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lifted her shirt up, exposing the creamy, smooth skin beneath, inch by inch. Pulling it over her head, her dark tresses surrounded her, creating another breathtaking image.
Bastian had no doubt that the picture before him would never leave his mind for as long as he lived. Their moments may be stolen ones between two people who could never truly be together, but at least he'd have the memories. Those alone would be enough. At least, he hoped so.
Bending forward, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, groaning as her hands dove into his hair, pulling at it while still pressing him closer, keeping him there. Not that he minded, because there was nowhere else he'd rather be right then. Moving to the other breast, he showed it the same attention, soaking up the little moans and whimpers she made. It was too much.
Sitting back again, he made quick work of his pants and hers before covering her body with his, loving the feel of their bare skin against each other’s. Pixie wrapped her legs around him again, guiding him to where she needed him most. He pushed forward, gritting his teeth at the feel of her warmth hugging him.
"You're so perfect," he said, pulling almost all the way out before pushing in slowly again. "So fucking perfect." Setting a quicker, harder pace, he moved over her, his head tilted down so he could watch where they connected.
"More," she begged, tossing her head from side to side.
Bastian pulled out, grabbing Pixie and flipping her over onto her stomach. Lifting her up so she rested on her knees, he entered her again from behind, sinking in deeper than before.
"Fuck," she whimpered.
He started the same grueling pace, his breath coming out harshly. "You're mine, Pixie." The words slipped out before he could stop them. And once they were, he strangely had no urge to take them back.
She shook her head no, but simply moaned in response. His hand came down to slap her ass, and then he gripped it firmly. She cried out, tossing her head back. The arch of her back, and that mane of hair slipping over her naked skin drove him wild. "You are mine, Pixie," he pressed. "Say it."
She shook her head again, but the words came anyway. "I'm yours," she said in a hoarse voice. She continued to chant it as he pumped into her until he felt her insides quiver and then tighten around him as she cried out. He followed not long after, his entire body stiffening almost painfully.
They dropped to the mattress, their breathing the only sound. They faced each other, neither saying a word. Then she did something he didn't expect. Pixie propped herself up on her elbows and leaned over, kissing him in a slow, sensual kiss that had his body wanting her again. When she pulled back, they simply looked at one another again, and he knew.
He knew whatever was between them was going to be ruined. And he'd be the one to ruin it. Because that's what Sebastian Black always did. He ruined the good, only bringing darkness to those around him. It was why his last name was so fitting, because that's exactly what he was, heart and soul.
Black.
CHAPTER EIGHT
He took her again, his body insatiable around her. She wasn’t complaining. Having Bastian moving over her, feeling him deep within her body, it was heady. Her body and mind felt completely content being there, even though she'd pumped herself up the entire time she'd waited for him, coming up with all kinds of excuses.
And yet, when he had appeared and looked at her like he was two seconds away from devouring her, all the lame reasoning she'd created had flown right out of her head. That's what Bastian did to her, made her forget everything and just see him.
It was probably for the best anyway, considering she really didn't have a good excuse for why she had decided to attack the other woman. She felt like an idiot because of it. Not that she wouldn't do it again, because she would. And that truth scared her.
Stretching like a lazy cat after a long nap, she looked up at
Bastian had no doubt that the picture before him would never leave his mind for as long as he lived. Their moments may be stolen ones between two people who could never truly be together, but at least he'd have the memories. Those alone would be enough. At least, he hoped so.
Bending forward, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, groaning as her hands dove into his hair, pulling at it while still pressing him closer, keeping him there. Not that he minded, because there was nowhere else he'd rather be right then. Moving to the other breast, he showed it the same attention, soaking up the little moans and whimpers she made. It was too much.
Sitting back again, he made quick work of his pants and hers before covering her body with his, loving the feel of their bare skin against each other’s. Pixie wrapped her legs around him again, guiding him to where she needed him most. He pushed forward, gritting his teeth at the feel of her warmth hugging him.
"You're so perfect," he said, pulling almost all the way out before pushing in slowly again. "So fucking perfect." Setting a quicker, harder pace, he moved over her, his head tilted down so he could watch where they connected.
"More," she begged, tossing her head from side to side.
Bastian pulled out, grabbing Pixie and flipping her over onto her stomach. Lifting her up so she rested on her knees, he entered her again from behind, sinking in deeper than before.
"Fuck," she whimpered.
He started the same grueling pace, his breath coming out harshly. "You're mine, Pixie." The words slipped out before he could stop them. And once they were, he strangely had no urge to take them back.
She shook her head no, but simply moaned in response. His hand came down to slap her ass, and then he gripped it firmly. She cried out, tossing her head back. The arch of her back, and that mane of hair slipping over her naked skin drove him wild. "You are mine, Pixie," he pressed. "Say it."
She shook her head again, but the words came anyway. "I'm yours," she said in a hoarse voice. She continued to chant it as he pumped into her until he felt her insides quiver and then tighten around him as she cried out. He followed not long after, his entire body stiffening almost painfully.
They dropped to the mattress, their breathing the only sound. They faced each other, neither saying a word. Then she did something he didn't expect. Pixie propped herself up on her elbows and leaned over, kissing him in a slow, sensual kiss that had his body wanting her again. When she pulled back, they simply looked at one another again, and he knew.
He knew whatever was between them was going to be ruined. And he'd be the one to ruin it. Because that's what Sebastian Black always did. He ruined the good, only bringing darkness to those around him. It was why his last name was so fitting, because that's exactly what he was, heart and soul.
Black.
CHAPTER EIGHT
He took her again, his body insatiable around her. She wasn’t complaining. Having Bastian moving over her, feeling him deep within her body, it was heady. Her body and mind felt completely content being there, even though she'd pumped herself up the entire time she'd waited for him, coming up with all kinds of excuses.
And yet, when he had appeared and looked at her like he was two seconds away from devouring her, all the lame reasoning she'd created had flown right out of her head. That's what Bastian did to her, made her forget everything and just see him.
It was probably for the best anyway, considering she really didn't have a good excuse for why she had decided to attack the other woman. She felt like an idiot because of it. Not that she wouldn't do it again, because she would. And that truth scared her.
Stretching like a lazy cat after a long nap, she looked up at
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