Hellbound Heart

"Can you see how beautiful and hot you are right now?" he asked but words had failed her. She was not sure if he actually posed that question for her to answer or was it just to draw her attention to her current state that was reflected in the mirror. Whatever it was, she was in no shape to answer him anyway. But her eyes were drawn to the reflections in the mirror and could not look away at all.

In it, Elle could see him behind her, his large body framing her smaller one and she could not believe the scandalous sight that was displayed so shockingly. Had he been watching them both in that mirror the entire time since they had started?

"Now, now… don't stop moving those sexy hips. Grind yourself against me. No, don't take your eyes off the mirror, princess." He murmured. There was something just so deliciously intense and sinful in his voice as his eyes gleamed while he stared so passionately at her through the mirror. And she could not quite tell if that look belonged to a predator preparing and planning to consume his prey or a lover worshipping her, or both.

However, her body listened to him, to his every command. And all she could feel was pleasure and more pleasure. So much that she suspected her IQ would continue dropping the longer the time she spent being in his arms.

"F*ck yes. You're so hot. What a beautiful wench you are… yes, keep watching. Watch just how hot and beautiful and ravishing you are. Watch how you bloom and respond so wonderfully in my hands."

These rumbling whispers in her ears had her feeling like she was going to lose herself completely. The fire he had ignited now had raged and turned into an inferno. A heavenly inferno.

When he worked her faster, Elle felt something tight coiling within her, intensifying the more he grinded his palm down on her nub. Every inch of her flesh seemed to emanate spikes of intense pleasure, causing her breath to hitch continuously, threatening to cut off her breathing at times.

It was as if Sebastian had already mastered playing and controlling her, as for every place he touched now only served to send her floating into the heavens. Everything he did was just right, just perfect. There was nothing that felt bad. Nothing was off.

He doubled his pace, gliding and diving his digits harder into her. The wet, erotic and scandalous sounds mingled with her pants and moans. Something big and amazing was coming… she could feel it. She was coming! And she could already tell this would be the kind of orgasm she has never experienced before.

At exactly the right moment, he gave her what she wanted, needed, and then her pleasure exploded like never before.

She pulled and clamped around his fingers violently as she cried out, not even able to make any sense of what he was murmuring in her ears anymore. She only knew that he was speaking to her in that wonderful deep voice that could cause tingles to spark in her lower areas.

Everything was just shocking. Simply mind-blowing. And her mind was in bits and pieces.

But he did not stop his onslaught on her as if he did not want her orgasm to end yet. He kept on going, prolonging her bliss, until every inch of her tingled and sang and danced with inexplicable pleasure that it was bordering on painful.

"Gods…" his growl finally pierced through the fog that wrapped around her as she came down from that impossible high. She felt like she was now nothing but a heap of jelly. "You're the hottest wench I've ever seen. Look at you… f*ck!" His voice was ragged in her ears. "Look at this, baby. Take a good look."

He brought his hand that was glistening with her juices closer to her until it was literally right in her face. His hand was drenched and all she could do was stare at it. She could not even find a word to say. Her mind seemed to have short-circuited.

Then she was moved. He placed her on the bed, gently. She had expected him to drop her on the bed like what she had read during her research, but he once again did the unexpected.

"You're more than ready for me now, princess. F*ck, I can't wait to be inside that beautiful wet c*nt of yours." He said as he stood there, looking down at her like he cannot wait to devour her. His eyes gleamed with such ferocious hunger that it sent an uncontrollable and pleasurable shiver through her body.

And when he freed his manhood from his boxer brief, Elle felt like she was instantly jolted back to her senses. Oh, dear lord!

She unconsciously pushed herself up on her elbows and almost scooted back against the headboard in her alarm. Her eyes stretched wide as she stared at his length. He was bigger and thicker than she had ever thought. And those veins…

"Look at what you did to me, princess." His deep voice echoed as he half bit his lip. He looked like he was in disbelief himself. "Yes, you did this. It was you who made me this hard."

Elle swallowed as she looked up at him, a little alarmed. There was only one thing in her mind now. She was sure that huge thing would be painful if it were to enter her! Because… there was just no way it wouldn't! Right…?! Her heart raced frantically the longer she stared at his length.

He climbed on the bed and when he loomed above her body, Elle could not help but stiffen up.

"You're not going to tell me you're not ready yet, are you?" he asked, staring down at her.

What he said made Elle bite down on her lower lip. She remembered that they still need to go all the way. That they must do it tonight. They must! She had also told him so bravely earlier on that she was ready. But… oh lord…