Mesmerized by the raw hunger burning in his gaze, Viola watched in fascination as Sebastian dipped his head to her hip. His eyes slid closed in pleasure as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the pale curve of her skin. A deep, rumbling groan of passion vibrated from his throat.

He braced himself on one hand, twisting at the waist, and with a warm, caressing palm, gently rolled her onto her stomach. Her cheek sank into the pillow as her heart hammered wildly against the mattress. His lips brushed slowly up and down her back, trailing soft, lingering kisses while he murmured her name reverently against her skin.

"Viola... Viola... Viola..."

Over and over he chanted her name, roaming her body with his warm lips and even softer tongue, kissing, licking, and tasting every inch of her until her entire body ached with yearning, reaching desperately for more.

Then he turned her gently onto her back once more, arranging her limbs exactly where he wanted them. His mouth never left her flesh, leaving trails of wetness and whispered love words as his kisses traveled across her breasts, her stomach, and lower.

His gravelly voice was thick with desire as he reassured her between kisses when she tried to press her legs together.

"The second time will be better, my love... I promise. Be still for me... Let me in..."

When she reached instinctively to cover herself, he gently nudged her hand aside with his nose. Then his teeth closed gently over the side of her thumb and he carried it to the hollow of her hip.

"Sebastian..." she rasped, and he looked up at her with shining silver eyes.

"Hmm?" he hummed softly, pressing lingering kisses against her thighs. "I promised to show you more last night. Let me honor that promise. It’s going to be different this time around," he murmured soothingly.

She relaxed beneath him, curiosity slowly overtaking her nervousness about the pain before pleasure as she wondered what other things he wanted to teach and show her.

Perhaps she had deprived herself of this for years, because now she felt strangely unsatisfied and longing for more, as if desires that had slept dormant inside her for years were finally beginning to awaken.

She watched him moved down her body, settling between her parted thighs. His strong hands gripped the backs of her knees, pushing her legs wider and folding them back toward her chest, completely exposing her.

When he leaned down between her thighs, he paused, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin just below her pelvis.

"Let me soothe the aches from last night. You are already wet, and I want to taste every inch of you," he murmured against her flesh, dampened by her arousal and throbbing softly with need.

Then his mouth claimed her.

His hot, velvet tongue swept slowly through her folds, tasting her with deep, worshipful strokes. He licked her languidly, savoring her, before focusing on her clit with gentle suction and teasing flicks that made her hips jerk and made her gasp in stunned pleasure that wept over her.

Two thick fingers eased inside her, moving in a slow, curling rhythm that matched the strokes of his tongue. Every movement felt overwhelmingly delicious that her eyes rolled behind her lids.

Viola’s fingers threaded through his hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away from the overwhelming intensity. Tears pricked her eyes, not from pain, but from the raw vulnerability of being so completely opened to him like that with his mouth doing things to her.

He groaned against her, the vibration humming through her. "That’s it, my love... Let me have all of you," he whispered. "I’ve waited so long to make you feel this."

He devoured her relentlessly, licking, sucking, and thrusting his tongue deep inside her, until she lost all will to hold back her moans. Her hips began writhing and grinding against his face as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. Sebastian groaned in approval.

He sailed her higher and higher, sucking harder on her while his fingers curled inside her, stroking that perfect spot with every thrust. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in her belly until it finally exploded like a skyrocket. A gigantic burst of sensation erupted from her core, sending white-hot sparks sizzling outward to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her back arched violently off the bed as she came hard against his mouth, crying out his name.

When the powerful spasms finally eased, Viola opened her eyes to find Sebastian gazing up at her from between her thighs with undisguised, burning need and passion.

She moaned softly, pulling her scattered senses together, she realized he needed his own release just as desperately as she had moments ago. She reached for him with open arms.

"Come," she whispered, looking at him.

Sebastian lunged up, encompassing her with powerful arms that lifted her off the bed, turned her around as he laid back down, and set her on top of his stomach, then brought her down slowly until she was impaled on his enlarged flesh and her breasts were crushed against his chest. She moaned and he groaned.

Words became unnecessary because her body and his hands told her what to do as he gently began to move her hips in his grip. Innocence, timidity, naivety all fled as she started to move, watching his pleasured face as his eyes slid closed and his head arched back against the jumbled pillows.

As his lips fell open and his breath scraped roughly, she saw the kind of complete passion he had brought to her in his face. Her heart soared. Her insides grew hot and more needy and she followed her body’s instinct and began to grind and roll her hips to take in more of him.

This, this, this, is how it should be, she realized. The one giving to the other, the one taking from the other, with as much joy derived from the giving as from the taking.

She purposely faltered and his eyelids flickered open momentarily, then closed again and his head turned sharply against the pillow as she regained the rhythm of grinding.

Unbelievably, when he reached his climax he cried out, was it her name or some mindless profanity or both? It didn’t matter to Viola, it made her smile, made her feel skilled and bursting with the joy of knowing how much power she held over him like this.

She collapsed onto his broad chest, her forehead nestling beneath his jaw. One of his hands fell onto her back possessively, rubbing it in a light, caressing tender circles before resting firmly on her hip and giving it a squeeze.