MATURE CONTENT – RATED 18
Three years ago…
Narrator
It was midnight, and Elizabeth was finding it impossible to sleep. She had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, the duvet twisting around her legs like a restless tide.
It was her first night sleeping alone—alone in this bed, in this room.
The size of it suddenly felt overwhelming, far too big for just her. Back home, she had always shared her bedroom with her sisters. She was never used to this kind of solitude—never used to silence so heavy it almost pressed against her chest. That was why she'd always had Bianca and Natasha close by on the bed.
For a fleeting moment, she thought of going to Sebastian. But she stopped herself.
Would it be right to share a room with a man? At home, yes—she'd sometimes shared a room with her uncles, her father, her brothers, even her grandfather. But Sebastian… Sebastian was different. He wasn't family.
She flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, fingers laced together as her mind wrestled for a solution. Nothing came.
With a quiet sigh, she swung her feet off the bed, searching the floor for her soft slippers. She slid them on, picked up a spare pillow, and tiptoed out.
When she reached Sebastian's door, she hesitated.
Her knuckles hovered over the wood before she finally knocked.
"Come in," came his voice from inside.
She froze for a heartbeat. He's still awake? For some reason, the thought stirred something in her chest. Was he waiting for me? Did he know I'd come?
Pushing the door open slowly, she stepped inside. He was lying under the sheets, propped against the headboard, his face lit by the glow of his phone screen. He didn't look the least bit sleepy.
"Hi," she said softly, biting her lip when his gaze met hers.
"Nightmares?" he guessed.
Elizabeth shook her head. "No… I'm just not used to sleeping alone."
He gave a short snort, sitting up straighter. "Elizabeth, this is temptation."
Her brows knitted. "What temptation?"
He gestured toward her nightdress. "You, wearing that and sleeping next to me… I can't promise you anything."
"Look, I don't care, okay? Just let me pair the night on your bed," she muttered, walking past him without waiting for his reply.
Sebastian exhaled slowly, visibly trying to keep himself in check.
She slid under the duvet, catching him watching her. "What?"
"Nothing," he murmured, setting his phone aside and lying down beside her.
They faced each other in the dim light for a long moment before he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Elizabeth?"
"Yes?"
"I need you to be honest with me." He shifted closer, his fingers brushing her cheek, causing her to shiver a bit. "Have you ever… kissed anyone before?"
The suddenness of the question made her heart jolt. The warmth of his hand against her skin only quickened its pace.
"…No…" she found herself answering back.
His gaze held hers, searching. "Then… I'm lucky." His eyes roamed her face as though memorizing it.
He was ready to enclose even the little space between them and grasp her in his arms.
"How do you mean?" she asked, breath uneven. She's feeling things she haven't felt before. Or probably because she was sharing a bed with him or they were just too close.
She gulped, her eyes popping bigger when he moved a bit closer and closed even the little space demarcating them.
She wants to move backwards but there's no space left behind her. If she attempts, she might fall off the bed.
"I've been dying to tell you how much you mean to me for so long," he murmured, his tone heavy with feeling.
Her heartbeat was a wild drum in her chest. "I don't understand. What are you saying, Sebastian?" her lips wobbled.
The space between them was barely there, their breaths mingling.
"I'm sorry you're just hearing this now and I understand if it's new to you. But the truth is… I've felt it since the day you walked into my house. I just didn't know how to say it."
"Sebastian, you're speaking in parables," she whispered.
He brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. "I… luuuv....." he's trying to put himself to say the words. But just a simple four letter words felt heavy like a rock on his tongue.
He's not the type used to expressing feelings, talk more of telling a woman how much he feels about her. "I.....I um...."
But Elizabeth kept staring at him confusedly. She can't decipher what he wants to say.
He shut his eyes for a minute, mentally asking himself what was wrong with him.
He opened after to see her staring quizzically.
He gathered the urge this time after a few hesitation. "I love you, Elizabeth."
She froze, her pulse a rapid, disbelieving flutter. He loves me. No man has ever mentioned such words to her before. No one. She had devoted her life into becoming an assumed nun because relationship was the last option.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to run out of the room or out of the house and never come back. Three years… and he kept this to himself?
Yes, three years. Didn't he mentioned he had the feeling since the day she walked into his house? And that was three years ago when she started working for him.
"Do you love me?" he asked softly. "Do you feel the same way… or is it just me?"
She couldn't find her voice at first. But when she saw the hope flickering—and fading—in his eyes, the words tumbled out. "I'm asthmatic, Sebastian. You can't love me."
