The Prodigal Descendant (AlphaxOmega) | ✔

29. Sebastian Atlas Evans

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A/N: Lucky me, I had forgotten that I had backed this in my google docs and found this. The original book that had all the restricted chapters from all my books was deleted by Wattpad :( 

But go on now, enjoy!

Chapter twenty-nine:

Cyra was softly caressing Sebastian's face.

"Cyra I've wasted enough time trying to run away from all of this. I don't want to waste any more," he softly said, their proximity making his lips brush against her every time he spoke.

Cyra smiled. "I'd like that," she said and sealed her words with a kiss.

She pulled him on top of her as he eagerly complied, his knee pushing her legs apart. She gasped when she could feel his bulge on her core. Pulling away, she started kissing along his jaw as her hands went to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him. She moaned as he tugged at her bottom lip and rocked himself against her. Her scent intoxicating him.

Her heart was beating erratically in her chest in anticipation. HIs warm weight deliciously crushing her. His hands traced down her breasts to the end of her top and took it off her. He had seen her naked before but right now, he felt more pumped; he didn't hold back as his mouth quickly took her nipple in and nibbled and licked it, making Cyra arch her back, wanting him to take more of her in. She yelped when he roughly pulled down her shorts before coming back down on her as his mouth returned to her other breast and his hand found its way to her core.

"Sebastian," she moaned, her fingers raking through his hair and pulling his head closer to her.

He lifted his head from her chest to kiss her again. He hadn't ever done anything like this with anybody before. But doing it with her--being so intimate with her, it all felt so natural. He let his instincts take over as his need to be with her grew. He wanted to be with her--in all senses there was.

Feeling his fingers slowly tracing her was making her go crazy as she tightly wrapped her legs around his naked torso and grinded against his hand. She groaned in annoyance but quickly stopped when he took off her underwear.

"I think you should take your clothes off, too," she panted out and her hands urgently tugged at the waistband of his pants as he helped her take it off. Her hand went down to cup his bulge and hummed in appreciation. "And these," she said and pulled down his boxers.

His face went to rest in between her breasts as he sucked and kissed his way around, getting more rough when her hand went down and rubbed him. His need to claim her and fuck her overpowered his nervousness.

He rubbed his fingers down on her soaking core. "So wet for me," he whispered in appreciation as he thrust his finger inside her making her moan. He couldn't resist as he put his mouth over hers and fucked it with his tongue as he finger-fucked her. When he could feel her trembling under him, he pulled his fingers out.

"Sebastian," she moaned, desperation leaking from her words.

Putting his fingers in her mouth, "Suck it, Cyra." She couldn't look away from his eyes as she sucked on it and withered on the bed, hoping to get some sort of friction to ease her ache.

"You want me, baby?" He asked, kissing along her jaw as his hand rubbed her thigh, loving the feel of her skin under his fingertips.

"Yes," she purred. "I need you."

He groaned at her words as he slowly entered her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and flinched in pain.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his concern taking over as he stopped, about to pull out.

"No. I'll be fine," she assured him softly. "Kiss me."

He did as he was told as he took her mouth in a bruising kiss, trying to distract her from her discomfort.

"You can start moving," she said after some time, having gotten adjusted to him.

He slowly started pushing in and out of her, trying not to hurt her but when she wrapped herself around him and begged him to go harder, he couldn't hold back. His worry about screwing it up was thrown out of the window when he looked down and saw her head thrown back. He went as deep as he could into her, giving her slow, long strokes and watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. His hand went down to play with her clit as he slowed his pace down again and grinned looking at her whine in frustration.

"Cyra," he softly moaned when she started thrusting her hip up towards him, wanting to get the release he was denying her from.

Pulling her closer to him, he started pounding faster into her making her tightly grasp the sheets in her hands to hold back her screams.

"Fuck, baby," he said as he went at an unbelievable pace as his thrusts got sloppy.

"Oh, fuck! Don't stop. I'm so close," she screamed in broken pants as she tightened her arms and legs around him and buried her face in his neck. "Mark me, Sebastian," she moaned out against his neck as she sucked on it.

He did not have to be told twice as he felt his canines elongate and his mouth went to the crook of her neck and sunk his teeth into her, feeling the blood drip from her wound as he felt waves of pleasure and power course through him. He pulled back and licked her wound clean, even the taste of blood which under other circumstances would've repulsed him, now delighted him. She screamed and shook violently in his arms as she came undone.

After a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulled out and rubbed his cock that was covered in her juices before he came on her. He came down from his high, feeling so at peace as he felt satisfaction and happiness in him. Getting off the bed, he went into the en-suite and brought out a wet towel and wiped her clean.

A few seconds later, she felt him getting into bed and lay his head on her chest. She had the strongest of urges to hold him close to her; her feelings for him having grown exponentially as she pulled his head up to hers and kissed him like it was the end of the world.

"Sleep now, baby, you must be tired," he said, seeing her eyes get droopy as her heart beat softly in her chest.

"Good night, Ian," she said, still in complete awe of him.

"Good night, Cyra," he said, kissing the now healed mark on her neck as she smiled at the sudden burst of pleasure she felt at him touching the mark. She closed her eyes and drifted off to the most peaceful sleep she had ever had.

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