Hellbound Heart

Before Elle could even process what Sebastian had just said, he suddenly pinned her to the ground.

When he saw her smile fading and the twinkle in her eyes growing kind of dull, a near-violent emotion shook him hard. And he pinned her down, holding her damned tight as if to jail her under his body and never wanting to allow any possibilities of escaping from him. Ever.

He hovered over her, her body jailed between his legs and her wrists pinned beside her ears.

"S-sebastian?" She stammered out his name as she winced in pain from his rough handling of her person. Her stammered call of his name caused him to snap out of his own distractedness, belatedly realizing how tight he was holding onto her hands.

Then he saw his reflection in her widened eyes. His own eyes were no longer grey anymore, but blood red. F**k, f**K, f**k!!!

He cursed and cursed within him as a strong, gripping emotion squeezed his entire being like merciless iron chains. He could not believe what was happening to him. He could not believe how utterly f**king hopeless he was right now to even unknowingly damn himself like this. And the worst was, it happened right before her eyes. How could he have let this happen?! How did he become such a f**king stupid idiot who could not even hide his... f**k... this had never happened before... this was... madness!

A breathless, almost sardonic smile flashed across his face. He was certain now that when it comes to dealing with this woman, he would almost always be reduced to a chaotic and stupid mess, even without him realizing it.

Forcing himself to loosen up his grip on her, he drew in a quiet and deep breath. His eyes slowly turned back to their original grey hue and he watched the color of her face, as it blanched and turned pale from all color - into one of paper white.

"It seems that I had just successfully frightened the hell out of you, Izabelle." He uttered in a gravelly voice as he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. Feeling how cool the skin of her cheeks were against his own fingers, Sebastian suddenly wanted to bloody smack himself up the head so badly.

"What are you thinking right now? Could it be that you're thinking of running away from me now, hmm? My wife?"

Her lips opened and then closed. Then it opened again, but not a single word was uttered from her lips. She simply stared at him, completely frozen. It was as though her mind had been overwhelmed by the things that she had seen and could not process it smoothly.

He smiled again. This time, it was an uncanny smile that held so many conflicting emotions. He pinched her chin gently and then his thumb fell on her lips, dragging it across her plump lips slowly.

His eyes were devil-bright as he watched his own thumb moving over her lips. It was as if he was mesmerized with the actions itself. And when he dragged his eyes up to meet her eyes again, Elle finally was able to open her mouth to speak.

But he spoke first and said, "But it's too late now, baby..." he shook his head at her ever so slowly. "You can't run away anymore. It's too late for you, Iza..."

And in the next second, his mouth descended without warning onto her neck. His lips hungrily latched onto her snowy white skin and he kissed her there with a passion so wild that it was bordering on being violent.

Elle, who was still in the process of trying to recover from the shock, now gasped loudly at his unexpected attack. Her mind was reeling. There was pure chaos reigning within her... she was not even capable of logically thinking about what she should do, what she should say or if she was even able to think in the first place.

Everything was just too much for her to handle all at once, and her mind was utterly overwhelmed. It was like her main circuit board in her mind had short-circuited.

But as his lips continued kissing her neck, her body was instantly consumed by the fire of his mouth. Her paralyzed and shocked body was quick to awaken and slowly began to burn.

His mouth had set her on fire and she found herself gasping as he sucked on her skin and nibbled on her sensitive spots. She felt her mind start to go from the overwhelming shock and chaos to nothing but blankness.

And her hand moved up to his head, gripping her fingers in his dark hair as she pulled his head nearer to her.

He paused for a moment at her touch but in the next second, he continued with much wilder fervor, as if her touch had ignited something in him.

"Sebastian..." she moaned his name as her hands slid to twine into his thick dark hair. She wanted this. Needed this so bad. She wanted him to continue making everything that was in her mind right now vanish into thin air. She wanted him to turn her head completely blank... she wanted all the overwhelming things in her head gone and for him to lead her into blissful oblivion... right now, that was all she wanted...

So, she gripped him harder, letting her body take complete reign on her actions. Her mind was not involved. No thinking, no consideration. Just pure feeling and actions.

Sebastian pushed his knee between her legs as his mouth trailed downwards. His hands tugged at her dress and in one swift move, her breasts were exposed to the open air, the stars and to his burning grey eyes.

He groaned and then he gave one rosy tip a long erotic lick. His tongue circled her nipple, as if teasing and provoking it until Elle reached out and gripped and dug her nails into his powerful shoulders.