《》Chapter 8
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Tri had been here for two days now. We were getting along great but I saw in Sebastian's eyes he was a little jealous that Tri was occupying my company.
I walked into my- well Sebastian's room and found him staring out of his window with his hands behind his back.
Just as I closed the black wood door I was pushed back into his obsidian coloured wall.
"Mmm I'm hungry..." Sebastian breathed against my neck and licked a stripe up my vein. He had his hands on my waist holding me still in place. My hands were on his firm shoulders grabbing a hold of them tightly.
In a split second he sunk his teeth into my neck and I moaned quietly.
His hands flew to my thighs, lifting them around his waist as he sucked harder.
He spun around and carried me towards his king-sized bed. He laid me down, my legs still wrapped around him.
He started moaning.
I grabbed onto his dark locks and pulled. It felt too good that I didn't want him to stop but I knew he had to.
"D-Darcy you taste... so g-good," he stuttered as he continued sucking the blood from my body.
"Sebastian..... Stop p-please" I whispered more than commanded until he finally gave in.
When he pulled his head away I noticed there was blood all over his jaw.
"We need to get that cleaned off...." He whispered seductively and picked me up again, carrying me into the bathroom and switching on the shower.
He set me down and started ripping off my clothes along with his own.
Once we were both completely naked we stopped to examine each other's bodies. His muscles and pecks were so sculptured he looked like a god.
Spun me around and gently pushed me into the warm sprays of the water. I stood under it for a second when I felt lips kiss along my shoulder-blades, leaving a burning sensation once they left.
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He turned me to face him and looked at me with those deep red eyes. His left hand stroked my chin as he pulled it upwards so his lips could mold with my own.
He lifted my legs around his waist once more and I felt him penetrate me.
We both groaned when he started to move his hips. My nails were clawing at his upper back.
"Sebastian," I moaned aloud as he hit a special spot inside of me. "Mmmm...." He moaned but then started grunting as he picked up the pace.
I was in another world, I couldn't think straight and his hips continued to thrust up into me. I was close, and he knew it.
"Cum for me, Darcy," he breathed and pulled at my left earlobe. I moaned his name over and over as my climax hit me. More and more pleasure flowed through me as he kept going to reach his high.
He came hard into me and threw his head back while groaning my name.
Once we both calmed down he carried me bridal-style out of the bathroom and placed my soaked body onto the bed and under the sheets.
He came around and laid next to me, pulling me into his chest. "Sleep Darcy," he whispered and just like that I fell asleep.
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