Lied

Sebastian's body was completely wrecked by the ecstasy… by her… by his Izabelle.

He could hardly process anything right now. His mind, heart, body and soul were all possessed by her completely. And all he could do was surrender himself to her, too overwhelmed to even think or realize that she had bitten his neck so hard that it had broken his skin and drawn blood. It was not until he smelled the scent of his own blood that he snapped out of his daze.

The pain from her bite was completely overshadowed by the pleasure that had overtaken him. Or perhaps, even that pain she inflicted on him had somehow turned into pleasure like everything else that she had done to him.

Still panting hard, Sebastian slowly held her shoulders and gripped her. His mind was still hazy, but he had a burning want to look at her face. No… he needed to see her face.