Chapter 127 Mark Me
Emilia’s POV
Sebastian shifted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. My arms gave out and I collapsed forward, still on my knees as he drove into me from behind.
"Oh god, oh god, Sebastian..." I couldn’t form coherent sentences anymore.
He leaned down, his chest pressed to my back, and whispered in my ear: "Let go for me, Emilia. I want to feel you."
The orgasm crashed over me without warning. I cried out his name as my body seized, every muscle tightening around him in rhythmic pulses. Sebastian groaned but didn’t stop moving, staying with me through my climax until I was boneless and trembling.
When I finally came down, gasping for air, Sebastian carefully pulled out and turned me over.
I looked up at him, dazed and thoroughly satisfied, but he clearly wasn’t done. He was still hard, glistening, and the look in his green eyes was pure hunger.
He settled between my spread thighs, his weight supported on his forearms as he gazed down at me. This position felt more intimate somehow, being able to see his face, watch his expressions.
"Hi," I said breathlessly, unable to stop the silly smile spreading across my face.
"Hi yourself," he replied, his own lips curving. Then his expression turned serious. "You’re so beautiful like this. Flushed and messy and perfect."
Before I could respond, he pushed back inside in one smooth thrust. This angle felt different, deeper, more intense. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer with my heels.
Sebastian started moving, slower this time but no less devastating. He took his time with each thrust, slow and steady, like he wanted to remember every second. His eyes never left mine.
"I love looking at you," he murmured. "Love seeing your face when you’re with me like this."
I cupped his face with both hands and pulled him down for a kiss. We kissed deeply as our bodies moved together, finding a natural rhythm. I could taste myself on his lips, and somehow that made everything even more intimate.
My hands roamed over his chest, fingers finding his nipples. I pinched lightly and felt him shudder, his rhythm faltering for a moment.
"You like that?" I teased breathlessly.
"Emilia, don’t be a tease," he groaned.
I pinched again, harder this time, and was rewarded with a particularly deep thrust that had me gasping. Sebastian’s control was slipping. I could see it in the tension in his jaw, the wild look in his eyes.
His pace increased, each thrust harder and faster than the last. The bed creaked beneath us, but neither of us cared. I was climbing toward another peak, pressure building unbearably in my core.
"Touch yourself," Sebastian said softly. "I want to watch you, Emilia."
My hand slid between our bodies to find myself. The moment I did, combined with the feeling of him filling me so completely, had me teetering on the edge immediately.
"That’s it, baby," he encouraged, his voice tender. "I want to see you let go for me."
My fingers moved frantically as Sebastian’s thrusts became almost relentless. His cock dragged against my inner walls, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I was thrashing beneath him.
"Sebastian, I’m... I’m going to..."
"Come for me," he whispered. "I’ve got you, Emilia."
The orgasm tore through me like wildfire. My back arched completely off the bed, my body tightening around him so hard that Sebastian cursed. But he didn’t stop, prolonging my pleasure until I was breathless from the intensity.
As I started to come down, Sebastian’s movements became erratic. He was close, so close—I could tell from the way his whole body tensed.
Then he stopped suddenly, his forehead pressed against mine, both of us panting heavily.
"Emilia," he said, his voice rough and desperate. "I want to mark you."
My heart stuttered.
"I want everyone to know you’re mine," he continued, his green eyes burning into me with an intensity that stole my breath. "I want to claim you. Make you my Luna. My mate. Forever."
I stared at him, completely stunned. In the werewolf world, marking your mate wasn’t just some romantic gesture. It was sacred. Permanent. It created a bond that could never be broken, linking two souls together for the rest of their lives.
And Sebastian was offering it to me.
He was willing to bind himself to me. Completely. Irrevocably.
My throat tightened with emotion. This wasn’t just about sex or desire. This was him proving, in the most profound way possible, that I wasn’t temporary. That he’d truly let me into his heart. That he was willing to let go of Abigail for me.
"Sebastian..." My voice came out shaky. "Are you sure? Marking me means... it means there’s no going back."
"I don’t want to go back." His hand cupped my face with such tenderness it made my chest ache. "I don’t want to hold anything back anymore. I want you to know, without a single doubt, that you’re mine and I’m yours."
I was floating in a haze of pleasure and emotion, overwhelmed by how much I loved this man. How safe and cherished he made me feel.
How could I possibly say no?
"Yes," I whispered, threading my fingers through his hair. "Yes, Sebastian. Mark me. Claim me."
The relief and joy that flooded his face was beautiful. He kissed me deeply, pouring everything he felt into it, before his lips moved to my neck.
He resumed thrusting, harder now, chasing his own release. I tilted my head to the side, offering my neck to him completely.
"I love you," he breathed against my skin. "I love you so much, Emilia. I don’t ever want to lose you."
Then his teeth sank into the curve of my neck and shoulder.
The pain was sharp and immediate, making me cry out. But beneath the pain was something else. A warmth that spread from the bite through my entire body. It felt like my very cells were rearranging themselves, like something fundamental was changing deep inside me.
Sebastian groaned against my neck, his body tensing as he finally found his release. I could feel him filling me as the marking bond snapped into place between us.
The sensation was overwhelming. The combination of the mark’s warmth, the lingering pleasure, and the sudden, intense connection to Sebastian was more than I could process.
My vision started to blur at the edges. The room spun.
"Sebastian..." I managed to whisper before everything went dark.
The last thing I felt before losing consciousness was the strange, comforting warmth spreading through my body, changing me in ways I couldn’t yet understand.