The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy (63 page)

“I know right on both counts,” Suzie agrees, helping herself to a canapé and holding it up to
Cheers
it with Abby, she continues. “That’s one serious stalker Seb – you’d better watch out. And you too, Lulu – you are definitely on her hit list; more than ever now.”
Looking in his direction I can tell he is as shocked as we all are, at the turn of events and he squeezes my leg in comfort. “Shame, as she was pretty good at her job. Guess I’m going to have to find another P.A…”

I experience a bittersweet moment low in my belly, knowing that he cares enough to eradicate any distrust between us but the good person in me, still feels bad for her. I didn’t want her to lose her job. Sensing my doubt Sebastian clasps my hand and rubs his thumb gently over the knuckle of my index finger. I smile distractedly at him in confirmation.

“Where
is
Chris anyway? What’s he got to say about all this crap?” Nathan enquires casually, topping up his drink whilst his arm curls Abby inwards to his body.

“I told him to make sure Toni got home OK and stay out tonight. We’ll talk later.”
 

Seb responds offhandedly but nonetheless ever the gentleman –
annoyingly so
. His tone is clipped and I can understand he is pissed.
 

I better not tell him that Chris has been trying it on with me at every turn then, that wouldn’t be wise.

“Seems like our Christopher likes to dip it in every wick, never mind the consequences.” Gino drawls and adds quickly. “Don’t think he was in on the deception though.”

 
“Me neither – he’s just a walking hard-on that guy. Likes you too much Lulu, me thinks. I’ve seen it on site.” Nathan nods raising his brows and flinching at his last comment. He shrugs his shoulder in Sebastian’s direction, “Sorry Bro, but to be fair, you haven’t said you’re exclusive, so he wasn’t breaking any rules. Don’t think he even knows about your proposition.”

My eyes flick across to Seb, trying to gauge his reaction to Nathan’s words. We’d never openly talked about our arrangement, together, in front of others. They all knew but still, it felt a little off kilter.
 

“Lu is off limits and Chris should know that - he does know that. I’ve fucking warned him.”

“Sorry Bro. Don’t shoot the messenger. Weren’t you the one who always said
any game is a fair game
?”

Bloody men – Now women are
game
?
 

I’m tempted to launch a cushion at Nathan’s handsome head but I can see he’s goading his brother intentionally and I silently thank him for it. Watching Seb’s profile, his jaw clenching and cheekbones jutting, the tension in his face is clear to all; he really doesn’t like the thought of me with another man.
That’s a good sign isn’t it?
Or maybe he’s simply pissed off at his slip on the leash.

On a scowl he replies. “Hmmm. Well we’ve always had a tendency to be attracted the same women.”
 

I’m reminded of the comment Chris made in The Champagne Bar, two weeks earlier and instantly am annoyed by the fact. If that
were
the case, then Sebastian would also be attracted to Toni wouldn’t he? Stop woman! You’re here now, you’re the one he is with and has made it clear he wants to be with, for tonight at least anyway. The fact that he has chosen to ignore his brother’s comment about exclusivity, I can’t dwell on it. No for tonight I just need to treat this fresh relationship like any other brand new
two-week
, dalliance, as though our history doesn’t equate and its far too early to be feeling so-needy so-soon. The gut voice
screaming to be heard
inside my head reminds me that it is nigh impossible to treat this like any normal relationship; it was Sebastian.

My jealousy has always been my weakness in relationships but with him it appears to know no bounds and I fear it’ll destroy me, and any chance I have with this man, if I allow myself to fall too deeply for him.

The crackle of the fire is so soothing I feel my body succumb and relax, enjoying the soothing noises of my mates cheering and laughing and turn to lock eyes with a pair of dark, stormy pools. The passion is evident and prickles of sensuality fizz up my arms; his fingers stroke gently at my nape and I roll my head into the electric currents flickering there, addicted to his touch and the sensations he creates with the lightest of brushes.
 

I close my eyes and sigh.
 

After several minutes of such sweet and tender torment, whilst his fingers expertly knead my shoulder, neck and the base of my skull, I’m drowsy with desire. I fear my whimpers of need will be heard by all and shiver excitedly, as I feel his lips on the back of my nape, his teeth lightly nipping at the skin there. I control my breathing but it goes out the window as he growls against the tendrils of hair that have escaped and now frame my neck.

“I need you naked. Now!”

Deep breaths. I can’t respond to that verbally, my mind and body are not working in sync. I’m aware that we have company but my nipples don’t care as they ping to attention, tightly pushing against the material of my dress, desperate to be freed.

