Chapter 37: Chapter 37

JASMINE

Sebastian’s lips were pressed against mine, his words resonating in my mind. ~I love you, Jasmine. I’ll always love you.~ His voice was deep, his breath warm against my skin, sending chills down my spine. I could feel the intensity of his love, so strong and unwavering, filling every part of my heart.

My heart pounded as he kissed me again, but this time it was different—more than just passion. It felt like we were having a conversation without words, our bodies speaking a language only we could understand. Every touch of his lips, every stroke of his hand, conveyed something deeper, something beyond desire.

It reassured me that I wasn’t alone, that I would never be alone as long as he was with me. And boy, did I need him.

I leaned into his touch, my breath catching as his hand explored my skin, leaving a trail of warmth behind. Every part of me felt alive, like I was on fire from the inside, and the only thing that could quench the flames was him—his touch, his kiss, the pressure of his body against mine.

And the way he always made me feel confident, alive, and cherished made me forget about all my troubles. The world disappeared, and it was just us.

My fingers clung to his back as he kissed me more intensely, my self-control slipping away with each passing second. I had never felt this way with anyone else, not even with Erik or Aaron.

Sebastian had a way of making me feel seen, understood, like he knew every part of me—my fears, my strengths, my weaknesses—and loved me even more because of them. He kissed his way down my neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin between my collarbone and shoulder, and I gasped, my body quivering beneath him.

Every touch was electric, sparking something wild and untamed within me. I could feel my wolf stirring, drawn to him in a way that felt almost primal.

“Seb…,” I murmured, my voice barely audible as I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, craving more.

My mind was foggy, clouded with desire, but there was something deeper than lust driving me now. It was the bond between us, the unbreakable connection that pulsed with every kiss, every heartbeat.

He pulled back for just a moment, his gaze locking with mine, and I saw everything in those deep-blue eyes—love, need, and something darker, something fierce and protective.

His thumb brushed across my cheek, and my heart tightened at the gentleness in his touch.

“You are my strength and my weakness, my most precious thing,” he murmured, his voice low and raw. “You’re mine, Jasmine. Always.”

The intensity of his words took my breath away, but I couldn’t look away. I felt the truth of them in my bones, in the way his heart beat against mine, in the way his body fit so perfectly against mine.

There was no escaping it—we were bound, not just by fate, but by choice, by the love we had built together.

“I love you too, Sebastian,” I whispered back, my voice shaking with emotion. “So much.”

The words seemed too small to express what I was feeling, but before I could say more, his lips were on mine again, claiming me with a fierce, almost desperate passion.

The world around us faded, and all that was left was him, the way his hands held my waist, pulling me closer, the way our bodies moved together as if we were made for each other.

I could feel his need, the raw desire in every touch, every kiss, and it mirrored my own. My hands slid down his back, pulling him against me as I lost myself in the heat between us.

My skin was on fire, every nerve ending tingling, as if we were on the brink of something explosive. His hand slipped beneath my shirt, caressing the bare skin of my waist, and I moaned softly against his lips.

He pulled the fabric up and gently removed it. Sebastian’s touch was as if I were something precious, something he couldn’t bear to lose, and it made my heart swell with a mix of love and desire.

Sebastian looked at me as his fingers moved to my back, unclasping my bra. I watched every movement, afraid to move and shatter the bubble of pleasure he had enveloped me in.

Every touch sent an intense jolt through my body, while through our bond I felt an intense peace from him. Sebastian was that—he was calm; he was the peace I needed to balance myself.

He was a study in patience, his calm demeanor never wavering, even when I could tell he was itching to tear my clothes off and claim me in one swift move.

His fingers found the button of my jeans, undoing it with a slow deliberation that had me arching my hips so he could strip me bare.

Yet, with him, I felt so secure that even in my nakedness, I didn’t feel exposed—I felt cherished.

Sebastian’s lips found mine again, trailing a path downward until he reached my core. His touch caused me to squirm beneath him.

As his tongue found my clit, I cried out his name, craving his touch, yearning for it to never cease. He used his patience to my benefit, his every move designed to unravel me.

My body responded to his touch, and Sebastian knew just how to push me to the brink. I could feel my pleasure mounting, my breaths coming in quick gasps, and I knew I was teetering on the edge.

My fingers tangled in his hair, a desperate attempt to keep him close, as I was catapulted into an orgasm that I didn’t realize I was so starved for. I writhed under his touch, feeling as if my very soul was being drawn out of my body.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed him—needed all of him, in every possible way.

My body moved of its own accord, pressing into him, my fingers clumsily tugging at the waistband of his pants, desperate to feel more of him, to bring us even closer.

“Sebastian,” I whispered his name, a plea on my lips. “I need you.”

His blue eyes darkened with a desire that mirrored my own, and he kissed me with a renewed fervor, his hand sliding up to cradle my face as he murmured against my lips, “You have me, Jasmine. You’ve always had me.”

His words sent a wave of emotion crashing over me, a reminder that no matter what obstacles we encountered, no matter how dark the world around us became, we would always find our way back to each other.

I tugged his pants down, my hand immediately seeking out his thick, hard length. I needed him, and he knew it.

I guided him to my entrance, and Sebastian entered me, his blue eyes never leaving mine, holding me captive with his gaze as he studied my every reaction.

A low moan slipped from my lips as I was filled with pleasure—and with him.

I could feel our mate bond resonating within me, while our bodies echoed the sentiments that words couldn’t express.

Sebastian moved slowly, his body reacting to every inch of me. I could feel my climax building, and he knew it. His fingers found my clit, teasing me and bringing me to the brink until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I came, my walls clenching around him, and his guttural moan was accompanied by his own release.

Afterward, I smiled because he was my best friend, my lover, my mate—everything I needed.

And in that moment, as our bodies entwined and the weight of the world seemed to vanish, I knew one thing for sure—there was nothing more powerful than this, nothing stronger than the love that bound us.

And no matter what lay ahead, together, we could face anything.