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It's the morning after and Sebastian asks an important question. What will Willow say?

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Willow’s eyes slowly fluttered open and she found herself staring at the ceiling with a slow-twirling fan overhead. She lolled her head to one side, soaking in the sight of Sebastian slumbering peacefully beside her. She was used to losing lovers, but she wasn’t used to the idea of them coming back to her. Then again, Sebastian wasn’t a lover. He wasn’t like an old highschool friend, a college boyfriend, or a no-strings fuck buddy. Nor was he a mere lover. He was beyond that. The last time she saw him, she thought she had lost him for good—that he was out of her reach. Now he laid a few inches beside her and she could touch him.

She reached over and grazed her fingertips gently across his lips. A surreal feeling washed over her. He was tangible. Not a figment of her imagination or roaming in her dreams. This man was flesh and blood real.

A familiar ringtone sliced through the air, piercing through the moment. She crawled halfway over Sebastian’s body to reach for the device on the nightstand. “Hello,” she answered in a raspy tired voice.

“So how did it go with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome last night,” Farrah asked excitedly.

“It went,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder to Sebastian who seemed to still be asleep, “alright.”

“Why are you talking all whispery,” Farrah queried before she gasped. “Oh my god, is he there with you right now? Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Willow crawled backwards, removing herself from over Sebastian’s slumbering body before she climbed off of the bed and grabbed for her discarded red baggy shirt that lied on the floor, putting it on.

“Sebastian’s asleep,” Willow informed her sister in a hushed voice as she tiptoed out of her bedroom and down the hallway, making her way into the kitchen.

“Wait, what,” Farrah said in a startled tone. “I thought you went out with Jasper last night?”

“I did go out with Jasper last night, but then Sebastian came by afterwards,” Willow trailed off as she plopped down in a seat at the kitchen table. “He told me…he loved me.”

“Do you believe it,” Farrah asked skeptically.

“Do I believe that he loves me? I think so,” Willow replied.

“You think?”

“I want to believe, but part of me is worried—terrified even.”

“Um, yeah. I’d be worried too. He did drive you away with a pitchfork, Will,” Farrah said, “and you still don’t know much about him. He could be a killer for all you know.”

You don’t know the half of it, Willow thought. She placed a bent elbow on the kitchen table and propped her cheek against a clenched fist. “I’m worried that he’ll leave again because he thinks he’s trying to protect me,” she sighed softly, closing her eyes. “I’m terrified that I made a mistake in letting him back in.”

“What would he be trying to protect you from?”

Willow opened her mouth to speak, but her ability to speak hindered when she shifted her glance over to the kitchen doorway to find Sebastian watching—and listening to her—intently with his arms crossed over his board bare chest. She stiffened at the sight of him, her lips quivering and her hard-at-work brain trying to find words to utter.

She ripped her gaze away from him in near-shame and cleared her throat. “I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later,” Willow said before she ended the call, placing the cellphone onto the kitchen table. She tucked a stray hair strand behind her ear and cleared her throat once more, rising from her spot at the kitchen table.

“I hope I didn’t wake you,” she said with a weak smile.

“I’m a light sleeper,” he replied as he continued to stand in the doorway, blocking her escape.

She nodded her head slowly. “Right,” she said, “I forgot about that.”

Willow swirled on her heels and marched over to a cabinet to retrieve two empty clean coffee mugs. “Coffee,” she offered, wanting to eliminate the awkward tension that drifted between them. Last night, it was passion and the overwhelming desire to reconnect that consumed them. Now it was very clear to the both of them that there was much unfinished business between them that needed to be dealt with and concluded. However, Willow wasn’t sure if she had the strength to do it.

“No thanks,” he declined.

“More for me,” she said in a slightly irritated tone as she grabbed a can of grounded coffee from another cabinet and began the process of making a pot. As she busied herself with the task, she then asked, “How much did you hear?”

