His Plump Mate (Book 1: The 'His' Series) novel Chapter 229

<Chapter 229 A Chaotic Night

Chapter 229 A Chaotic Night

Sebastian’s pov

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I watched her for a long moment, my expression flat despite the war going on just beneath the

surface.

“My arm ‘s getting tired,” I said, tone even.

“No, it’s not,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded.

“The water’s cold now.”

“Nope,” she insisted softly, her head lolling against the edge of the tub like she was royalty and I was her long-suffering servant.

Her drunken pout was softening my resolve by the second.

But the moment passed. Duty beat desire-this time.

I lifted her out of the cooling bath and wrapped her in a thick towel, drying her off with brisk,

practiced movements.

She scowled, clearly not a fan of the change. Then she leaned in, wrinkled her nose, and made a

face like she’d just smelled a dead fish.

“You stink.”

The irony wasn’t lost on me, considering she ‘d used my shirt as a personal vomit canvas less than

an hour ago.

“Yeah,” I said dryly. “Hard to stay fresh after being personally baptized by you.”

She gave a half-smile, already drifting off again, and I carried her out of the bathroom with ease.

Her bedroom looked like the aftermath of a B-list apocalypse-clothes tossed everywhere, the air

heavy with bad decisions, and a carpet that honestly needed to be burned.

I didn’t hesitate. I turned on my heel and headed for my room instead.

I laid her gently onto the clean sheets, and she melted into them with a quiet, contented sigh.

Her eyes were already sliding shut, her body going limp in that way only the truly exhausted-or deeply drunk-could manage.

While she slipped into sleep, I took a quick shower, scrubbing away the evening: the alcohol, the

sweat, the chaos clinging to my skin like static.

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When I stepped out, towel slung low around my hips, I heard a knock just down the hall.

Sawyer stood outside her door, holding a mug of something steaming-probably one of his infamous hangover cures.

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“I’ll take that,” I said, intercepting him just as he raised his hand to knock on her bedroom door.”

You’re off the clock.”

Sawyer blinked, clearly thrown.

He glanced from the door behind me to the steaming mug now in my hand, confusion flickering

across his face.

Then I turned and started walking down the hall-past her door, and straight toward mine.

“Wait…” he called after me, voice rising slightly. “You ‘re putting her in your room?”

I didn’t answer.

Just kept walking, the mug of broth warm in my hand, the conversation ending exactly where I

wanted it to.

Inside, I set the mug on the nightstand and tapped her cheek lightly.

“Wake up. Drink this. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused but aware enough to register me.

I helped her sit up, keeping the blanket wrapped snugly around her shoulders while she leaned into

She drank the broth obediently, albeit with several exaggerated grimaces.

When the mug was empty, her hands emerged from the blanket cocoon and wrapped around my

waist.

She nuzzled against my chest, inhaling deeply.

“You smell good now,” she murmured, her voice dropping into a slow, drowsy purr.

Her fingers slid down my torso, slow and exploratory.

Her palm pressed against my abs, then lower, testing boundaries she didn’t fully understand in her

state.

I caught her wrists, firm but gentle.

She looked up at me then, silent but saying everything with her eyes.

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The way she stared up at me-hazy, hungry, and utterly unguarded.

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The fire in my blood was a physical ache, my c**k hard and demanding against my suit pants.

Her breath, sweet with wine, ghosted across my lips. She was temptation, and every line I’d drawn

was ash.

I kissed her. No more teasing. My tongue traced her lips before f*****g inside. The taste of wine

was sharp.

A shiver passed between us. Our breathing grew heavy.

The blanket slipped from her shoulders as she sank back. Her skin was warm under my hands.

My fingers found her waist, then slid up to cup her t**s through the thin fabric of her robe. Her n****e was a hard peak against my palm. She moaned into my mouth.

I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, sucking a mark where her pulse hammered. She arched up, her hands dragging me down. “Please,” she breathed.

I shifted over her. The hard ridge of my c**k pressed against the heat between her thighs.

I rocked against her. A crude promise. She cried out. Her legs came up to bracket my hips, her

heels digging into my ass.

My hand slid from her tit, down her stomach, under the loose tie of her robe. Her skin was fire. My fingers found the wet silk of her p***y, soaked through. I rubbed my palm over her, feeling her c**t swell. She bucked against my hand. “Right there…”

I pushed the robe open. The scent of her arousal filled the air.

I lowered my head between her legs.

My tongue found her wet p***y in one long, slow lick. She jolted. I f****d her with my tongue, deep,

then circled her c**t.

Her fingers twisted in my hair. Her hips rose to meet my mouth.

Her thighs trembled. I could feel her tightening, her breath sharp. She was on the edge.

I stopped.

I looked up. Her head was thrown back, eyes screwed shut. But when her gaze was glassy. Unfocused.

Her mind was floating in a wine-soaked fog. Not here with me.

eyes

fluttered open, her

If I made her come now, if I f****d her, she might wake up with regret. She might hate me.

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The fire in my blood cooled to a dull, furious ache.

I pulled back. I closed her robe and tied the belt.

I brushed her flushed cheek.

“You ‘re drunk,” I said, my voice rough. “Not the best time.”

I pushed away from the bed.

“Don’t go…” she murmured, reaching for me.

pulled the blanket over her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I moved to the armchair. My c**k still throbbed, a hard, unsatisfied weight.

“Come back,” she pouted, slurring. “I’ve got snacks… ” Her words tumbled into nonsense.

She tossed. She turned. She tried to crawl off the bed. Finally, she collapsed near the foot of it.

I carried her back to the pillows and tucked her in. I retreated to the bathroom.

By morning, I’d taken four cold showers.

The taste of her p***y still burned on my tongue.

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