…Anastasia POV…

Sebastian is acting somewhat odd, he is under this impression that I hold a relationship of that more than friends with Zachariah. Now I am in no way or form going to put up with his accusations. So I bid Zachariah a good night and Bobby shall return to where he came. We all being satisfied that the problem has been taken care of. As for Sebastian, well, I do not care where he finds himself at the present moment. Whether he stays here or return home with me is purely up to him.

So I rise from my chair and politely ask the man if he will be riding with me. Well, I think I should have just refrained from speaking,

"Not that I particularly wish to share the same space as you, but by all means let's do."

"Sebastian, what is your problem. What seems to be the deal with your temper."

"Oh my dear, I am just slightly annoyed."

"More than slightly if you may ask me."

Brushing off his rather nasty remark, I find myself being the one driving home, I fear the way his temper has flared we might find ourselves in the river. Now if I thought that this was going to be a slow pleasant drive, I am sorely mistaken.

"So, Anastasia."

Well, what happened to beloved? But let us not ask as he is now starting to raise his voice.

"So, how long has this little thing with our Vampire Hunter been going on under my nose? Or has it always been there and I was too foolish to notice it?"

"Sebastian, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"You know exactly what I am talking about. How dare you share another man's bed while you find yourself in mine."

"Sebastian I don't."

"Anastasia, do not lie to me!"

"I am not!"

But he does not leave it there, he refuses to believe any word that comes from my mouth, so yet he continues. "You are nothing but a lie, you do not exist, I do not know who you are. You are not the woman I fell in love with. Even worse, you are, and you were deceiving me from the very moment."

"Sebastian I have not lied to you, there is nothing between me and Zachariah."

"Anastasia, I warn you once again. Do not lie to me!"

"I am not lying."

"Anastasia, you are lying to me! I will not stand for it."

"You have gone crazy."

"Yes indeed, your betrayal and unfaithfulness have driven me thus far."

"Just listen to yourself, Sebastian."

"Anastasia, just tell me the truth and this will be over with far sooner."

Much to my relief, we arrive at home, for a brief moment he steps into the kitchen with Lilith and Edward. As he comes back from there it seems that he has turned back to his normal self again. I am hoping and truly thankful that one of them has spoken some reason into him.

So as we make our way to the room I start feeling that nagging feeling I get whenever we return from a hunt. I am aching deep in my core and all I want is this man that only but a few moments ago accused me of being unfaithful. Am I left to ask? But he soon senses my arousal and I need not even have to say a word.

…Sebastian POV…

The moment we step through the bedroom door, it is as if passion and lust collide. Without any urging, she removes every part of cloth that is covering the parts of my body that she so desires. I make absolute haste in ripping her clothes off, which hinders me from what I am going to take.

I reach my hand to her chin and look into her eyes. Her tender blue eyes are like bottomless pools, pleading and hesitant. Her eyes telling me all I need to know, she wants me, and she will have me in any way that she can.

"Tonight will be the end of you," I softly whisper in her ear.

My lips collide with hers. I feel the heat of her body glow through them; they are hotter than the sun itself. As our lips part, my breathing becomes heavy. Her mouth opens to play with my lower lip. My hands land on her tiny waist, and I pull her tightly against me. I kiss her with so much power and passion, exploring her mouth carefully with my tongue.

My erection is wet and hard and throbbing, pressing in the inside of her thigh. All I need is to do is move an inch over, and she will be mine.

"God, Anastasia, I want to fuck you so hard, but not until you beg for it."

My hands slide up her waist to her breasts. She moans in my mouth as I squeeze them firmly. Her small nipples grow hard and erect as I pinch them between my thumb and my index finger. We fall down on the bed with her quivering body beneath me. I pulled her hair off her shoulder and kiss the length of her neck. I move down to her breasts, and I catch one of her nipples between my teeth and pull it gently.

"Sebastian!"

