I know I am safe with him.

Without thinking, I press my lips against his, my upper lip over his and my bottom lip plunging between his. I’ve never taken control before. I have always been the one being controlled, and Sebastian is letting me lead the way.

That is power.

That is strength.

That is how I knew he was a good man because he easily and happily let me go at my own pace. He always has me in mind.

“I love the feel of your lips,” he says, teasing my mouth with his. “You don’t know how long I fucking waited to feel them.”

I slam my mouth against his, turned on by his words, wanting more, needing more of him. Our tongues share a dance, and his erection presses against me, long, hard, and thick, just like the rest of him. I gasp into his mouth when I give a rock of my hips against him, and he growls down my throat, one of warning, telling me I better stop.

So I rock again, because I won’t stop—not until he tells me not to.

My lips are hot, swollen, and tingling. His beard rubs the edges of my mouth raw, but it is a delicious anticipation and adds to the tango of seduction. My nipples are hard and rub against the thin material of his shirt. I wish it were his flesh, the hair on his chest teasing me instead. I whimper at the thought.

“Sebastian, please,” I beg against his lips, urging him to take me already. I am his, damn it. Why won’t he just take me? “I need you,” I whisper against his ear, dashing my tongue along the earlobe before I pepper open-mouthed kisses along the column of his neck. I suck a bit harder than I intend, but I need him to see that I am in the right mind. I am not this scared little girl who needs coddling.

What I need is to be treated like a woman who is fucking needy.

And I am desperately need for Sebastian.

My fingers tug on his soft, worn shirt. It feels like it has been washed too many times and no matter how good it feels rubbing against me, it would look better off. He has seen me naked, and it is only fair that I get to him in return.

That is fair, right?

“Gabriella,” his throat bobs as he speaks, tilting his neck back as I devours his skin. If I were a vampire, I’d sink my teeth in to get more of him, to be closer. It’s sick, delusional, and unhealthy to want someone like that.

I want to completely take over him.

“Fuck,” he snarls when I bite his collarbone, then I swipe my tongue over the abused skin. He jerks forward and drops us in the pool. The water is warmer than I expected. The crop top floats along the surface, and in one swift motion, he pulls it above my head and tosses the useless scrap to the other end of the pool.

It lands with a splash, somewhere.

Half my breasts are hidden under the water, while the other half are on display for him. His eyes lock on my chest, and he stalks forward, which makes me take a step away. My back hits the edge of the pool, and he cages me in with his arms, the biceps rolling with muscle as he flexes.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Gabriella.”

I lift his shirt over his head next and toss it away too. I rub my hands down

his torso, appreciating his beauty. He is all sculpted muscle and lean abs. His pecs are slightly puffed with firm strength, but not overly so where it looks to be too much.

He is divine.

“So are you.” I drop my hand to the button on his pants.

Water drips off his chin, his hair is black and soaked, shining like oil.

Anticipation is a dirty little nuisance in my veins, climbing lower in my body until I ache so much between my legs, I think I might explode. “Touch me,” I urge.

I start to put two and two together. Every time I ask him to do something, he does it. He is making sure this is what I want. I am still in control.

And that thought has me falling in love with him even more. I didn’t think it was possible, but impossible didn’t seem to be a word that exists when it comes to us.

He dips down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. While he gives attention with the heat of his mouth and the sharp nip of his teeth, his free hand moves to cut the other breast. The double stimulation has me gasping, and I toss my head back on a loud cry, staring up to the starless sky.

If only they were showing, then I’d thank them for having my wish come true. Sometimes having a little faith in what people don’t believe in is all someone needs to feel the tiniest bit of magic the world has to offer.

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