I was about to slowly lower myself in when, faster than I could anticipate, Sebastian stood to his full height, gripped my waist, and yanked me forward.
I became off-balance and fell, but he had a firm grip on me as we both crashed back into the water.
We were submerged instantly, and I opened my eyes to see him already staring at me. His hands cupped either side of my face, and he pulled me in and slammed his mouth onto mine. He plunged his tongue past the seam of my lips and forced me to take the kiss.
I could have moaned in pleasure from that dominance alone.
He slowly thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth, mimicking the act I desperately wanted him to do to me, the experience I wanted to have for the very first time.
For long drugging moments we just kissed and kissed and kissed some more until he pulled us to the surface and our lips parted. I sucked in a lungful of air, but that’s all he gave me before his mouth was right back on mine.
He used his body to move us toward the edge of the pool, and I curled my hands around his shoulders, holding him tightly.
“Touch me,” he demanded, and I bit my bottom lip, which drew his focus. “Fucking touch me before I do something you won’t be ready for.”
I blinked back into focus, or tried to, but this hazy fog was blinding me so nothing else mattered than doing what he said. Because I’d surely die if I didn’t.
“And what won’t I be ready for?” Had I said that out loud?
He moved closer until only an inch separated our bodies.
“All the dark, fucking depraved things I want desperately to do to your body, Ada.”
There I went again, biting my damn lip hard enough the skin broke like the last time and the coppery tang of blood covered the tip of my tongue.
“Hmmm,” he hummed and reached out, smoothing his thumb over the corner of my mouth so the blood no doubt smeared across my cheek.
“Sebastian,” I whispered and watched enraptured as he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked the blood off while staring into my eyes.
“Depraved things, baby. Things that would scare the fuck out of you,” he said around his thumb. I knew there couldn’t be any more blood on the pad, but he kept sucking on it as if he wished there was.
“Like what?” My chest was now pressed to his.
He gave the digit one more lick, really dragging his tongue along it in a show of lewd enjoyment. “Things like licking you from your mouth to your toes as I drag my claws along your exposed skin and break open that porcelain flesh.”
Breathing was becoming harder the more he spoke.
“Then I’d drag my tongue up those scratches, lapping at that blood because it’s what I need to survive and you taste so fucking sweet.”
He reached out and curved his palm around my throat and added pressure. The truth was I liked the threat of my air getting cut off in this erotic way.
“Or how I want to push into your tight little pussy until I’m balls-deep, wrap my hand around your throat, and slowly squeeze until you can barely breathe but don’t want me to stop fucking you.”
I closed my eyes just as he added a bit more pressure. Gods, why did it feel so good to hear him say these things?
“Or what about making you kneel in front of me, sweetheart?” I opened my eyes and blinked rapidly to clear my fuzzy view, my desire making me feel almost drunk.
“And then what?” I was a masochist for this erotic torture his words caused within me.
He bent forward and leaned in so close his mouth was almost touching mine again as he spoke. “I’ll make you take every single thick inch of my cock until it hits the back of your throat and you gag.”
We were both panting hard and heavy, and all I wanted to do was kiss him again and let my mate finally fuck me.
When he pulled away too soon, I was left feeling bereft and chilled. He stared at me, his shoulders rising and falling as it was clear he tried to garner his self-control.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
I did so instantly, let my head fall back, and closed my eyes at the feel of his hard cock nestled right between my slit.
“How ready are you for me?”
“So ready,” I moaned, realizing I said those words so easily. So, so easily.
He thrust his hips forward, grinding all that huge male flesh against me. Sparks of ecstasy consumed me, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, hearing him hiss.
“That’s it, my sweet girl. Mark me up just like I’m going to mark you.”