Sebastian's POV
The moment we stepped out of the car, the night air did nothing to cool the fire burning between us because I could barely keep my hands off her. As soon as the private elevator doors slid shut, I pulled Sabrina flush against my chest, my strong arms wrapping around her waist like I never planned to let go.
And I didn't, she was mine... my fierce, ruthless queen, my soon-to-be wife... and tonight I was going to worship every fucking inch of her.
The doors barely closed before my mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was raw, devouring, and full of all the pent-up hunger I had carried through dinner. My lips claimed hers with bruising intensity, tongue plunging deep to tangle with hers in a hot, wet, filthy dance.
She tasted like wine and sin, sweet and addictive. I groaned into her mouth as her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging hard enough to send sparks down my spine.
"Mmmm," she moaned, the sound vibrating straight to my cock.
