Edge of Obsession (SKALS #3) (28 page)

She burst into laughter at the lecherous waggle of his brows. “You have no shame whatsoever, Sebastian. I swear.”

“Mmm. You better not,” he warned. “I’m pretty sure my hand can still warm your
butt without it affecting our little one. Besides, what man wouldn’t be thrilled to know he’s harboring a breed of super sperm?”

Taylor sn
ickered with a roll of her eyes. “I’m sure it wasn’t any great accomplishment, Seb. They probably just flashed their badge, demanded access, and swam right in.”

The visual alone got to him. He threw his head back with
loud laughter and pulled her on top of him to straddle his hips. An overwhelming sense of love welled inside of him as he peered up at her, growing until he was certain his chest would explode with the sheer intensity and force alone. Dragging her further up his body, he strained forward until he could plant a kiss against her navel.

“I love you so much, baby,” he murmured. “Both of you.”

“We love you, too.”

The four words hung between them, their meaning
simple yet so profound. Threading his fingers through the dark gloss of her hair, he pulled Taylor down and claimed her lips. She moaned softly and rubbed against him in a quest for friction. Smiling into their kiss, he realized his previous threats weren’t forgotten. Nor was the evening entirely forgiven. One way or another, his little minx was going to make things up to him. Snaking his arms around her, he flipped her onto her back. Her playful squeal died as she stared up at him, well aware of the hunger and passion burning in his eyes.

“
You’re still going to punish me, aren’t you?” she whispered.

He weighed her words carefully before shaking his head. “
Yes, darling. I’m afraid your friend caused me an immeasurable amount of trouble and suffering,” he murmured, snaring the hem of her t-shirt in his hands and yanking it out of his way. “Fair or not, you are going to be the one to pay that price.”

Her breath caught as he captured a dusky nipple between his teeth.
Slowly, he bit down and tugged until her back arched and he wrung a pleading whimper from her lips. His eyes locked with hers. Snaring her wrists, Sebastian pinned them above her head as he ground his body against hers.

“No touching,” he warned, his voice coming in a low growl.
“You are going to take what I give you, Taylor. No more. No less.”

Panic and
desperation played across her delicate face. The challenge wasn’t one she was sure she could take, and he did not intend to make it easy. A cruel smile threatened. Lowering his head, he sucked her other nipple into a stiff peak and nipped until Taylor writhed beneath him, her keening whimper begging for relief.

“These will always be mine,” he stated, tracing a finger over each
perfect mound.

The room echoed with her soft pants as he kissed a languid path between her breasts. He could almost feel her overwhelming need to bury her fists in his hair.
Fighting a smile, he pressed hot, lingering kisses against her belly. Raw pleading shone in her eyes as he hooked her legs over his shoulders and held her gaze.

“This too,” he whispered
, dipping his head.

Dragging
his tongue over her clit, he held it there, relishing the way the small nub pulsed against him. Her hips jerked in silent demand. Pinning them to the bed, Sebastian sealed his mouth against her with a low rumble. He felt the vibrations hum through her and play beneath his hands. Her imploring pleas flooded the room as Taylor thrashed her head and fisted the sheets in desperation. The sweet sounds combined with the intoxicating smell of her skin were enough to drive him mad. Groaning, he speared his tongue deep. The honeyed taste she offered was heaven. A low rumble rolled through his chest as he plunged his tongue harder and faster, determined to drive her to the brink.

“S-Seb…”

He stiffened as one of her warm palms braced against his arm. She realized her mistake, but it was too late. Frowning, Sebastian pried his mouth away and crawled back up the front of her.

“Was I not clear
in my orders, Taylor?”

“You were.”

He nodded and cocked his head. “So you chose to disobey me?”

“No!
I just…I…”

“Shh,” he
said, laying a forefinger against her lips. “I will fix this.”

Taylor sat up, tracking his movements as he rolled off the side of the bed. Her throat bobbed as he returned from the darkened shadows of their walk-in closet with
twin leather straps clutched in his hand. He could almost see the questions and refusal brewing in her eyes.

“
Lay down. Hands above your head,” he commanded in a stiff rasp.

Confusion stamped
Taylor’s face. A tremble ran through her and gaze remained riveted on the belts in his hand but, somehow, she forced herself to comply. A startled cry escaped her as he sprung, grabbed her hands, and wrapped the belts around them in a forceful flurry. Cinching the straps tight, he secured her wrists and tethered the loose ends to the thick wooden posters of their bed. Fear mingled with the curiosity in her eyes as she tested the restraints.

“Certain concessions need to be made given your condition, darling,” he stated, drawing a light outline over her breast. “But you will still obey me.
Who knows? You might come to love my belt yet.”

Running his palms over her body, he reveled in the way she
bowed beneath his touch. A groan welled within him watching her delicious body arch in search of more. Rocking back on his heels, Sebastian eased a thick digit inside her. The flames of desire burned hotter as he watched the pleasure play across her face. Thrusting into her heat, he pinned her hips with his other hand and rubbed lazy circles across her clit with his thumb.

“Sebby…”

“Hold it.”

Sinking her teeth into the delicious swell of her lower lip,
Taylor closed her eyes and struggled to comply. Her body tightened and he had to fight not to bury himself inside her as a low shudder wound through her core. Stilling, he gave them both a chance to breathe. Her relief was short lived as he splayed against the mattress and lowered his head between her thighs. The first dart of his tongue caused her to snap off the bed. Gripping her hips with bruising force, he plied her without mercy, licking and sucking until her cries turned to a desperate scream.