All I can do is raise my wanting eyes to his commanding gaze, which softens as I smile coyly at him, and nod my acceptance. His seductive spell is too strong over me and I am desperate to fulfill the promise of what is yet to come.

With my submissive gesture, Sebastian clears his throat, stands up, and holding out his hand encourages me to join him.
 

“Right Guys. Help yourselves to whatever you want, find a room - crash here if you like - but Lucia and I have some important and unfinished business to take care of.”
 

He slowly draws me to my feet and places a possessive hand on my bottom, sending me sideway glances of pure sexual heat. My heart does flip-flops in expectation.

“Sounds good to me!”
 

Gino laughs from his spot opposite us, and bending forward scoops Suzie up, his arms cradling her, under her knees and back, and rushes in front of us to find a bed. Her squeals make everyone giggle and can be heard as they retire to one of the luxury upstairs guest suites at the back of the house.
 

I extract myself from Seb’s hold for a second and bend to kiss Abby on the cheek, as Nathan squeezes her hand. “Enjoy each other.”
 

She smiles knowingly back at me, and mouths, “Ditto!”

We leave them to their own possibilities and Sebastian and I, with clasped hands, make our way to his bedroom in silence. A very different walk up that fabulous staircase to earlier that night - the promise of what is to come, lying heavy in the air.
                                             

