Chapter 289

My lips traced a slow, deliberate path down her chest, savoring every inch of her skin before my tongue flicked over her perfect pink nipples. A sharp gasp escaped her, and I couldn’t resist—I nipped lightly, tugging one into my mouth until she whimpered. But it wasn’t pain in her voice. No, she was drowning in pleasure, and I intended to push her deeper.

A low growl rumbled in my chest as I lavished attention on her breasts before claiming her mouth again. She kissed me like she was starved for it, like I was the only thing keeping her alive. Her teeth caught my lower lip, sucking it between hers as if it were the sweetest candy.

Her fingers trailed down my back, nails scraping lightly before settling at the waistband of my sweatpants.

I knew exactly what she wanted.

In one swift motion, I shoved them down, freeing myself for her touch. Her small hands wrapped around me, stroking in time with our feverish kisses. Every pull of her fingers made me harder, my cock twitching in her palm.

This woman would be the death of me.

I devoured her lips, leaving them swollen and bruised, marking her as mine.

"Sebastian..." she whispered, her voice thick with need as she squirmed beneath me. Her grip tightened, trying to guide me where she wanted me most. "I need you."

A smirk curled my lips as I dragged my mouth along her neck, inhaling her scent—warm, intoxicating. "Tell me you won’t let him touch you," I growled against her skin. "Any of them."

She didn’t need to ask who I meant. I’d seen the way Tristan kissed her hand, the way Alpha Maximilian’s fingers lingered on the small of her back.

It had taken everything in me not to rip their throats out.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark with desire. "What?" she breathed, brows knitting together.

I kissed the crease between them, soothing it away.

"I’m the only one allowed to touch you," I murmured, my voice rough.

I lined myself up at her entrance, poised to push inside—but I needed to hear it. Needed her to say the words, to confirm that her body belonged to me and no one else. Not Tristan. Not Maximilian.

No one.

"Repeat it," I ordered, pinning her firmly beneath me.

She bit my lip playfully, a smirk of her own curling her mouth. "You’re the only one allowed to touch me, Sebastian," she whispered.

That was all I needed.

I thrust into her in one deep stroke, filling her completely. She gasped, arching beneath me, but then her body relaxed, melting into the pleasure. Her head fell back, my name spilling from her lips in a breathless moan.

God, I loved hearing her say it.

"Again," I demanded, gripping her hips as I moved. "Say my name."

"Sebastian..." Her voice was ragged, desperate. "Oh—yes, Sebastian. Don’t stop—"

I hauled her up, flipping her onto my lap as she straddled me. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I kissed her, rocking her against me. My lips found her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot beneath her ear until she trembled.

"Say it again," I growled.

"Sebastian..." Her voice was wrecked.

I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming her body, leaving marks I knew would fade by morning. She didn’t care—she only tightened around me, urging me deeper.

I felt my release building, her walls fluttering around me as she came undone. Her legs locked around my waist, her body shuddering as she fell over the edge. I followed right after, spilling into her with a groan.

We didn’t stop there.

By the time exhaustion claimed us, the sheets were tangled, and the room smelled of nothing but us.

When morning came, Lillian was gone.