"Ready, Sunshine?" he questions, but my eyes are rolling toward the back of my head from his cock that isn't showing my clit any mercy.

"Oh...oh..." I moan.

His small chuckle hits my ear, and he sucks on my lobe, then adjusts his hips, thrusting into me in one motion.

My eyelids fly open. I arch into him, and he puts his face in front of mine, studying me with his arrogant expression as he shimmies his body slowly in and out of mine.

I don't know how much more adrenaline I can take. My senses are on overload. I've never felt anything so intense. And he's filling me more and more. Every time he pushes back in, I think that's it.

But it's not. Somehow my body accepts every inch of his.

A bead of sweat drops down his cheek, and he pauses, his hips flush with my pelvis, his breath merging with mine.

My voice cracks when I say, "Sebastian."

He strokes my cheek, saying, "Shhh, I've got you."

My eyes water from the onslaught of never-ending zings. I blink hard, then refocus on him.

His palm holds the side of my head. He releases my wrists, and I cling to him, pressing my fingertips into his shoulder blades.

"Hold on, Sunshine," he orders, then returns to thrusting, moving faster and even deeper than before.

"Oh...oh...oh..." I whimper, rocking my hips with his, destroyed by so many sensations, I close my eyes and just feel.

He buries his head into the curve of my neck, declaring in a low voice, "You're mine, Georgia."

"Yes," I agree, wanting nothing more than to be his, not wondering if it means only tonight or tomorrow or however long.

The pressure in my body grows until he growls into my neck, "Christ."

His frame convulses against mine in a violent wave of tremors.

And I cling to him. Through all the earth-shattering sensations of his body and mine, I hold on to him because I realize there's nothing I want more than him.

Our climaxes disintegrate, and the garden comes back into view. I don't move, nor does Sebastian. Our bodies remain joined, and the beating of our hearts slowly dwindles to a normal rate.

He slowly turns his face and kisses my chin, then cheek. His eyes meet mine as if he's searching for something, but I don't know what.

"Hi," I say, suddenly feeling shy.

His lips twitch. "Hi."

We stay frozen for a moment longer. Then he rolls off me.

My body instantly misses his. I feel empty where he was inside me. I attempt to get up, but he tugs me into his arms.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere," I say, unsure what I would have done if he hadn't pulled me into him.