The second the door shuts behind us the friendly relaxed mood changes to one of pure unadulterated hunger and I feel myself melt into his arms. I’m tangled in his glittering web, aware of the potential danger, as I struggle to control my pounding heart; drawn to his body with such a shocking longing that it scares me but doesn’t stop me. I
can’t
stop this.
We fall in to each other and kiss desperately, the lines between need and desire becoming blurred. I’m vaguely aware of my dress being unzipped, and its soft swish as it hits the floor at my feet. I step out of the puddle of fabric and it is dispensed with, with a deft flick of Seb’s wrist.
A soft bite nips at me, as the air hits my skin and I’m naked but rather than hiding from it, I take full advantage of his obvious approval. I reach behind me to remove the hairpins from my chignon and shake my hair loose; it falls in waves over my shoulders and onto my breasts. Seb parts my locks, slowly, one side at a time, allowing my hair to caress each breast on its path, whispering over my nipples with the lightness of a feather. They automatically stand proud, needy for attention, achey and heavy and now with my hair framing them, they protrude; framed and completely on show - I’m open and naked to him.
Strange, how I feel both vulnerable and empowered, all at once.
“You were made, to be devoured… slowly.”
His seductive groan flows over me as he brushes the pad of his thumb across one erect tip, sending shockwaves directly to my vulva.
“You were made for
me
!”
Our eyes lock in combined sexual tension and I move to unbutton his shirt and slip it slowly off his shoulders. My hands lightly caress his skin and I hear his breath hitch as I lean in to soak up his familiar spicy vanilla male scent, planting a soft feathery kiss on his shoulder, collar bone and onto his chest but it’s not enough. I need so much more. I need it all now, again and again. He’s right. It’s never enough with us. I’m completely consumed.
I feel him twist slightly and realise why, as the first beats of Portishead’s Glory Box, surround us in the dark; he must have discreetly activated the in-house Bose system. I’ve never had sex to music and the beat throbs in time with my own pulsating demands. It’s pure erotica. His hands clasp my face, drawing me towards his mouth, his breath hot against me.
“I can’t breathe when you’re near. You drive me crazy.”
We lose ourselves in a kiss with such intensity I fear I’ll fall. Reading my mind his hands move to support my back and move me further into his body. The moment is extreme, intense, loving, tender, raw all rolled into one and I’ve never experienced anything like it, in my life. I don’t know what it means but this kiss means more.
I change tactics and pushing Sebastian backwards harshly, he lands on the bed and I straddle his still covered legs. His arms instinctively encircle me at my waist, their heat warming me and they settle for a second before dropping to cup my bare bottom. The need to connect undoes me and I’m in utter shock at the driving force to have him inside me, on me, around me. The heat flowing through my veins flushes my body, from each nipple and along my lightly curved stomach to the throbbing apex at my thighs. I feel empowered and glancing down at his beautiful face I move to kiss him again and teasingly stop just short of his lips, trailing soft languid licks along his jaw line, his neck and down towards his lightly feathered muscular chest. I can feel his cock nestled urgently at my most sensitive area and I wriggle to enhance the pressure there but forgetting my own pleasure continue my trail along his chest, ribs and down to his waistband. I deftly unzip his pants, move whilst he shuffles out of them and sigh when I see that he too has chosen not to wear underwear, since our earlier dalliance.
“Do you approve Baby?”
His confident smirk beckons me, as his magnificent cock springs free and I choose to answer with actions and immediately close my mouth down on to its head, licking the pre-cum droplets away and grinning at the pleasure it brings me to know that I can draw this from him. His gasp and sharp intake of breath is enough to know he is mine; at this moment
I
am in control.
I use my other hand to position him better, slowly squeezing the head and stroking up and down lazily with particular pressure just underneath the ridge. With my other hand I cup his straining balls and hear him curse.
“Fuck Lu, that feels good. Oh yeah.”
I feel his hands in my hair, twisting it almost painfully, before throwing his head back on a moan. I continue to lave him with my tongue, licking lower until I suckle gently on each of his balls, ensuring dutiful and equal attention is given to each. His hiss is such a turn on; I love to be in such control and like the feeling that although I can feel his hips rocking forward desperate to embed his swollen cock inside my mouth, with my hand I can secure him, leisurely stroking and wanking up and down his length and feel his legs twitch. His hands fist in my hair again.
“That it Lu, let me fuck your beautiful mouth.” I can feel myself wet, and throbbing, at his reactions and the groans coming from within him and stop a moment to place his engorged cock between my breasts. Looking directly at him, I leisurely push them together and stroke him up and down with my cleavage.
“Fuck you look amazing.”
I drop to continue my exploration of his velvety head. The slightly salty taste of his arousal is not unpleasant and encourages me to take him deeper, as deep as I can before he hits my gag reflex. Lifting his legs with a groan he buries his hands on my neck, carnally encouraging me to go further, to take him completely within me. I wish that he could be both in my mouth and inside me from behind as my rocking motion creates a breeze at my aching vulva. I relax my mouth, increase the pressure on his cock and with two fingers drop my other hand to press firmly at the base of his sac, almost near his arse. His gasp of pleasure tells me that he likes that.
“Oh fuck I’m going to come.”
I continue to pump him passionately, not willing to break the rhythm, even though my wrist aches with the repetition. His semen explodes within me, the hot liquid fills my mouth until I cannot breathe I’m so full and I swallow deeply and remove my hand from his balls. I can feel him twitching the last remnants of his lust into me and I move up over his body and roll to lie beside him.
After a few minutes his arms enclose me and pull me towards him. “Your mouth was made for my cock.”
I glance up at him foxily, and pout, licking my lip, but I pause at the seriously intense look plastered across his face. The fire in his eyes burns right through me, rushing through my veins on a direct path to my pulsing clit; the lighter moment passes to intensity once again.
Would there ever be a time again when we could just look at each other without the burn?
I hope not.
Cupping my breast and lowering his head to suckle on a nipple, pulling and licking at the same time he continues. “And these were made for my mouth and my cock!”