“Enough,” he stated, his voice much closer now. She turned her head slightly and used the corner of her eye to pinpoint him advancing towards her with careful steps as if he feared that she would run off like a scared doe.

“So you heard about my date last night then?”


“Well, you don’t have a right to be upset or jealous,” she said defensively, giving into the urge of pulling up a guard.

“You’re right. I don’t have a right to be jealous, but that doesn’t mean I’m not,” he said as he cooked his index finger gently along her cheek and down the curve of her neck. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she shivered at the caress before she grabbed a hold of his finger, brushing it off of her. Last night, she was fueled by an achy want that he coaxed out of her with burning kiss and gave into it headfirst without a second thought. She missed him. She missed him terribly, but he did more than just hurt her. He plunged a knife into her heart and twisted it counterclockwise. It was within her right to feel skeptical about his returned arrival back into her life, no matter how much she missed him—no matter how good last night with him was.

“Don’t, Sebastian,” she said as she moved past him and hurried out of the kitchen.

He followed after her, grabbing her by the hand. She halted in her steps, but kept her eyes forward as she didn’t want to stare into his eyes in fear that she would crumble and melt into submission. His fingertips grasped her chin and navigated her head to face his, but her eyes remained trained elsewhere.

“I fucked up bad, Willow,” he said. She bit down hard onto her bottom lip. “That’s what animals do. We do fucked up things. We have this tendency of hurting the people we care about and love.”

Her eyes snapped to him. “Do you love me, Sebastian? Or are you just saying it because I was a decent fat-girl fuck for you and you had an itch that you needed scratching last night, so you thought that telling me that you love me was a sure way to get me to open my legs?”

His hand released her chin and grasped the back of her neck, steadying her head at an angle. “Do you know how much power you have over me, Willow Carter? I’d carve out my heart and hand it to you on a fucking silver platter. I’d kill for you. I’d die for you. All you have to do is ask.”

His confession left her in a state of utter shock and left her heart throbbing hard against her ribcage and her knees weak.

“Marry me.”

Her eyes increased slowly in size. “W-what,” she gasped shakily.

“I want to love and protect you like a husband should for his wife,” he replied.

“Sebastian, you’re not thinking straight,” Willow trailed off. He responded by crashing his lips upon hers, coaxing a moan from her mouth as he dove his tongue inside to tangle with hers. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she melted into him. He backed her into a wall like he did last night. Her hands desperately framed his bearded face.

She broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

“By the end of this day, I want you to be my wife,” he groaned before his lips busied themselves with kissing hungrily at the lining of her jaw.

Her eyebrows shot upward. “Today?”

“Yes,” he growled as he squatted down slightly and wrapped his strong arms around her thighs, raising her up to tower over him as he walked back down the hallway into the bedroom.

“Sebastian,” she squealed. He laid her down onto the bed carefully and nudged her thighs apart, so that he could ease in between them. He planted a kiss on her neck and nibbled at a sensitive spot for good measure. Her lips parted to let out a breathless gasp and she arched against him. His calloused hands pushed up her baggy red shirt to reveal her plump stomach and fat rolls then her breasts. She raked her nails across the globe of his scalp before she gripped a fistful of his dark hair as his head dipped down and drew a nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue lashing at the hardened peak before he caught it with his teeth tugged it gently.

 “What about my family and friends? What about your friends? Your father,” she moaned before she tugged her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down hard as she relished in the sensation of his mouth lapping and suckling at her right nipple while his fingers of his left hand plucked and rolled her other nipple in a rhythm fashion.

Her nipple plopped out of his mouth. “This is about us. Not them,” he said in a dark tone that sent shivers down her spine and made goosebumps prickle across her brown flesh. His head descended down the valley of her body, nudging her legs over his shoulders.

