She woke to an empty bed.
Morning light through the tall windows, her body aching in that specific thorough way. Every intimate place burning with the memory of the night before. Bite marks on her breasts, her neck, her thighs. Bruises on her hips in three different sets of handprints. The sheets beneath her ruined.
She sat up and immediately regretted it. Every muscle screamed.
She needed a shower. Desperately. She was covered in dried sweat and everything else, her hair a disaster, between her thighs sticky and used.
She made it to the bathroom on shaking legs.
The mirror stopped her.
She barely recognised herself. Hair wild and matted. Lips swollen. Her neck a map of bite marks....three distinct sets. Her breasts marked and tender. The inside of her thighs bruised from how many times they’d spread her wide.
She looked thoroughly, completely wrecked.
Because she had been.
She turned the shower on hot and stepped under it. Let it sting every mark, every bruise. Watched the water run and scrubbed her hair until it felt clean again.
She’d just worked shampoo through for the second time when the bathroom door opened.
Her eyes flew open.
Through the glass....Sebastian. Still dressed. Dark eyes locked on her with that hunger that she was starting to think was simply his factory setting where she was concerned.
"I just got in here....."
He pulled the shower door open and stepped inside. Fully clothed.
The water hit his shirt immediately, plastering it flat against his chest. He didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were moving over her.....wet and bare and soap-streaked....with an expression that had nothing patient in it.
"Sebastian you’re still dressed....."
"I know." He pulled the soaked shirt over his head and dropped it. His hands went to his belt. "I know that too." He pushed his trousers down and then he was naked and the shower was suddenly much smaller than it had been. His cock was already hard, thick and leaving no ambiguity about why he’d come.
"Couldn’t stop thinking about you," he said. Low rough rumble. "Woke up hard. Needed to be inside you again."
"But I just...."
His mouth came down on hers.
Brutal. Claiming. His tongue pushing in immediately, his hands gripping her ass and lifting her like she weighed nothing.
"Wrap your legs around me."
She did. Felt him pressing against her entrance....so big, she was already sore....and then he thrust up.
She screamed into his mouth.
He filled her completely in one stroke. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming and her body took him anyway, stretching around every thick inch even as tender and oversensitive as she was.
"Fuck," he groaned, pressing her back against the shower wall. "Still so tight. How are you still so tight?"
He didn’t wait for an answer. Just started moving....pounding up into her, each thrust making her bounce on his cock. Water cascading over both of them. His mouth on her throat, biting and sucking, marking her fresh.
"Sebastian....oh god.....too much....."
"Not too much." Harder. Faster. The sound of wet skin slapping off tile. "Never too much. Take it."
"Come for me," he said. "Right now."
Her body obeyed.
The orgasm ripped through her....walls clenching, nails digging into his shoulders, his name breaking apart in her throat. He roared and came with her, spilling hot, filling her completely.


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