Claimed

        The marble counter was icy against Victoria’s bare skin. Sebastian stood between her thighs, eyes fixed on hers, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. She knew the marks would be there tomorrow - something about that thought made her shiver, sending just a little thrill under her skin.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered, then kissed her again, deep and hungry. She could still taste herself on his tongue, and that dirty, intimate flavor made her even wetter. Her pussy clenched around nothing as fresh slickness coated her folds.

Victoria’s hands moved, fast and impatient. Buttons scattered as she pulled open his black shirt, palms gliding over his chest. He felt strong and real - warm, solid muscle and a few old scars. She traced one of his scars and felt him tense, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Careful,” Sebastian said, half-laughing.

“Keep that up, this ends way too fast. Faster than either of us intends it to.”

“I don’t care,” she whispered, bolder than she meant. “I want you inside of me. Right now.”

He laughed, low and rough, undoing his belt with one hand. The other slipped between her thighs, two fingers sliding through the mess there, finding her clit and tracing slow circles that made her bite her lip in anticipation.

“Greedy girl. You’ve been dripping since last night in the garden,” he teased.

He freed himself from his trousers, and Victoria glanced down. He was thick and long, hard and already leaking at the tip. Her mouth watered, and her whole body tightened.

She grabbed him, stroking him, feeling how hot and heavy he was in her grip. Sebastian groaned in pleasure, pressing forward.

“Fuck. Victoria.”

Her name in his voice lit her up inside. She guided him to her, rubbing his head over her clit, teasing herself. The pressure felt so good that it sent a whimper from her throat.

He took control again, pinning her wrist gently to the counter. With his free hand, he lined up with her, pushing in just the tip.

God, the stretch. She gasped. He pushed deeper, slow, filling her with his thick cock until there was nowhere else to go. They froze there, breathing hard, completely joined.

“Perfect,” he rasped in her ear. “So wet, so tight. Like you were made for me.”

He stayed just like that at first, letting her feel every inch of him inside of her. Victoria clung to his shoulder, digging nails into his scarred skin. Her dress slipped, fully baring her breasts, her nipple stiff and aching for his mouth.

Then he started to thrust.

It was deep, slow strokes at first, each one hitting that sacred spot inside of her. Victoria moaned in ecstasy, head dropping back, pleasure coiling up through her body fast and sharp.

His pace grew faster now. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the kitchen. It was rhythmic, raw and hungry. One hand squeezed her breast, thumb circling and pinching her nipple. The other hand never let go of her wrist, keeping her pinned.

He leaned down and sucked a bruise into her neck, fucking her harder.

“Sebastian .. yes .. right there .. don’t stop-”

“That’s it,” he growled, breath hot on her skin.

“Take it. Take every inch. This pussy is mine now.”

His words tipped her over the edge. She came hard, shuddering, crying out for him. Her walls squeezed tight around his thick cock again and again, and her entire body shook with pleasure, breathless and wrecked.

Sebastian didn’t stop or slow. He fucked her right through it, then spun her around. He bent her over the counter, her chest pressed against the cool marble. Her ass was up. The dress was bunched uselessly at her waist.

He then thrust into her from behind, even deeper. Victoria sobbed out loud. He fisted her hair, tugging her head back to speak low in her ear.

“Again." He ordered. "Come for me again. I want to feel you fall apart while I'm inside of you.”

His other hand slid around, rubbing her clit in hard circles. It was too much, and too intense. She came again, gasping and moaning his name, body clenching down until fresh wetness ran down her thighs.

Only then did Sebastian let go.

With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. She felt him pulsing inside her, his cum hot and deep. His hips jerked through the last waves while his arms locked her tight to him.

They stayed like that for a long time, breathing hard. The silence seemed loud, interrupted only by their ragged breaths and the distant crash of the ocean waves.

Finally, he pulled out, slow and gentle, turning her in his arms to kiss her softly, with a kind of tenderness that surprised her. He brushed damp hair from her face.

“You’re staying tonight,” he said, like it was already settled.

Victoria just nodded against his chest. She felt boneless and so thoroughly satisfied. She could feel his cum leaking down her inner thigh as a warm, possessive reminder.

He picked her up like she was weightless and carried her up to the sweeping stairs leading to the master bedroom. As he lay her across the bed, something in the back of her mind whispered that there was no going back after this - that she was crossing lines that could never be uncrossed.

She shoved that voice aside.

Because with Sebastian wrapped around her, and her body still humming from being so thoroughly claimed, Victoria had never felt so on fire and so alive.

She didn't have the faintest idea of how deep the fire could burn.