Finale: Part Two

His hands trailed delicate patterns across my bare stomach, my breath heating up with each passing moment.

"Sebastian," I started, not knowing if I should interrupt such a fragile and intimate moment to tell him this.

"Holly," he said back to me, causing a smile to erupt across my lips.

"I-I love-"

"I know. "

"Ugh, just let me say it! I love you."

His smile was so big it could shatter a thousand stars in the night sky by its brilliance. I wanted to melt into a puddle at the sight and just become a part of him, a single entity together, forever and always.

"I love you too."

I was sure that my smile was just as big, if not bigger than his upon his admission of his love for me and that just made what we were about to do together that much more special, our breath coming in hot, thick waves.

The bed sank underneath our weight as he laid me down upon it and I sighed happily as his hands slipped my straps down my shoulders and exposed my bare chest to him for the first time, and I didn't shy away or try to cover myself. Not from the man I loved.

"Has anyone ever told you how truly beautiful and amazing you are?" he asked me and the butterflies that had been dormant in my stomach up until that point cascaded all around me and I found myself floating in a sea of ecstasy at his words, happily flying around in our own little world, shielded by the paparazzi and my parents and the people who tried to tear us apart.

It was just me and Sebastian, and I couldn't have been happier.

He slowly, languidly, torturously slid his hands down my body and I did the same to him, wanting to know how frustrating it was that he was taking his time. I flipped over to make sure that I was straddling him and ripped his shirt off of his body as quickly as I could, not wanting to waste any more time.

He chuckled low beneath me as I ran my hands through his silky soft black hair.

"Easy there, Red. We have plenty of time," he said and I knew that we had plenty of time, but it didn't make me want to go any slower.

"I don't care," I breathed out, not caring that my eyes must have looked both crazed and lust filled at the same time, my voice cracking from the weight of what we were about to do.

He flipped us back over so that he was on top again and I squealed a little bit in laughter at the sudden movement.

"Did you just squeak like a mouse?" he asked, and I laughed out loud at his comparison.

I hit him lightly on the chest, which was achingly bare, and mouthwateringly so.

"Hey, don't call me a mouse," I said, pouting a bit for fun.

"Maybe that'll be your new nickname, my little mouse," he said and I rolled my eyes in playfulness.

And then he grew ever serious, the teasing light in his eyes replaced with a hunger I'd never seen in them before, the green emerald that I had grown to love replaced with a darker army green color that made him look older, more dangerous, and somehow even more attractive if that was even physically possible. It was.

"Close your eyes," he commanded and I had to comply, I would do anything he told me to if he was on top of me like he was.

He kissed his way across my jawbone, eliciting shivers to go crawling through my veins. Slowly, leisurely he made his way down to my neck and then down my chest, worshipping my body with his mouth.

He made his way down my stomach, making me laugh out loud as he got close to my belly button, tickling me more than arousing me.

That is, until he found his way down to the apex of my thighs and kissed me everywhere, his tongue tracing delicate patterns into the wet folds of my most sensitive skin.

The sensations were all powerful, all consuming, and it was all I could do not to scream at the top of my lungs as my muscles tensed, hands gripping the sheets in a white knuckled attempt to keep my composure but it was of no use as I came undone on his tongue and writhed against his solid grip pushing me into the mattress, not letting up until I was panting and aching and begging him to stop because it was all too much.

His eyes locked on my own were filled with a passionate plea, one that promised an exquisite pleasure pain to come, and I couldn't bear the thought of waiting one more moment.

I let out a whoosh of breath as my legs began to shake from the force of the climax, and Sebastian looked up at me and positioned himself between my legs, rolling a condom out onto himself, my eyes bulging at seeing him for the first time.

"Are you sure?" he asked me, and I nodded my head frantically, a burning need smoldering within me that needed to be quenched and only could be by him.

Sliding the tip of himself at my entrance, slick with anticipation and the fruits of his labor, Sebastian entered me and I cried out from the sensation- the fullness not unexpected but also not unpleasant either, more uncomfortable at first.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I assured him, breath coming out in quicker pants and spurts as he rolled his hips forwards and back, gently and slow, almost like it pained him to restrain himself.

"Sebastian," I moaned, feeling the tingles begin to sweep through me yet again.

"Can I go faster? Are you okay?"

"Yes, more, please."

I was panting, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as I writhed my hips forward to frantically meet his, legs wrapped around his torso and my heels digging into his side as I used whatever traction I had to get him where I needed him- deeper, harder, faster.

