Sebastian's POV
I should have made her wait a little longer, but there's nothing I can do about it at this point.
It was the gentle question from the rural girl who revealed the one thing I'd been hoping to hear all along.
It was as if she was about to say something when I stopped her by kissing her on the lips, something I'd been dying to do for a week. At the same moment that my tongue parts her lips, I wrap a hand around her waist and squeeze her back. Her constraints force her to adapt to my chest in the best way she can, yielding to each swish of my tongue as I explore every aspect of her mouth with my tongue. The first time I taste her, she had a stronger flavor than I anticipated. In my mind, I want to cover every inch of her body with mine and impale her repeatedly and without hesitation. Besides, what's the fun in rushing through the process?
