Their eyes met in the mirror as he unbuttoned another two and each pop could be heard. He moved directly behind her and his hands moved her hips so that she was directly in front of him. She placed her hands on the small vanity table to steady herself. Suddenly his mouth touched her neck as he undid another button.
She trembled. “Bash.”
“Yes?”
“I can do them,” she said softly.
“I suppose you could. But it wouldn’t be this fun.”
Another button and then another, and each time he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and then to the side of her neck, causing goose bumps to break out along her arms. She bit her bottom lip to stop the moan that almost escaped her lips.
When there were only a few more buttons left at the bottom of the gown, he ripped the dress off her, causing the buttons to fly off, and the gown pooled at her feet. He spun her around to face him.
“Bash!” she cried.
“It can be mended,” he said harshly as he pushed her bottom onto the table and moved between her legs.
His cupped the back of her head and pulled her to him. His warm lips were on hers as his tongue pressed into her soft mouth. His fingers threaded into her hair as Sophie moved her hands onto Sebastian’s shoulders and wrapped her legs around him.
“I don’t care about the dress.” Sophie took a shallow breath; the corset constricted her breathing and he watched her breasts rise and fall above the corset line.
He pressed kiss after hot kiss onto the tops of her breasts and pulled her tightly into him as she bounced against the tabletop and pressed a hand into the mirror behind her to steady herself.
Several items from the dressing table fell to the floor and a floral smell filled the room as her perfume bottle toppled over.
“I’ll replace it,” he told her as he bit her ear.
She shuddered in his arms. He could still see her walking with the unknown man in the hallway of the building and the thought of her giving herself to another man drove him over the edge. He was done playing the gentleman.
He pulled the laces from the back of the corset and pulled it up and over her head. She was only wearing her thin cotton shift and he pressed it up along her calves and thighs.
“Sebastian,” she breathed against him.
“No other man will have you, Sophie. No one. I won’t allow it.” Their eyes met.
“I don’t want anyone else, Bash.”
He closed his eyes. Deceiver.
She wrapped her legs around him as he backed her up against the mirror, placing one hand on it to steady himself. He stared at his reflection for a brief second. He looked savage and almost barbaric in the darkness. What was he doing? Taking what he wanted. He was taking what he wanted. He pulled Sophie into his arms and carried her to the bed. As he placed her on the bed, he stood before her, shrugging out of his clothes.
Sebastian watched as Sophie lifted the shift above her head and lay back against the bed, pale and naked. She was slender but with feminine curves and hair like a dark flame.
He moved towards her and was on top of her, kissing her lips and smoothing her hair back from her face. He moved between her legs, telling himself to go slow. He did not want to ruin anything for her as he knew with certainty he would be her first man. He vowed that he would be the last as well.
“Sophie,” he murmured.
He was still angry with her but there would be time for questions and answers later. She arched into him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel the weight of him and remembered the chateau when he had covered her.
She moved her hands to touch his back and buttocks as he was kissing her neck and mouth, trying to slow everything down. He wanted nothing more than to pound into her but he willed himself to be gentle.
“Bash,” she said breathlessly.
The incredible sensations were all new to her and the feelings were intense. She could feel him moving between her legs and there was a thickness pressing into her. She felt him inside her, stuffing her fully and filling the emptiness, and then a sharp pain.
She pressed against his shoulder in a cry and he soothed her.
“It’s all right, shhh,” he told her softly before pulling back and sliding in and out of her.
It was a delicious feeling and Sebastian felt her tightness surround him. She was slick, wet and warm, and felt like heaven.
He took a stiff nipple into his mouth and she groaned at the pleasure. She felt the waves of pleasure wash over her and she gave herself to it.
“Bash,” she sighed.
He set the rhythm faster and faster, but not wanting to hurt her as she would be sore from her first time. She gasped and cried out once, turning her head away. It was not an intense orgasm but once he felt her shudder, he emptied his seed deep within her. After his orgasm she felt him pull out of her and rest beside her.