Sebastian pressed his hand against her ass and pulled her flush into his hardness, and he felt her stiffen for just a mont, as though she hadn’t been prepared for that part of him to be pressing so insistently against his trousers like that. He didn’t give her the chance to dwell on it, moving his mouth hungrily against hers and drawing her attention away from his erection.
She instinctively pressed the full length of herself against him in return, one hand fisting in the fabric at the back of his neck as she pulled him down harder into her. Viola heard him let out a sound she had never known a man was capable of making, low, rough, and it sent a slow, heated curl through her stomach.
Every line of her body was molded against every line of his, and Sebastian wanted nothing more than to feel that sa press of her against him, only without the maddening, insufferable barrier of their clothing between them.
His erection throbbed with sharp insistence when she unintentionally rubbed against him again, chasing his tongue and following the movent of his mouth, her soft breasts pressing warmly into the hard plane of his chest, and he realized with startling clarity that he needed to stop now, before he lost full control of himself entirely. Because this little unpredictable hellcat was going to be the absolute death of him.
He lifted his head abruptly, breathing hard as he looked down into her face. Her eyes were glistening and her nose was flushed pink along with her cheeks, her lips parted as she drew unsteady breaths through them.
Her hooded, hazy eyes stared up at him, and unable to help himself, he leaned back down and pressed one soft, quick peck to her glistening, swollen lips, and felt her follow his mouth upward with her head as he pulled away, chasing him without even realizing she was doing it.
"If I kiss you again I won’t be able to stop." He murmured against her lips.
She imdiately caught herself, blinking as though coming back from sowhere far away, and turned her face aside with unmistakable embarrassnt, biting down on her lower lip. He slowly set her back down fully on her feet, and then ran his fingers gently through her wonderfully tangled hair as he began to say,
"I was not making out with Leni. She tried to seduce , but I didn’t give in." He spoke softly, bringing his hand up to cradle her flushed cheek. "If you don’t believe , co back with to my office and I will prove it to you. I have caras covering every corner of that office, you can watch the entire footage yourself, with sound." He reached out and took her hand to pull her along, but she quickly shook her head.
When she spoke, her voice had gone small and quiet. "There is no need. I... I believe you." She whispered, feeling plainly ashad of her behavior and the way she had let her anger completely take over her. How could she have lashed out on him like that?
She had forgotten entirely, how Leni was a two-faced snake who wore innocence like a costu while being nothing like the image she projected. And besides, if Sebastian had truly been making out with her, he would never have been so willing to walk her back to his office and show her the evidence that he wasn’t. She had let her distrust devour her common sense...
"You believe ?" Sebastian questioned softly, looking down at her bowed head as though she were carrying the weight of her own embarrassnt. "Why do you believe now when you were not willing to even a mont ago?"
Viola pursed her lips, wrapping her arms around herself as she stepped back slightly.
"I just believe you. I got too hotheaded and didn’t wait a mont to rember how scheming a woman can get, especially Leni. I’m sorry for my reaction, it was completely unnecessary..." she said, turning to walk away from him.
But Sebastian caught her wrist, stopping her.
"It’s okay. No apologies needed. I’m nothing like Evan, I want you to know that. And if I ever were to cheat, which I won’t, I wouldn’t hide it."
Sebastian told her, and Viola felt a small but real rekindling of the fragile trust she held for him flicker back to life. He didn’t seem like a man who concealed the truth, he had even told her about the curse and the fact that he couldn’t mark her, when he could easily have kept that from her.
"I know. It must be your mark confusing my head," Viola muttered quietly, as she had no other excuse for the intense emotions she had experienced a while ago, or for what had even possessed her to kiss him just to appease him. All she knew was that she had wanted to do anything to make him stay, and now that she wasn’t kissing him, her body was still alive with the mory of the way it had rubbed so intimately against his.
Her nipples felt hard as paddles, erect against her pajama shirt, and she suddenly wanted to hide them by lying down on the bed beneath the blanket, out of his sight.
"Let’s see to your feet first," Sebastian told her as she began to move toward the bed again, as if wanting to escape him for so reason. He almost found it amusing that she wanted to run now, when she had kissed him so willingly and hotly, arousing him to a limit he hadn’t thought he could handle. Did she have any idea how his body was demanding that he take her?
Sebastian bent down and lifted her onto the bed without ceremony, and she offered no protest as he sat her down at the edge and crouched to examine the soles of her feet, which were already bleeding from the broken fragnts she had walked across without flinching.
He moved around the room, found what he needed to clean the cuts and apply an ointnt, tended to her feet with quiet efficiency, and then swept the broken pieces off the floor before returning to the bed where he had laid her down.
Viola had been holding her breath the entire ti she watched her husband move around the room, cleaning up the ss she had made, and she felt quietly guilty for all of it. Shouldn’t she be the one cleaning up the ss she had made? He cleaned everything, carefully picking up every little piece to avoid any accident.
But then the mont he moved past her, his scent drifted to her nose, and beneath his own familiar warmth was the sharp, clinging trace of Leni’s perfu, pressing against her senses. A wave of sharp irritation moved through her stomach, and the bond the mark had created inside her recoiled from it instinctively.
"If you want to stay here tonight, which I think is the reasonable thing since we are married, you will have to get rid of your clothes. You sll awfully like her." She told him, pressing her lips together as she looked up at him, and he grinned down at her.
His silver eyes glimring with quiet mischief, Sebastian sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her with open amusent. "If my wife doesn’t like the scent on my clothes, she can take it off herself, or she can put up with her husband lying beside her slling of another woman’s cheap, disgusting perfu."
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