Her head dipped backwards into the softness of the mattress and her hips arched up as she felt his thick tongue slide in between the lips of her wet pussy, licking her from bottom to top and back again. His groan of delight washed over her like hot water, burning her all over. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt the tip of his tongue circle around her clit, two fingers easing inside of her. She pulsed and twitched around those invading digits as they slid in and out of her at a delicious wild pace.

“I miss this,” he breathed, his hot breath fanning against her moist cunt. “I missed the taste of you so much, Will.”

His tongue teased the underside of her clit, lapping at it hungrily as his fingers moved in and out of her. Willow grabbed a pillow and placed it on her face, muffling the cry that tore from her throat as if she feared that someone else would hear them—as if she were ashamed of doing such a thing. Her thighs quivered as the rising tautness inside of her stomach grew more intense with each passing second. When his lips closed around her clit, drawing it inside of his mouth to suck and tease the swollen button with his teeth. He slid his fingers out of her and slid his hands under her bottom, cupping her ass and rising upward to bury his face deeper in between her thighs. He feasted on her, gripping her ass tightly—possessively—while she grew closer and closer that would be intense and beautiful.

When the moment of reckoning came, she screamed into the pillow she held tightly over her face. Every inch of her body shook and quivered as the orgasm tore through her. His working mouth slowed down to a snail’s pace as he lazily circled his tongue around her overtly sensitive clit before he trailed it downward to tease and taste the juices that oozed in a trickle from her opening. Her body went limp, tremors still coursing through her as she rode out the subduing waves of her climax.

He placed an affectionate kiss on her slit before he brushed her thighs made of jelly off his shoulders and slid back up her body, hovering over her. He pulled the pillow from her grasp, revealing her spent face. She knew he wasn’t finished for he had this dark look of determination and hunger that oozed from his face.

He jerked down the waistline of his boxer-briefs, his hard cock bobbing against her belly. He propped one hand by her leg to hold him steady for her while he used the other to rub his mushroom head against her slick entrance. She lolled her head to the side, her jaw dropping as a loud breathless gasp escaped her lips when he pushed himself inside of her. She was still tender from last night, but she loved the feel of him sinking himself deep inch by inch and didn’t want him to stop.

Sebastian pulled to the tip before he thrust himself back inside of her. He grabbed a hold of her left leg, propping it over his shoulder, pressing his weight forward as he slid himself in and out of her with a controlled force behind each thrust. He rotated his hips slightly as he rhythmically buried his cock inside of her.

“Mine. All mine,” he growled as he pressed his forehead against the crook of her neck as he claimed her over and over with a deliberate surge of his hips. Willow gripped the bedsheets tightly for dear life, gasping and moaning. The sound of wet flesh smacking against wet flesh coupled with the rattling of the headboard against the wall.

His. She couldn’t protest his claim over her because it was true. She was his. Every inch of her was his.

“Are you mine,” she whispered breathlessly.

“All yours,” he grunted out without hesitation, cocking his head back as he drowned in the pleasure, pounding into her with everything he had now. He removed her leg from his shoulder, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck to hold him close.

She could feel it now. The impending orgasm that burned inside of her lower belly. Her thighs squeezed tightly at his thrusting hips and her head tilted back deep into the pillow, her mouth gaping open as she inched closer and closer to release until it hit her hard. She screamed his name aloud. Her pussy squeezing and milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure burned her all over. He groaned in her ear, giving her a final thrust as he came, emptying his seed inside of her.

They laid there still joined for what seemed like eternity, slick with sweat that glistened in the morning light. Willow lazily stroked the back of his neck with her fingertips as she thought to herself. She thought back to what he had said to her earlier about wanting to get married by the end of the day. At first, she worried about what her family and friends would think or what his family and friends would think, but now she understood that he was right. It wasn’t about their family and friends. It wasn’t about their approval or disapproval.

It was about them only.

He was hers and she was his.

That was all that matter.

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she whispered.



Chapter End Notes:

Sebastian and Willow are going to elope. The next chapter will focus on that and some other juicy stuff. :D Have a great Sunday!

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