Taste Of Sin

The kitchen felt golden and alive from the hanging lamps overhead. The marble counter was spotless - almost holy and sacred in how perfect it looked. Sebastian moved around it like he'd lived there forever, without an ounce of hesitation in his movements.

Dinner was simple but gorgeous: scallops seared just right, that nutty brown butter scent mixing with lemon, garlic, fresh herbs, and a crisp fennel salad. The whole villa smelled like a delicious promise.

Victoria perched at the island on one of those tall stools, her velvet dress sliding higher up her thighs every time she shifted. She kept her eyes on him while he plated the food. His hands, marked with old scars, moved so carefully. When he glanced her way, her heart nearly tripped over itself.

They ate slowly. The food was incredible, but Victoria barely noticed the taste. Conversation skimmed the surface - her upcoming art shows, his ideas for new restaurants - while something hotter hummed underneath.

Under the counter, Sebastian's foot found hers, and he continuously brushed her legs as they spoke. His gaze kept drifting to her mouth whenever she sipped her wine. At one point, when they were almost done, a little slick of sauce clung to her lip. He leaned in and wiped it away with his thumb, then brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.

That tiny, casual moment nearly undid her.

“You’re killing me, Sebastian” she murmured, her voice rough with the ache building in her.

He smiled - a slow, knowing curve - and came around the island. He nudged her stool so she faced him fully, then stepped right between her knees. Now she was eye-level with his erection straining against his trousers.

“Good,” he said.

“I want you desperate.”

His hands then slid up her thighs and pushed the velvet higher, bunching it around her hips. Cool air kissed her panties, and he noticed it immediately - the dark, damp stain on the pale silk.

“Fuck, Victoria,” he growled, voice all gravel and hunger.

“Look at you. Dripping for me already.”

Her cheeks burned, embarrassment tangled up with thrill. No man had ever talked to her like this before, so direct with his hunger. She should have pulled away, but instead, she let her legs fall wider. Sebastian suddenly took a mouthful from a bowl full of ice and pineapples and dropped to his knees, rough palms holding her open.

He pressed a slow kiss to her knee, then another, higher this time. She was involuntarily shivering.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” he said, looking her dead in the eye. “But I think you’ve been wanting this since last night.”

“I have,” she whispered, threading her fingers into his dark hair. “Don’t stop.”

That was all the invitation he needed.

He pulled her panties aside and ran his tongue through her wetness, slow and savoring. Victoria’s head dropped back; a ragged sound escaped her lips before she could stop it. He was shameless, licking every inch, circling her clit with just the right pressure, sucking it into his mouth until she gasped.

The only sound in the kitchen was his mouth on her.

“Sebastian… god…”

He hummed against her, and the vibration shot straight through her. Two of his fingers slid inside her now, thick and sure, angling just right, his tongue never missing a beat. She tried to adjust herself to get a little more comfort, but his free hand pinned her still on the stool.

He devoured her like this was his favorite meal, starting slow and then hungry and relentless as she started to moan, her thighs trembling against his jaw. The velvet dress slipped off one shoulder, baring even more skin. She was dangerously nearing the edge and was about to fall apart completely.

“Come for me,” he rumbled, voice rough against her skin.

“Let me taste how you break.”

His words pushed her straight over the edge, and Victoria shattered, crying his name. Her body clenched around his fingers, trembling through every aftershock while he kept licking and sucking her patiently, drawing it all out until she sagged.

When her shudders finally stopped, Sebastian stood. His lips shone with her. He wiped his mouth and looked at her with eyes so dark she nearly moaned again. Then he pulled her in, kissing her deep and letting her taste herself on his tongue. She melted into the kiss, her hands roaming and wanting more.

“My turn,” she whispered, her hands finding his belt.

Sebastian caught her wrist, firm but gentle, a wicked smile on his lips.

“Not yet, baby. Tonight’s about you learning how much you can take.”

A shocked expression danced on her face, but he smiled and lifted her onto the cold marble, the chill sharp against her hot skin. He shoved the velvet dress all the way up.

“I’m going to fuck you right here,” he told her, his words rough and honest.

"Until you forget your own name. Then I’ll take you to my bed and do it again. Slower. Deeper. Until you remember only who you belong to now.”

He unleashed a hard and claiming kiss on her, while he freed himself from his trousers.

Victoria wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight. Her heart was hammering now - fear tangled with wild excitement.

She’d already crossed the line, and she never wanted to go back.