Marrying the Stranger Prince ✔ (The Stranger Prince Series #1)

Chapter 18 : I'm Bad for You.

"I hate you, I love you. I hate that I love you."
- Gnash, I hate you, I love you.

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It was sweet and sour and everything she had never expected a kiss to be. He wasn't being gentle on her, he had given up control, just like her.

It was okay. She didn't want him to be gentle, anyway.

His lips moved around hers like he wanted to eat her. Like he had been starving since forever. And this time?

This time she kissed him back.

Her fingers knotted in his hair and he pushed her harder into the wall. She moaned against his lips, and she hated it.

Hated how she couldn't get enough of him, no matter what.

"Sebastian.." Adela whispered breathlessly, but it only encouraged him. His lips weren't leaving hers even for a second, and she loved the sting of the hard wall behind her. She loved how his hands were everywhere on her body.

He moved his hands down, from her back, slowly down to her hips.

It was torture. Plain. Torture.

Sebastian's lips moved down from hers and then he was at her neck. He was devouring her. Adela couldn't get enough. Couldn't-

-and then she held Sebastian's head in her fragile hands and brought his lips down to hers again.

This was something else. He had never felt something like this before. Ever. He held her by the legs and raised her so that he was between her legs and he was going crazy. Crazy. As her lips hungrily moved around his. Her hands were behind his neck, then came down to rest on his chest, and then they were going down. Down. Down. Down-

"No, Adela." Sebastian said hoarsely, and his lips were on her neck again. He just seemed to love that neck. She moaned and made sounds he had never expected he would bring out of her.

"Don't go there, Adela. That's fucking dangerous." He whispered against her neck, and he looked up to see her eyes closed tightly.

The way she looked right now. He could devour her. He wanted to. He wanted to trace every single part of her body with his lips. He wanted to drink her until he was too drunk to think anything but her. He wanted her. All of her-

-and he was so hard against Adela, his muscles pulled back, and she was going insane. Sebastian was torturing her. And she could tell how delighted he was. How satisfied. How he felt looking at her, so hungry. So starving.

She had never known how much she'd craved him until he lowered her so that her feet touched the ground. He was breathing hard, and she opened her eyes to meet his blue ones that were already staring at her.

His hands moved up to touch her face. But he clenched them into fists when they were halfway to her face and then he stepped back. One step. Two steps.

Adela just watched as he slowly moved back, until there was safe distance between them.

"Go inside, Adela." He said quietly, and he wasn't even meeting her eyes, "They must be worried about you."