I lean up and kiss him, but he cuts it short. He slides his mouth down my body, leaving a trail of endorphins under his hot lips.

When he gets to my hips, he glances at me with his cocky expression.

I take a deep breath, not believing this is happening, unable to stop it if I tried.

But I'm not trying. I want Sebastian more than I've ever wanted anyone. There's too much between us not to give in. And I have to have every part of him, no matter the consequences.

He pushes my thighs out and slithers his tongue over my pussy. I arch up and cry out. He takes his palm, pushes my chest down on the bed, and then slides it up. His fingers circle my neck, grasping me in a stranglehold, right to the point he's not cutting off my air but any tighter he would be.

My insides quiver harder. He pins his blues on me and challenges me for a moment, until my body relaxes and fully submits.

"Good girl," he murmurs, then buries his face between my thighs, whirling his tongue on my clit until I'm thrusting my hips faster and faster.

Incoherent sounds fly out of me. Adrenaline pools in my cells. Then it explodes like a shaken soda can when it opens.

The yellow stars in the sky turn white, then blurry, and his hand clasps my neck even tighter. I draw shorter breaths, and somehow, my high skyrockets to another level.

The music continues to play, but my cries drown it out. His digits slide inside me, moving deeper and deeper until there's nowhere left to go.

He curls his fingers, creating new quivers within me, and my body turns into a volcano, erupting from everywhere.

The garden disappears. His scent permeates me, and he sucks me so hard, I get dizzier. Sweat coats my skin, and the cool night air does nothing to ease it.

He slides up my body, his warm torso making me hotter, his pants somehow lost among our other clothes. The scent of my orgasms mixes with him, and he mutters, "Taste yourself," before sliding his tongue into my mouth.

He releases his hand from my neck, re-pinning my wrists to the pillow. He takes his other hand and drags his knuckles from my thighs, over the curve of my waist, and up my arms until they meet his grasp.

Determination lights up his expression. He studies me, and with a slow thrust, he slides his cock over my clit.

"Sebastian," I whimper, but he doesn't let up, continuing to own every part of my body like it's second nature to him.

"Beautiful woman," he mumbles against my lips.

Tremors continue to roll within me. I curl my fingers between his, squeezing the back of his hand like a vise.