Hellbound Heart

Excitement and alarm washed through Elle's entire being. If his hands were able to send pleasurable electricity as he touched her skin, those words of his had literally set her on fire, inside and out.

Warning bells echoed loudly in her ears, reminding her of her resolve. But her traitorous body chose to pretend not to hear them. Oh, dear lord, help her…

His hands that were capable of igniting a sensual flame in her, roamed freely over her torso, but elusively, teasingly, avoiding all the aching places. Those places that she was dying for him to touch.

Elle could only bite down on her lower lip to stop her moans from escaping, no… to stop her lips from slipping and actually asking him to touch her in those hot and aching places. She couldn't believe she was already on the verge of begging him to do so, in fact.

Soon, he turned the shower head off and held a bar of soap in his hand. As Elle looked at it, she could tell that it was a specially handcrafted one and seemed to be made for his specific use. Because, as he was lathering up the soap bar in his large hands, Elle could already smell the aromatic essential oils that were infused into the soap – lavender, geranium and a hint of juniper. He began to caress her skin languidly with his soapy hand, slowly turning almost every part of her torso all slippery and bubbly, sending warm tingles shooting down to her womanly place.

"How are you liking this, Izabelle?" he asked, almost kissing her ear, sending more shivers through her. His breath was also hot and moist, as similar as the warm and saturated air from the warm shower.

She fought to find a word, any word to say, save from the word 'please' that was hanging at the very tip of her tongue already. "H-how could this be a… punishment?" was the words that came tumbling from her lips. Oh lord… of all the questions…

His quick throaty chuckle echoed around the bath chamber, causing her to flush even redder, if that was even possible as she was aware she had long been looking like a cooked lobster since the moment he had torn her dress into shreds.

"Hmm… good question there." He uttered as his hand seemed to accidentally or purposefully brushed against her nipple. Elle's pulse thudded louder at his deliberate actions. Her already taut nipples became even harder with that simple and quick graze. Oh, dear lord…! She thought that if her nipples got any harder, they might even rival the hardness of diamonds and might as well be used to cut things.

"But I'm not going to answer you… with words… You should know that by now, right? I'll make you get your own answer soon… very soon, Izabelle. You just need to be patient." His voice was heavy with meaning, as his eyes twinkled teasingly.

And then he finally cupped her breasts in his warm hands – hands that Elle felt were scalding as they landed on her skin. The shocking wave of longing was all consuming as she waited for him to squeeze it, massage it, or play with it like what he done few nights ago. She wanted to feel that wonderful sensation again… so damned badly…

To her relief, he gave what she wanted quicker than she had expected. It felt different with the addition of water and soap. The slippery sensation as he kneaded her twin peaks with his wicked erotic hands was, oh dear, she was no longer sure if she could hold back her moans any longer.

However, this time, Sebastian was gentle. So excruciatingly gentle and tender that she found herself holding her breath. She waited for him to pinch her already rock-hard buds and twist them sadistically like he had done to her before. During their wedding night together. That night that she could not seem to get it out of her mind. Her mind was definitely getting crazier… crazier for him to do more to her. To treat her savagely as how he had told her he would whenever he is involved in sexual acts.

"S-Seb…" she could no longer hold herself back. If she holds on any longer, she thinks that she might implode and die on the spot.

"Hmm?" he purred lazily against her ear. She even heard the feigned innocence in his voice. Oh, dear lord, he was playing with her… was he not? Was this the actual punishment? That he's going to just continuously tease her until she blows up? Was he going to make her go crazy until she… until she was begging for him? Was he… was he trying to make her eat her words from few nights ago when she had told him that they will ever only have sex once?!

She wanted to jump into an ocean of ice to kill the fire that he had purposely ignited in her. But lord, there was no ice… only fire everywhere, even the air she was breathing at this moment was filled with sparks that would cause the inferno to blaze even bigger with every breath that she took.

"What is it? Hmm? My naughty wife?" he asked again as he continued his torturous slow and oh-so-gentle caresses on her breast. "Do you have something to tell me? Why don't you share what you have on your mind right now?"

"I thought you said that you don't do gentle? Or was I… wrong?" Upon these words coming from her red and luscious lips, she almost screamed at herself. Oh, my lord! What in the world was she saying?! Was she trying to provoke him into being that beast? She must be crazy!

His hypnotizing and throaty chuckle rumbled out charmingly that despite not looking at his face, she just imagined a very clear image of him, chuckling and flashing her that devastating dimple.

She was still burning with shame when his lips touched her ear again. "If you're talking about f**king, you're not wrong in the least. But baby girl… what I'm doing right now is… just bathing."