I ignore her but softly kiss her succulent nipples instead. Her entire body quivers beneath me as my tongue teases her little brown pearls. Slowly I move down her stomach, gently kissing every inch of her glowing skin. As I approach her sweet softness, the muscles in her stomach tighten. She spreads her legs wider apart like she is inviting me in.

"Fuck Anastasia, you taste better than any taste that has ever fallen upon my tongue; I just want to taste more and more of you."

"Sebastian, what has gotten into you?"

"If you don't want me to, then I understand."

"No, it is not that I don't want you to; you are just acting strange."

"Do you want me to stop Anastasia?"

"No, Sebastian please don't stop; I want you to."

She slides her hands through my hair and knots her fingers in it; she slowly pulls me closer to her, so close that I can smell her. The sweetness of lily and a touch of powder fills every corner of my senses. She is a breath of fresh air on a bed of wet flowers that is burning hot in the sun. Just thinking of letting myself get lost in her sends a pure ache of craving to my very much throbbing erection.

I look up into the raging oceans that are her eyes to make sure that this is what she truly desires, for I know now more than ever that I do. Every time she thinks of my tongue, this shall be the place that she shall be reminded where it has been.

"Sebastian."

"Ssshhh, Anastasia. Close your eyes and enjoy it."

I gently part her legs even further; there is a slight tremble of anticipation in them. My fingers slide down the inside of her thighs, then I dig them into her ass and pull her even closer and closer by an inch. My hot breath sends shivers over her body, and I hear her softly whimpering my name. Give me just another half an hour; then she shall be screaming it over and over again.

I take but a moment to admire her. She has small and thin lips; she is compact and ever so tight. There is nothing but a tiny strip that leads you to her most desirable part. Her lips are a lovely rose pink, and god, how surprisingly wet she is. Her sweet softness and the deep intensity of her wetness sends an undeniable ache to my throbbing erection that is dripping on the inside of my thigh.

I trail my fingers down with my tips only grazing her clit; then I gently sink in between her lips. I circle them in slow motion through the wet path that leads me to her entrance. Without even hesitating, I push my finger through ever so deep into her. I wait for a second, then slip in another. She gasps as I knot them and start to pump in and out of her. The sounds of the thrusting in and out of her pussy are like music to my ears.

I stop for a second and wait until she meets my eyes. There are mixed emotions of lust and confusion on her face. I swear if she could shoot daggers, I would be dead.

"Are you okay, Anastasia?"

"Oh, god, Sebastian! Why did you stop?"

Unable to resist any longer, I press my lips against her. My tongue rolls out and slides through the soft wet valley up to her clit. As I press my tongue deep into the center, her body starts to quiver. I start to flick my tongue ever so skillfully against her hard pearl. I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her, matching my tongue to the same rhythm. She gasps at the ever-deepening probing of my tongue into her slippery softness.

With my hands firm on her thighs, I try to keep her hips from moving; her body is beyond her control. As I continue to play my tongue around her clit, my fingers only increase the speed that I am pumping into her. I can feel the heat starting to build up in her body, and I know she closes.

"Anastasia, I am going to make you cum."

She only nods, for she is unable to even form a single word. I smile at her with a near, satisfied grin. I got her close to shattering, now only one little push, and she falls over the edge.

I slip my fingers out and replace them with my tongue. I drive my thumb into the center of her soft spot and start circling her hard. My tongue drives deep in and out of her. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, she is building up to a climax. The warmth in her body is near burning; her legs are shaking beyond a quiver.

"Let it go, Anastasia."

"Oh god, Sebastian."

I feel her clench tight, and her warmth erupts over my tongue. With one last lick, I move up her body and drop down next to her.

She is a beauty to behold, but she is a beauty that has betrayed me once again. The first time forgiveness came with great pain, the second time it will be near too impossible. I have made my orders clear, any Vampire that betrays me shall meet only but one fate. Death.

So it is without hesitation that I retrieve the dagger under the pillow where she did not see me place it. I clasp it ever too tight in my hands, slowly raising it above my head. With pure brutal force, I bring it down.

"Sebastian! No!"