Thrust after delicious thrust, his control slowly evaporated until we were nothing but two entities conjoined together by our equal wants and needs of the other's bodies, a tangle of limbs and sweat and lust and passion filled pain so delicate one more thrust could shatter it all around us.

A fistful of my hair became ensnared in his grip and the action sent forth stars erupting in my vision, a thrill of excitement darting to my center.

It was akin to the feeling of going over the climactic plunge atop a marvelous rollercoaster, the stomach dropping fall an intense and insatiable emotion so laced with power it could only be described as heart racing and stomach roiling.

"Do that again," I whispered huskily as his mouth found its way to my neck, our breaths matching inhale for inhale.

"This?" He asked, words tinted with the wolffish smile I already knew was splayed across his handsome features.

He tugged again and I groaned submissively below him.  I could definitely get used to that.

"Yesssss" I hissed out, feeling the need to have him do it again and again and again, only harder, more intensely than he just had.

"Put your legs down," he instructed and I complied, only for him to roll us so that I was on top of him and he was below me, and I was so out of my element...

I started to cover up my bare breasts in embarrassment but one twitch of his hips and that feeling of fullness almost sent me careening over an edge I hadn't known I'd been nearing.

"Oh my god," I moaned out, head lolling back as my spine arched and my own hips rolled in a circular motion on top of him.

"Yes baby, just like that. God you are so amazing," Sebastian groaned and my hands came down to his hair, trailing down his neck and then my lips followed my hands, nipping at the sensitive skin on the side of his neck and the hollow of his throat.

I lifted my hips up and down on top of him as I bit down a little harder and Sebastian's loud moan gave me his approval, so I began lifting myself up and down quicker, harder, matching the pace I wished he'd set earlier had he not been worried about being gentle with me.

Soon enough, I was sitting straight up across his lap, hands in my hair as his hands palmed my breasts and raked his fingernails down my back, capturing my hair and tugging my head back so he could sit up with me and attach his lips to my neck like I had done previously with him.

"Had I known you didn't want me to be gentle I would've been better before."

I laughed out throatily in response but before I could reply his hips jerked hard and I cried out, the feeling so deep and so spot on, it was jarring.

Over and over again he hit the center of my core, and I arched my back inwards so he could reach a hand down between us while the other stayed planted firmly in my hair, lightly pulling and lips planted on my neck.

One nip of his teeth against my sensitive throat and I was a goner.

It was all too much, the hair tugging, the hand between my legs, the bite and my god, did he know what he was doing with his best appendage, surging thrusts slamming into me over and over again until I couldn't breathe and then it was like nothing I'd ever known, two peaks coming together, converging in the middle as muscles spasmed and contracted and released, my cry of ecstasy so loud and untamable I was sure to be embarrassed in the time that followed.

Faster, harder, agonizingly so, Sebastian slammed into me after realizing I'd had my fill and then he went over his own ledge, grunting from the force of his orgasm and then we tumbled down the cliff together, falling back onto the bed in a heap of limbs and satiated desire.

I felt a calmness wrap around my body and a sereneness I had never felt before. It was a night full of first and feelings that were brand new to me. It excited me and scared me at the exact same time.

"I love you Holly," he said and I felt like sighing contentedly against his chest.

"I love you too, Sebastian Jennings," I said to him, and everything felt absolutely perfect, for that moment at least.

I knew it was too good to be true to say something was absolutely perfect, nothing in life ever was.

There were going to be fights, the press, paparazzi, the media dragging us both through the mud, there were going to be awful people trying to tear us apart with false magazine covers and people saying he's the father of their baby or I cheated on him all the time.

We knew it wouldn't be perfect, but for that small time being, it really and truly was.

With his arm stroking mine softly, almost like he was touching a fragile piece of china, I felt as if he thought of me as his entire world in that moment.

I looked up at him and into his ethereal green eyes and felt the love radiated back towards me in a rush of emotions that threatened to drown me if I let it.

My heartbeat synchronized up with his as I laid my head back down on his chest and fell asleep listening to the soft beating of our hearts.

The End.

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The end... Okay now I'm sad. It's over, it's really over.

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Royally Flushed!

I will begin on this novel shortly, you should see the cover and the first description up in a couple of days while I mourn the loss of this book. I'm seriously crying right now.

I might revisit this book to go over how their relationship works in the hollywood world, maybe like a one shot or something like that or maybe a full book, it all depends on you guys!

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When battles of heaven and hell collide, she will make her choice and she will learn the truth about who, and what, she truly is, whether she likes it or not.

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