Edge of Obsession (SKALS 3)

“You’re still going to punish me, aren’t you?” she whispered.

He weighed her words carefully before shaking his head. “Yes, darling. I’m afraid your friend caused me an immeasurable amount of trouble and suffering,” he murmured, snaring the hem of her t-shirt in his hands and yanking it out of his way. “Fair or not, you are going to be the one to pay that price.”

Her breath caught as he captured a dusky nipple between his teeth. Slowly, he bit down and tugged until her back arched and he wrung a pleading whimper from her lips. His eyes locked with hers. Snaring her wrists, Sebastian pinned them above her head as he ground his body against hers.

“No touching,” he warned, his voice coming in a low growl. “You are going to take what I give you, Taylor. No more. No less.”

Panic and desperation played across her delicate face. The challenge wasn’t one she was sure she could take, and he did not intend to make it easy. A cruel smile threatened. Lowering his head, he sucked her other nipple into a stiff peak and nipped until Taylor writhed beneath him, her keening whimper begging for relief.

“These will always be mine,” he stated, tracing a finger over each perfect mound.

The room echoed with her soft pants as he kissed a languid path between her breasts. He could almost feel her overwhelming need to bury her fists in his hair. Fighting a smile, he pressed hot, lingering kisses against her belly. Raw pleading shone in her eyes as he hooked her legs over his shoulders and held her gaze.

“This too,” he whispered, dipping his head.

Dragging his tongue over her clit, he held it there, relishing the way the small nub pulsed against him. Her hips jerked in silent demand. Pinning them to the bed, Sebastian sealed his mouth against her with a low rumble. He felt the vibrations hum through her and play beneath his hands. Her imploring pleas flooded the room as Taylor thrashed her head and fisted the sheets in desperation. The sweet sounds combined with the intoxicating smell of her skin were enough to drive him mad. Groaning, he speared his tongue deep. The honeyed taste she offered was heaven. A low rumble rolled through his chest as he plunged his tongue harder and faster, determined to drive her to the brink.

“S-Seb…”

He stiffened as one of her warm palms braced against his arm. She realized her mistake, but it was too late. Frowning, Sebastian pried his mouth away and crawled back up the front of her.

“Was I not clear in my orders, Taylor?”

“You were.”

He nodded and cocked his head. “So you chose to disobey me?”

“No! I just…I…”

“Shh,” he said, laying a forefinger against her lips. “I will fix this.”

Taylor sat up, tracking his movements as he rolled off the side of the bed. Her throat bobbed as he returned from the darkened shadows of their walk-in closet with twin leather straps clutched in his hand. He could almost see the questions and refusal brewing in her eyes.

“Lay down. Hands above your head,” he commanded in a stiff rasp.

Confusion stamped Taylor’s face. A tremble ran through her and gaze remained riveted on the belts in his hand but, somehow, she forced herself to comply. A startled cry escaped her as he sprung, grabbed her hands, and wrapped the belts around them in a forceful flurry. Cinching the straps tight, he secured her wrists and tethered the loose ends to the thick wooden posters of their bed. Fear mingled with the curiosity in her eyes as she tested the restraints.

“Certain concessions need to be made given your condition, darling,” he stated, drawing a light outline over her breast. “But you will still obey me. Who knows? You might come to love my belt yet.”

Running his palms over her body, he reveled in the way she bowed beneath his touch. A groan welled within him watching her delicious body arch in search of more. Rocking back on his heels, Sebastian eased a thick digit inside her. The flames of desire burned hotter as he watched the pleasure play across her face. Thrusting into her heat, he pinned her hips with his other hand and rubbed lazy circles across her clit with his thumb.

“Sebby…”

“Hold it.”

Sinking her teeth into the delicious swell of her lower lip, Taylor closed her eyes and struggled to comply. Her body tightened and he had to fight not to bury himself inside her as a low shudder wound through her core. Stilling, he gave them both a chance to breathe. Her relief was short lived as he splayed against the mattress and lowered his head between her thighs. The first dart of his tongue caused her to snap off the bed. Gripping her hips with bruising force, he plied her without mercy, licking and sucking until her cries turned to a desperate scream.

