Hellbound Heart

Much later…

In the bathroom, Sebastian was standing under a spray of cold shower. One hand was braced against the marble wall, his head down, staring at Izabelle's bite mark that was decorating his other hand.

There was a slightly dazed look on his face and a glint of alarm and disbelief were dancing across his still gleaming eyes. The experience he just had with Izabelle had rocked him to his core. It was like an earthquake that he had never anticipated would happen to him. Ever.

Rubbing his wet face with his palm, Sebastian combed his hair back and tilted his face up to let the water cascade down from his face. He stood there with his eyes closed for an immeasurable amount of time before he suddenly clenched his fists. One would not know what was going on within that mind of his and would expect that he was relaxed and calm, looking at his seemingly unruffled expression in the shower.

But with a tightened jaw, Sebastian's eyes flew open and when he looked down, he saw that his manhood was still as hard as a rock. A curse was torn from his mouth as he reached down and jerked himself off with the hand that Izabelle had bitten.

…

The room was utterly quiet when he returned. He silently stood there, leaning against the wall while focusing intense eyes at Izabelle who was lying on the bed. It took him long minutes before he moved and approached the bed.

Looking down at her, Sebastian's gaze bored into that fair and lovely face that was now peaceful in sleep. She had immediately dozed off after that one round, leaving him no other choice but to force himself out bed and into the bathroom to go calm himself.

Carefully lifting the covers off her, Sebastian sat beside her nude form and silently started to clean her up. He never does this. Maybe because he usually just left immediately after the act. He never sleeps next to a woman after having sex with them. And yet here he was, even handling her like she was some fragile vase. He could not explain the reason, but all he knew was that this woman was making him do things that he usually never even considered, ever since the night they met. And he hated that. He hated how she could influence him so easily.

Yet tonight… f*ck. He had come to realize how dangerous she was. For him. And the most surprising thing was that, despite how crazy she had unexpectedly turned him, he actually did not choke her in the act. Whenever he starts feeling crazy good, Sebastian usually always reaches out for his partner's neck. And he would never be able to reach his climax unless he chokes them.

So tonight, he was not expecting to feel good much less to even climax, given that he had strictly told himself never to do that to her. At least not tonight, for her sake and his as well. Because his entire family was obviously infatuated with Izabelle that his sister-in-laws even reminded him to take extra good care of her. Alexander even personally told him to treat her well. And Sebastian knew what Alexander really meant when he said that, because the man was already aware about how he played in bed.

That was why he had planned to just give her what she wanted. He had planned to drive her crazy. To make her realize how naïve she was to tell him she was going to have sex with him just once!

As planned, he knew he had succeeded in making her feel the epitome of pleasure that she had never forget and would crave for more afterwards. But what he had not banked on was her effect on him that was unprecedented. Completely unexpected. It was like a natural disaster he could do nothing about but just to ride it out.

And it was making him feel now that, between the two of them, he was the one who was screwed! Which was ridiculous!

Shaking his head, a small and wicked smirk flashed across his face. Something danced in the depths of his gleaming eyes as he stared at her peacefully sleeping face.

After staring at her like he was wondering what kind of a creature she was, Sebastian finally stretched out next to her, threading the fingers of both hands and placing them behind his head. He stared at the ceiling, wide-awake for more than thirty minutes until he felt her scooting over to him.

He stiffened a little at the feel of her seemingly fragile hand that had crept around his waist, but he did not do anything to it. He just allowed her to hug him and shared her warmth.

…

It was dawn when Elle finally woke up. She found herself spooned so intimately from behind by Sebastian that she did not dare to move for a long time.

Everything was shocking her right now. She could hardly believe everything that had happened last night and now this. The feeling that this moment evoked within her… with him holding her so intimately as though he held her dear, had her heart warming up. She could feel her heart melting and she could only allow her eyes to flutter close, wondering if it was a mistake to let herself revel in this feeling. Wondering if it was okay for her to expect that after what happened between them last night, perhaps something has changed.

She could still remember the sound of his voice, especially when he called out her name. She could still remember how insanely good he had made her feel… it was like they were imprinted on her insides and outsides. He had literally branded her as his.

When she recalled all the praises that she had heard from him during their joining, her face heated up. Her heartbeat raced and she bit down on her lips to stop a smile that was trying to break free.

He suddenly groaned behind her, causing her to still in his embrace.

And what she heard next had that smile quickly fading. Those words were turning her warmed up heart back to stone cold ice. "A… li… sa…" he muttered as his hold on her tightened. "… li… sa…"