The frantic pleading in her eyes was more than he could bear. Crawling up her shaking body, he plied her skin with slow kisses along the way. Her chest crashed against his as
Sebastian braced his arms on either side of her head. He brushed his lips across hers before claiming them with deliberate hunger. Her legs wound around his waist, trying to urge him down, as his tongue slid across hers in a teasing sweep. His body responded with a forceful throb, heightening his need. It took every ounce of self-control he had to hold back.

“So eager,” he whispered, nuzzling the warm pulse behind her ear. “
But you seem to have forgotten this isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about mine.”

“Please, Sebastian. I want…I need you…” she begged.

“Mmm. I know,” he murmured, prying her legs away. “That is the point. Suffer, sweetheart.”

She sobbed as he slid a hand between them and ground his fingers against her
swollen clit.

“I c-can’t hold it.”

“You can and you will or I am going to leave my calling card on your ass and start all over again.”

Taylor trembled. A fine sheen of
sweat erupted across her skin. Whimpering, she strained against the thick straps as he worked her body with slow, sensual strokes. Pushing a finger inside her again, he thrust hard and deep. Her gaze snapped to his and he stilled. The needful ache branching through his own flesh was well past the point of unbearable. Snarling, he leaned over her and crushed his mouth against hers.

“On second thought, you’ve already warranted that much,” he rasped
, untying the straps from the bed with a rough yank.

He flipped her over and
hauled her hips back, jerking her up on her hands and knees.

“Don’t move and don’t you dare come,” he growled.

Driving two fingers deep inside her, he brought his other hand down on one of the pale upturned globes. Taylor yelped as the sharp, openhanded crack echoed through the room. Groaning low in his throat, he alternated blows, keeping them hard but steady, as he continued to pump his fingers inside her. It was a beautiful sight watching her border between pleasure and pain. Feeling her tighten, he stilled and withdrew. A slight smile curved his lips as Sebastian admired the bright pink lines of his handiwork on her butt. Rubbing his hands over the raised lattice, he reignited the dull flames and wrung a hoarse plea from his lover.

Unable to hold back anymore, he rolled onto his back and used the loose end of the belt strap to pull Taylor up over him. Her eyes searched his uncertainly. Frustrated, he snared her hips and
impaled her in one hard, fluid plunge. Her mouth parted in a breathless gasp that mirrored his own ragged exhale. The bliss of finally sinking into her heat was beyond exquisite.

Sebastian
fought to maintain his composure as he slowly pumped up into the trembling beauty. Nothing else came close to the joy of being inside her. His breath came in ragged spurts as he felt Taylor’s body quicken. A rosy flush settled across her cheeks and the perfect swells of her breasts as they bounced above him. Lifting her up just a bit, he speared faster, driving himself all the way home with each thrust. Her short broken cries filled his ears. Gritting his teeth, he struggled for self-control, reminding himself that she was carrying his child. That, combined with the sight of his body pumping in and out of her, sent him tumbling over the edge.

His roar bounced unchecked off the walls
. Grinding her down, Sebastian arched his hips off the mattress and rocked her against him until she screamed her release. The powerful contractions shuddered around him, massaging his over sensitized shaft. It was too much. The intensity robbed him of anything but a breathless cry. Fighting to keep her seated, he made Taylor keep coming as she bucked and writhed helplessly in his grasp.

She eventually stilled, unable to give any more. The sight was one he didn’t think he’d ever forget. Drained
, Sebastian collapsed and hauled her down beside him. His hands shook as he freed Taylor’s and tossed the thick leather straps aside. Pulling her close, he brushed the damp hair away from her face and kissed her glistening brow.

“
Are you okay?” he asked.

He could feel her smile long before it shone
through the crisp moonlight bathing the room.

“What if I said
no?”

His shoulders jerked with silent laughter. “I might call you a liar and start all over again,” he warned.

A violent yawn stretched her jaw as she snuggled closer and stroked an appreciative hand over the hard swell of his chest. “I’m fine, Sebby. Just tired.”

“Good,” he murmured, tipping her face up to his to steal a lingering kiss. “Get some rest,
sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she
whispered. A heavy pause hung between them as she lifted her head and peered down at him, her expression tense and concerned. “Will you be home tomorrow?”

Confused, his
forehead furrowed. Then it dawned on him. Dinner. Marx. There was a very good chance after the fiasco Irene had pulled he would be facing another lengthy stay in a cell. The thought filled him with unspeakable sorrow and dread. Doing his best to offer a reassuring smile, he smoothed the back of her head. “There are no guarantees, Taylor, but I promise I will always do my best to come home to you. Either way, I think I’ve given you something to remember me by—at least for a little while.”

“I could
never forget you, Sebastian.”

Drained, h
e dragged her leg over his and wrapped her in his arms. “I will always be with you, baby. Just remember that. Now close your eyes and get some sleep.”

Taylor yawned and burrowed deeper under the comforter with a
drowsy mumble. He massaged the small of her back as he waited for sleep to claim him, his spirit calm despite its previous turmoil. Kissing the top of her head, he kept watch as she dreamed. She truly was his anchor. No matter how lost or adrift he might be, Taylor always found a way to bring him back home. He’d spent an entire lifetime riding out the relentless wave of storms. It was nice to finally feel some small measure of contentment and peace and realize that home was exactly where he wanted to be.

CHAPTER 11 ~

Tears rolled down the blonde’s sculpted cheeks the moment she came out of sedation. Seated across from her, Sebastian kept his cool and waited
while she glanced around with wide, fearful eyes. A terse smile crossed his lips upon noting the terror in those cerulean depths the second they darted back to him. The shackles binding her wrists and ankles rattled as she licked her lips and struggled to find her voice.

“Hello, Mrs. James,” he stated in a soft voice. “It’s nice of you to finally join us.”