I throw my head back and smile in the dimly lit master-suite and close my eyes in happiness, as I feel his hand travel downwards towards my eager and needy sex.
“Do you want me to touch you Lu?”
I groan and arch my hips in answer to meet his touch.
“Tell me you want me to finger you and swirl my finger around your clit until you pass out with pleasure!”
I sigh, blushing in the dark at the way his words send me further over the edge, his fingers slowly replicating his intentions. My voice breaks as I ask him to do want I want most.
“Touch me. Make me come Sebastian.”
He groans in agreement and I thrash about as his magic fingers press down and over, my clit, stopping only to swoop inside me collecting my arousal to lubricate me further. My orgasm begins for the second time that night and I rotate my hips to assist him when I cry out in pleasure pain as the delicious ebbs stop abruptly. I open my eyes to see why and catch him looking down sexily at me, his gorgeous eyes watching me intensely. He shifts position and lying backwards on the bed pulls me with him.
“I want to watch you whilst you come and see you let go.”
Instinctively I raise a leg and straddle him, settling both legs on either side of his hips. He reaches over to the bedside table and after a quick fumble I watch in awe and extreme lust as he slides a condom over his straining arousal. The simple task excites me and reminds of my own naive attempts in Room 22.
His hands support my bottom and I feel his fingers kneading my cheeks gently, softly caressing the soft sensitive skin around my private place, then trailing leisurely up my back and I’m pushed forward to meet his mouth. That moment when I see his hot gaze; his dark eyes showcasing his abandon - is the moment I sense that this means so much more than just getting down and dirty with it.
“I need you to make-love to me.” My voice sounds tentative and husky. “Show me how you really feel about me.”
My hair falls over my shoulder and I place a hand on his chest to balance myself. Our lips meet and we unhurriedly savour the moment. I pour every part of myself into that kiss as I’m engulfed by emotion and yes… total adoration. His big sexy hands fondle my aching breasts and I sigh at the contact and reaching between us I grip his completely revitalised and awakened erection and place its tip at my entrance.
With a slight wriggle I sit backwards and am impaled upon him. The now familiar need to adjust to his size passes quickly as I’m so wet and ready. His roughened hands cradle, me as I begin to move, undulating my hips and rocking back and forth. I reach behind me, thrusting my nipples out for his attention and cup his straining balls, massaging them lightly in rhythm to our movement.
“Oh Baby … you and me - it was always you!”
Seb groans and pushes upwards, bucking underneath me to speed up the process but I’m enjoying the power too much and continue at my own pace, sitting back down and strengthening my grip with my knees and feet on the covers. His words embolden me, and my hand fly around to grasp his shoulders, pulling him closer.
I can feel his length hitting my g-spot, as before and my now erect clit is rubbing against him with each friction movement; screaming to be allowed the chance to erupt once more. I throw back my head again and push my breasts out to be captured by his awaiting hands. My nipples are immediately pulled and elongated, rolled between his fingers, almost painfully and I moan with the exquisite sensation; the triangle of pleasure being activated - my nipples and my clit being attended to at the same time. I can feel him tightening, nearing orgasm as we speed up to meet our end goal, both trembling with the ferocity of our emotions.
“I’m going to come.”
“That’s it Baby -let go. I’m nearly there.” Seb’s voice is in the distance.
Our bodies glisten with sweat and his hands are now gripping my bottom and hips and forcing me to rock faster back and forth; that is my undoing, as I shatter from within, vibrating in wracking spirals around his cock and whilst the condom creates a barrier, I’m warmed by his spurt, as he spills himself inside me.
“Kiss me!”
Biting hard on my bottom lip, and ravishing my mouth we crash into one another. This time it feels different somehow, we are more united, more invested - even more than at Scarlet House. He has invaded my body, mind and soul - I adore him.
I kiss him back, letting everything go and just focusing on the now. We look into one another’s eyes, as Seb rocks me faster over him and I hope that he feels the same bond that I do between us. We groan in unison as our releases slow to hollow twitches.
Everything I had to give I’d given. That moment so emotional and unlike any other I’ve known. I am filled with a breathtaking unfamiliar affection for this man and feel the hot burn of emotion in the back of my throat.
I love him so much it hurts.
I’m completely undeniably head over Christian Louboutin heels for this wicked, magnificent, controlling, beautiful specimen of a man. But I can’t tell him… it’s too soon.
We hold each other as we still and the darkness enfolds us; the music fills my ears again - odd how I hadn’t noticed it much during our mating. U2’s One ebbs around us -how perfect. My skin is covered by a light sheen of goose bumps and I shiver.
“Here let me warm you up Baby.”
We move to reposition ourselves underneath the covers and he draws me close to his body.
I’m so mixed up. Surely after what we just shared together he must feel as heavily invested in us as I am?
“Hey you? You OK?” His throaty question makes me jump and I nod against his gorgeous ripped arm.
My throat burns with welling emotion. “Yeah.”
Just desperate to spill my heart out, for you to trample on it, that’s all. I’m fucking madly in love with you; that’s all.
I feel his finger at my chin forcing me to look up at him.
“You’re very quiet Baby. I didn’t hurt you did I?” his beautiful black and flecked gold eyes full of concern and I sigh.
Please don’t be nice to me; it’s only going to make this harder. You didn’t hurt me but I’ve a feeling you will.
“No. No just the opposite. It was…”
“I know Baby. I know.”
Don’t cry Lu.
I feel his lips brush against my forehead and snuggle into his warmth. His musky vanilla lemony scent, all fresh and sexy. As he drifts off to sleep, his body relaxes, within minutes; sex has the opposite effect on me. I can feel my heart pulsating; I’m desperate to tell him how I feel; bursting to shout it from the rooftops.
I now know unequivocally that he is my soul mate.
I itch to caress his chest, just run a finger from the top of his breastbone, all the way down the eight-pack, snake down one side of that sexy
v
, kiss his neck and press my lips to his skin until I can’t hold my breath any longer. Just linger there, inhaling him.
My eyes grow hot with expectant tears and I snuggle in the crook of his arm. We’ve missed out on so many years of possibilities. I could have been in his arms, received a decade of worshipping - but then I wouldn’t have had Finn. We had found each other now and I have to be content with the notion that for now, this is right.
Our time is now.
“I love you,” I sigh into the darkness.