My body leaped on the bed as Sebastian flopped me on it with himself, kissing me hungrily. Our tongues danced together as I drew him closer because I couldn't get enough of him.

With Sebastian, everything is up in the air. He's like a fire that illuminates all of my wants, including ones I had never realized existed within me.

He peppered my face with kisses, making me giggle while he smiled back. I had no idea what was going on, or whether it was real, or if it was simply a dream. A magnificent dream.

And hence, I did the one thing everyone asks me to do; I lived in that moment.

I lean in and kiss his jaw while my hands caress his face and his stubble tickles my fingertips. It seemed like I was doing something intimate because he didn't do anything but gaze at me and continued gazing.

Our heavy breathing echoed throughout the room, while we just peered at each other.

"What?" I murmur, stroking his face.

"Nothing," he grinned as he leaned in and kissed my neck, causing me to close my eyes in bliss. I know it's not nothing, but I'm not questioning it anymore because of how amazing he was making me feel. He sucked and kissed my neck, making me quiver and let out small gasps.

He kissed my neck and sucked both nipples, sliding his tongue between my breasts, ''Oh," I moan and arch my back.

When his covered manhood brushes with my covered pussy, I moan while my pussy throbs with want.

He groans quietly, separates his lips, closes his eyes, and grinds his hips into mine once more.

We both groan at the stimulation, and I feel an irrepressible desire flow through my lower area.

"Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he groans as he grinds against me again. I remain silent and do not reply, primarily because it thrills my heart, and I don't want him to ever be weary of me.

His breathing gets heavy, and I know he is trying to control himself and wants to stop. I'm not sure where all my confidence comes from, but I lift my hands and yank the t-shirt off his body, tossing it across the room, watching his gorgeous chiseled abs.

I'm not sure what was reflected in my eyes, but when I met his, his smirk told it all.

It's strange how quickly my cheeks burned, but my confidence didn't waver. I latched my lips to his nipples and kissed them, exactly as He had done to mine.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I repeated the action with his other nipple making him vibrate on top of me.

''What are you doing to me?'' As his hands cup my pussy, he moans. I groan at the sensation and force him to sit up, then sink into his lap, rubbing myself against him.

Our breathing becomes ragged as the pleasure of rubbing rises.

"Arabella," he moans, grinding himself faster. Hearing the sound of it causes my pussy to throb harder and get creamier.

"What do you want me to do for you?" I bite my lower lip and murmur into his ears. He grinds faster as he stares up at me, desire whirling in his eyes.

I lick his abs and move in closer to his waistbands. He continues to grunt and moan as his hands yank my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

"Stop," he moans as I unzip his pants.

''Weird, because your actions indicate the exact opposite," I smirk in his ears, pulling his trousers lower as he sits up straight.

"You little devil," he moans, yet I could hear a chuckle in his ragged breathing.

I take his trousers down just as his manhood sprung through his boxer with a massive bulge. I gulp and lick my lips.

With a smirk, he rasps, "Like what you see." I don't respond, since everything is new to me, and it makes me realize how experienced he is, which makes me anxious right away. And before I could get him out of his boxer shorts, his hands stopped me. I raise my head to meet his lust-filled gaze, while I'm sure my own is filled with confusion.

"I want to devour you first, let me satisfy you first," he murmurs before stroking his fingers against my pussy, causing me to throw back my head and moan. I move my hands and make friction with his dick, while he moves his hands against my pussy.

When I stroke his manhood, he moans. We continue to groan as our hands glide in a pleasurable manner against each other.

"Fuck," he exhales as he quickens his pace, and I do the same. As we achieve our climax, our breaths travail and we both scream in pleasure; something wets my fingertips, causing my pussy to throb once more.

Is this what it's like to be horny?

"You would be the death of me," he says quietly, almost as if he's talking to himself.

I can't deny how secure I feel right now, or how desired I feel. It thrills my heart to see someone as attractive and beautiful as Sebastian was expressing himself to me, but I can't help but wonder if he's doing it to get to my pants, which, although is something even I want. It will still dampen my expectations for us.

"Seb," I murmur, sliding my hands through his locks; he hums in my neck kissing it; I close my eyes at the pleasure and continue, "Are you doing this only to sleep with me?" I ask quietly; I'm not sure if he notices, but my heart thuds in my chest.

He pulls up, frowns, as his jaws tick, while he distances himself from me, making me feel chilly and regretful of my decision to ask that question.

He sits in the corner, staring at the wall. I sit up and grab his face in my hands, bringing it in front of me, his eyes filled with rage, his teeth tightened, and something within me sinks at the notion of being the cause of it."Seb," I say, staring at him, "I'm sorry-"

''Don't'' he clenches his jaws and gets out of bed, running a hand through his hair,

Why did I have to ask that? I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. But I knew I had to do it because I know hundreds of females are being used, and even though I desire him, I won't be that for him. And, just like that, my feelings of grief are replaced with emotions of rage.

''I know I'm screwed up, you know. I am well aware that I am a fucking prick. And I know I fuck women every other night." I cringe, but he keeps staring at the wall in front of him, continuing, "But I never fuck them without their agreement. They know it's a one-time event for them, but you know what's funny?" he laughs, a forced and uncomfortable chuckle. ''Maybe it's karma, or maybe it's my sins coming back to haunt me, but I never imagined I'd be in their shoes," he says, bringing his gaze to mine, "you make me feel that way, you know." I gulped as I noticed the gleaming fury in his eyes, "I know I don't deserve you, but it doesn't stop me from desiring you. I fuck up, I always do, but why on earth would you disrespect my desire for you like that?" he whispers with his jaws clenched, ''I know I don't fucking deserve you and you just proved my place in your world," he greets his teeth and closes his eyes, ''This-this was a mistake, this shouldn't have happened," with that he exits the room, leaving me alone with a broken heart yet again.

And the sorrow I felt was incomparable to any other ache I had ever experienced.

"This-this was a mistake, this shouldn't have happened,"

His words echo in my ears. And just as I was placing on a t-shirt the feel of lips on my body still tingles but I ignore it, as tears began to fall from my eyes, and no matter how much I convince myself not to cry, they silently keep falling just as the pain never ceases.

And so my night goes; I hear the front door slam and close my eyes, knowing where he's going.

While my heart suffers another heartbreak, I am once again lonely and alone.