Hellbound Heart

Feeling as though his heart was going to burst from her heartwarming words, Sebastian buried his head on her bosom. His arms around her tightened as he pulled on her, pressing her against himself and caging her within his embrace as if he was terrified that she would just disappear if he did not hold onto her tightly and close enough.

Words were just not enough to explain what he was feeling. Those words of hers… shook him to the core. It did something unthinkable, inexplicable, to his entire being… to his very soul.

He felt his own frame tremble as he held her. His body was now uncontrollable. Even he could no longer stop himself from showing everything he was feeling to her. All of his baggage was now bare to her. All of these emotions or whatever these may be called were all out, freed… freed by her. The skeletons that were trapped in the closet were all unearthed and cleared out by her. He realized that there was no one else on this earth who could make him feel the things she did. Only her.

And he felt tears fall from his eyes. He could not remember the last time he had cried. It was so long ago that he had forgotten about it. Now thinking back, perhaps it was on that day… that day he held… Alyssa's lifeless body in his arms. That was the last time he remembered shedding tears.

He pressed his face harder into her, attempting to hide the tears from her. But she held his head and kissed the crown of his head. And Sebastian knew then that she already knew. He could feel it in the way she held him, kissed him. He knew she was trying her best to make him feel better. Everything she was doing right now spoke to him, whispered to him, saving him from the darkness.

With a shaky breath, his body just relaxed in her arms. Just how… just how did he manage to find a woman like her? He never believed in miracles. But all because of her, he was now a believer. Because here was the miracle that came into his wretched life in the form of an angel named Izabelle.

"Iza… Izabelle…" he uttered hoarsely, repeating her name like it was the only word he remembers at the moment.

And Elle smiled gently through her own quiet and hot tears that streamed down her cheeks.

"Mmm… I'm here, Sebastian…" she whispered to him, holding him tighter.

She could feel the wetness on her skin. She knew that he was crying. Her heart and soul ached for him but she was glad he was not trying to steel himself anymore. She was relieved that he was letting himself go and be vulnerable instead of acting all invincible and tough as hell like he used to.

"I love you…" she said, and he lifted his face after hearing her say those words again.

Without giving her time to look at his face, Sebastian kissed her, burying incoherent words into her mouth. And all she could do was shiver in pleasure at every delicious stroke of his tongue inside her mouth.

"Sebastian…" she moaned his name before she kissed him back. And she felt him harden inside her, stretching her, filling her to bursting once again.

Elle finally allowed herself to blush at the fact that he never did pull himself out of her since he entered her so many minutes ago.

"Iza…" he moaned her name back, causing gooseflesh to cover her skin. "Iza… kiss me…" his deep voice sounded so sensual, so compelling. "Please…"

Dear gods in heaven… she did not know she loved this kind of thing oh so much… Sebastian, pleading with her. It made her feel like he was truly hers. That he was giving himself totally to her. That she was not just his but he was also hers. It was as though finally, they were truly in a two-way relationship that involved the both of them.

It ignited that fire within her again and she took over. She had long since lost count of the times that she has devoured his mouth up till now since the moment they first kissed. But she did not care because she knew Sebastian could not get enough of it. It was as if her kisses were a drug, making him more addicted the more she tasted it. His reactions on the other hand was the drug for her. Of course, she couldn't get enough of his kisses, too. But his reactions right now were just more potent for her.

Pushing her fingers through his dark hair, Elle delved deep into his mouth, giving him the hottest, wettest, and wildest erotic kiss she could give.

"Yes… f**k… kiss me, Iza… f**k my mouth too…"

His words were like fuel to her already blazing fire. Honestly, she could not believe what he just said but she found it so hot, arousing her so hard she felt her insides pulse around him fiercely, even though both of them never made a move. He was just pinning her steadily tight against him with his powerful hands and she did not even try to move her hips.

And yet the pleasure was rising, sending them both to that height of pleasure.

He let her overpower him, overwhelm him until they were both utterly breathless. She could feel his rock-hard length thicken even more inside her.

"You're mine…" she told him and he smiled. At long last, she saw it. That gorgeous, heart-stopping dimple, paired with those devil-bright dazed eyes.

"Yours, baby… I'm yours…" he replied in assent. And Elle's eyes widened before she kissed him again. Until their hands were in each other's hair, pulling and grasping at each other.

Their tongues mated like never before and then he groaned loud, shuddering, coming like there was no tomorrow, spurting his seed inside her.

The fact that he came with just them kissing and without any of them moving to stimulate their connected sexes blew Elle's mind and she too, came and clenched hard around his rigid length that was still inside her.