Isla went from half-drunk to dead drunk in just half an hour. Her reasoning had dulled, and now, she was operating with her instinct. While Sebastian was messing her up, her body reacted with her muscle memory. Her consciousness was on and off, awakened by intense pleasure.
But there was one thing she kept mumbling, like a chant. It was akin to a spell that kept Sebastian moving for her. Thrusting, pounding, tossing, and turning her away. It was his name.
"Sebastian... Sebastian... oh... Sebastian..."
No more. Her voice led him to ecstasy, the world where there was no right and wrong. The world where she was the only thing he had eyes on.
He kissed her, drowned in her, lost in her hex, completely.
"Be mine... forever. You are mine throughout the heavens and earth. My wife..."
Sebastian clasped her waist, burying himself deep inside her. If it weren't for his unconscious desire to avoid causing her harm, he would have used his full power to unite them more vigorously.
