God!” she cries, bucking her hips.

Ripping my lips from hers, I stare into her eyes as she comes undone beneath me.

“I love you, Sebastian,” she breathes, clamping down on me.

What?

My release slams into me without warning, powerful and all-consuming. I drop my forehead to hers, groaning as I empty myself into her.

Her pussy spasms around me with aftershocks from her orgasm, drawing even more out of my spent cock, and I shudder above her.

My forehead is still pressed to hers as I come down from one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I stroke her cheek with my thumb.

“Are you okay?” I ask

She nods, but it’s not enough. Not after everything she told me. “I need you to say it.”

“I’m okay. More than okay,” she says, releasing a sigh.

“Are you sure? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m sure, Sebastian. You didn’t hurt me.”