Hellbound Heart

His parted lips moving gently against her throat made Elle freeze with shocked surprise. This man… why was he suddenly…

She felt his hot tongue lapping against her skin, and then he suckled on that patch of skin, hard. That had caused Elle to gasp out loud and unconsciously clung onto his broad shoulders. Her heartbeat raced like crazy as he continued kissing her, his mouth sliding along her throat and then sucking hard again at places that was just so sensitive that she trembled helplessly. Oh lord…

"Seb… Sebastian…" she uttered his name as she started to feel herself burn and melt. Why in the world was he doing this all of a sudden? Was he not about to… rush off?

Part of her wanted to push him away. To stop this sudden and complete turn of events before she ends up getting completely and mindlessly seduced by him again. She must step back before she starts grabbing him like she never want to let go.

"Sebastian…" her hand pressed on his chest as she called out his name once again with a shaky breath. Every time she touches him, it was as though her whole body would be mildly electrocuted, and she would experience a very pleasant shortness of breath. However, that would also render her mind to be in a daze and reduce the strength of her logical reasoning.

He finally stilled his movements. But he did not move or pull away. He seemed to have said something from the movements of his mouth, but Elle did not seem to catch it. All her senses had caught was his warm and moist breath that had puffed against the wet spot he had created on her neck, and Elle felt chills all over her at the feel of that hellfire-like sensation.

His hold on her had tightened and just as Elle thought that he was finally going to let go, he whispered, "once more." Her breath snagged and he latched his erotic mouth on her skin again. Oh lord…

"F**k… tell me to stop, Izabelle." He uttered in a bewitching voice which was a total contradiction to his actions as he continued kissing all over the skin of her neck. He was going hungrier, wilder. And that only turned Elle's body so much on fire that she had not noticed how they had even travelled from the middle of the room, right up to the door. He then pressed her against the closed doors and his mischievous, fiery hands began to caress her, starting from her waist, right up to her chest.

"Izabelle, you have got to tell me to stop. I need… I really need to… go…" he continued panting out. But though his words carried one message, his one hand carried another message as it slipped under her shirt.

Elle could hear the begging tone in his voice, but his words and his actions were saying and doing completely different things. And lord help her because her body seemed to not want her to listen to his words. It was very keen on just listening to the language of his body.

Maybe it was because she was still a little feverish, but her mind was also so weak right now. Her resistance was fast in dissolving and now it was literally nowhere to be found. Lord… she was supposed to be mad at him… and yet, here she was…

He jerked back on his own accord. His breath was labored as he looked down at her with those steel-colored eyes burning with a metallic grey fire. "You, naughty girl…" he smirked disbelievingly at this girl that was his wife. "When I was begging you to have me previously, you had refused me as though it would kill you if you had not. Now, when I am begging you to stop me, you don't. You really love to play hard-to-get with me, don't you?" he pinched her chin lightly. "Only you are able to treat me like this. You truly deserved to be punished like the naughty girl that you are once again." His tone was teasing, and Elle was reminded of the pleasurable things that were involved in Sebastian's interpretation of 'punishment'. And at that thought, her cheeks flushed and turned red in embarrassment.

And he kissed her throat once again. Only this time, he sucked on her skin so hard that Elle could not help but allow the moan to escape her mouth.

He pulled away, licking his lips as though he had tasted something deliciously sweet as he stared down hungrily at her. His intense gaze sent tingles zipping down to her lower abdomen. "Don't look so disappointed, baby. It's not that I'm cutting you off. We can continue this when I'm back, remember? Make sure you get yourself well prepared." He teased her in a dark tone, as a meaningful gleam flashed in his eyes.

And then he was gone. Just like that. Leaving Elle gaping at the door in a daze, utterly speechless and blazing with embarrassment, knowing exactly the reason why he had said those last lines of his. He had seen her desire for him. And it had been palpable!

…

Later that day, Elle went out to walk Snow White around the garden. It was somehow relaxing, finally being able to walk around after being locked up for five days in her room.

"Rion." Elle faced the man as she had released Snow from his leash to run around the garden.

"Yes, Princess?"

"Who's better at fighting between you and Raven?"

Elle's question caused Rion to blink in confusion. Raven who was on guard somewhere a little farther from them looked at their direction as if he had heard what Elle had just said.

"Me." Rion grinned, pointing at himself proudly. "But Raven's stronger and has an insane amount of stamina."

"I see…" Elle nodded. "I'm in need of a sparring partner. You're not too tall for me, so I think you're the best choice."

"Oh… Wait, what?!!" Rion's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He was completely shocked at the princess' unexpected words.