The frantic pleading in her eyes was more than he could bear. Crawling up her shaking body, he plied her skin with slow kisses along the way. Her chest crashed against his as Sebastian braced his arms on either side of her head. He brushed his lips across hers before claiming them with deliberate hunger. Her legs wound around his waist, trying to urge him down, as his tongue slid across hers in a teasing sweep. His body responded with a forceful throb, heightening his need. It took every ounce of self-control he had to hold back.

“So eager,” he whispered, nuzzling the warm pulse behind her ear. “But you seem to have forgotten this isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about mine.”

“Please, Sebastian. I want…I need you…” she begged.

“Mmm. I know,” he murmured, prying her legs away. “That is the point. Suffer, sweetheart.”

She sobbed as he slid a hand between them and ground his fingers against her swollen clit.

“I c-can’t hold it.”

“You can and you will or I am going to leave my calling card on your ass and start all over again.”

Taylor trembled. A fine sheen of sweat erupted across her skin. Whimpering, she strained against the thick straps as he worked her body with slow, sensual strokes. Pushing a finger inside her again, he thrust hard and deep. Her gaze snapped to his and he stilled. The needful ache branching through his own flesh was well past the point of unbearable. Snarling, he leaned over her and crushed his mouth against hers.

“On second thought, you’ve already warranted that much,” he rasped, untying the straps from the bed with a rough yank.

He flipped her over and hauled her hips back, jerking her up on her hands and knees.

“Don’t move and don’t you dare come,” he growled.

Driving two fingers deep inside her, he brought his other hand down on one of the pale upturned globes. Taylor yelped as the sharp, openhanded crack echoed through the room. Groaning low in his throat, he alternated blows, keeping them hard but steady, as he continued to pump his fingers inside her. It was a beautiful sight watching her border between pleasure and pain. Feeling her tighten, he stilled and withdrew. A slight smile curved his lips as Sebastian admired the bright pink lines of his handiwork on her butt. Rubbing his hands over the raised lattice, he reignited the dull flames and wrung a hoarse plea from his lover.

Unable to hold back anymore, he rolled onto his back and used the loose end of the belt strap to pull Taylor up over him. Her eyes searched his uncertainly. Frustrated, he snared her hips and impaled her in one hard, fluid plunge. Her mouth parted in a breathless gasp that mirrored his own ragged exhale. The bliss of finally sinking into her heat was beyond exquisite.

Sebastian fought to maintain his composure as he slowly pumped up into the trembling beauty. Nothing else came close to the joy of being inside her. His breath came in ragged spurts as he felt Taylor’s body quicken. A rosy flush settled across her cheeks and the perfect swells of her breasts as they bounced above him. Lifting her up just a bit, he speared faster, driving himself all the way home with each thrust. Her short broken cries filled his ears. Gritting his teeth, he struggled for self-control, reminding himself that she was carrying his child. That, combined with the sight of his body pumping in and out of her, sent him tumbling over the edge.

His roar bounced unchecked off the walls. Grinding her down, Sebastian arched

his hips off the mattress and rocked her against him until she screamed her release. The powerful contractions shuddered around him, massaging his over sensitized shaft. It was too much. The intensity robbed him of anything but a breathless cry. Fighting to keep her seated, he made Taylor keep coming as she bucked and writhed helplessly in his grasp.

She eventually stilled, unable to give any more. The sight was one he didn’t think he’d ever forget. Drained, Sebastian collapsed and hauled her down beside him. His hands shook as he freed Taylor’s and tossed the thick leather straps aside. Pulling her close, he brushed the damp hair away from her face and kissed her glistening brow.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

He could feel her smile long before it shone through the crisp moonlight bathing the room.

“What if I said no?”

His shoulders jerked with silent laughter. “I might call you a liar and start all over again,” he warned.

A violent yawn stretched her jaw as she snuggled closer and stroked an appreciative hand over the hard swell of his chest. “I’m fine, Sebby. Just tired.”

“Good,” he murmured, tipping her face up to his to steal a lingering kiss. “Get some rest, sweetheart. I love you.”