He cupped her face gently, holding it like something fragile. "I don't care, baby. Whether you're a snake, a fish, have a deadly virus—anything—I just want to be in your life. The way I feel about you… I've never felt that with any woman before. Please, give me a chance. I promise I'll treat you like the queen you are."
Did he just called her baby and addressed her as his queen?
Her cheeks warmed, tears pricking her eyes. No man had ever spoken to her like this.
"I don't know what you've done to me," he went on, his thumb stroking her cheek. "You've turned me from a chronic womanizer into a one-woman man. I need you, Elizabeth. Come and rewrite my fate."
Before she could gather her thoughts, his lips were on hers.
Her first kiss—stolen by a man who knew exactly what he was doing. It sent her head spinning.
Her eyes drifted shut. She didn't move her lips, uncertain how to respond. She'd never kissed anyone before, and now, Sebastian was her first.
And oh God… she loved it. How his lips hoovered on hers. Trailing like it was drawing promising lines there.
It was perfect.
He surely knows how to start a kiss.
She let him lead until his voice, low and coaxing, murmured, "Open your mouth for me, Elizabeth."
Her lips parted, and his tongue swept in, savoring her.
Her arms slipped around his neck. Soft, helpless moans escaped her as his lips left hers and trailed to her neck.
Her fingers threaded through his dark hair, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She's feeling new vibes she haven't felt once in her life before.
Oh God… what was happening to her? He was changing her—and she liked it.
She gasped when his mouth moved lower, kissing the swell of her breasts from the thin fabric, while his hand slid between her thighs.
Her moans grew louder when his fingers found her slick heat.
Yes. He knows what he's doing. He's not supposed to touch her on the day of his first confession but he actually did.
He had his reasons and that includes him marking her. Claiming her and cresting his name on her so that other men would know that she's not free. That she's taken and she belongs to him now.
She's his property now. Whether she knows it or not.
He alternated between her breasts, his mouth and tongue drawing pleasure from her while his fingers teased her center.
Another deep kiss swallowed her moans.
"…Sebastian…" she breathed, her hips matching the rhythm of his hand. She can't believe this is her following his guide.
He kissed her ear, whispering, "How are you feeling?"
"Strange…" she gasped when she felt his fingers caressing her blockage.
That blockage was something that showed how sacred and pure she was. If it's broken, it means she's no longer innocent.
When he felt the blockage, he looked at her. Something in his eyes telling how much he doesn't deserve her purity.
But he gave in anyway.
He removed his fingers from there and transferred it to her bead.
"Come for me, baby. Come for me," he urged, quickening his pace.
Suddenly, her body changed and began to follow his beat.
"...Ooooh… Sebastian, don't stop…" she cried, the words breaking on a moan. "Ah—God! Holy Mary… Sebastian!"
"Yes… that's it. Let me feel it, baby. Pour it out for me."
Her body trembled, waves of release shattering through her.
He kissed her, smiling against her lips. "You did wonderfully well, my dear."
Still breathless, she managed, "What was that?" She gestured to his fingers when she saw some sticky whitish substance.
"You." He smiled.
She gasped, "Me? How?" It's her first time to experience such thing and he understands if it's new to her.
"You're surprised?" He raised his brows, "Have you.....ever had sex before?"
The question seems like a big bomb to her.
"No." she murmured.
A sly smile appeared on his lips. She looked innocent when she answered him.
He nodded. "So, you've been a virgin all your life? Are you telling me that you've never had a boyfriend — in school, places or dated before now?"
He needed to be sure that his research about her background was true.
She innocently nodded. "I've never dated anyone before. Why all these questions?"
Then he remembered the part where he felt a thick layer of blockage.
He shook the idea off his head and sighed. "It's okay, go to bed."
Elizabeth was confused if that was all.
As in, that's the end of the conversation? But he haven't answered her question yet.
He pulled the sheets over himself and turned his back on her. But deep down, unknowing to her, Sebastian was fighting the urge of confessing his feelings to her.
It's not like it's already a bad idea why he did it but just finding out now that she was a virgin — like a holy sacred. Something untouched and he was a man of sin, it doesn't feel right to him.
What if he led her on and hurt her later? She was too good for him. She was too pure for him.
And now, he hated himself.
"Good night, Sebastian." Her sweet small voice suddenly broke his daze.
He didn't know whether to reply her or not. Just when he turned around to tell her same thing, she was already fast asleep.
Sebastian took his time examining her features. From head to toe even to her perfectly shaped curves under the thin fabric she was wearing.
There was absolutely something about this woman that kept tantalising him.
He watched her for a while until his eyes also gave in to sleep.