Page 57 of The Final Rose

And then he buries himself to the hilt.

I’m glad he never moved his hand because I’m a whimpering mess under his palm. My back arches, and I wish I could have seen his size before agreeing to remain quiet.

I feel his wet tongue making a path to my neck to bite my earlobe. Sebastian moves slowly and punishing, “Shh, quiet. Don’t say a word, Calliope.” And when I nod again, he praises me, “That’s my girl.”

He sets a pace. I know I’m making marks on his back, but my nails are my only outlet.

Someone turns the kitchen lights on. They’re coming in and making coffee. I hear their jokes, the rustling of clothes, and the clink of mugs.

Sebastian’s hand leaves my mouth, and I almost ask him to bring it back. I can’t trust myself.

I feel like a new woman, his thrusts making me into someone I don't recognize. I bite my lip, my eyes locked into the illuminated part of the almost empty pantry. The shelves are bare, but if anyone decides to come in, they can see us. They will catch—

“Hey,” Sebastian says, bumping his nose to mine.

And for the first time, I look his way.

We aren’t in the darkness anymore. Even in the low light, I can see him perfectly now. His eyes are pinned on me and my hands move from his shoulders to his face, taking it between my palms, feeling the roughness of his shaved jaw.

“Hi,” I mouth.

And he drills on me while looking right into my eyes, in the most intimate moment of my life. My hands go to his neck, his pulse thundering and his hips driving me into madness.

I feel his thickness from my head to my toes, his cock slamming into me and ripping me open pussy and heart. The tears threaten to fall, I'm overwhelmed, lost in the feel and taste of him.

When my tongue comes out to wet my bottom lip, it’s like he reads my mind. He kisses me, a hand coming to my chin, angling me to open up, but the tender moment doesn't interrupt how good he's fucking me. He kisses me like I'm precious and I'm about to break and in a way I am.

I feel my orgasm building, I feel it in my bones gathering and coming for me and I have no way to stop it.

I can’t hear the crew outside anymore. I don’t notice the world turning around us.

Then Sebastian’s hands leave my chin, and he grabs the other side of my hips, bringing us a step away from the wall. My lower back is removed from it, the new angle is merciless, my hands close in a fist and he doesn’t stop.

It’s thrust after thrust. The tears finally drop when I unravel, I have to clamp my hand over my mouth.

The orgasm is powerful, it washes over me baptizing our mistakes, cementing who we are now. He soon follows, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream and it's beautiful to see.

I feel his release inside me, filling me up in a way I can't explain. His forehead comes to mine as he pumps over his orgasm, gently, slowly, and my breath comes out raggedly.

Someone drops a mug on the floor, loud sound of ceramic breaking loud in the early morning.

I look at Sebastian in alarm, and he looks right back to me.

Then, everything else breaks, too.

15.

Sebastian

I eliminate Mackenzie next.

The whole affair is very clinical. I know once upon a time I complained about how mechanical it all felt, but I don’t care anymore.

Anya says because of what happened to Isla, they will split the round of dates into two episodes. I will have a sweet elimination with Isla where we both explain in separate interviews there was no chemistry and then another episode with the rest of the girls, where I’ll eliminate Mackenzie.

When I cross my arms and ask if Anya is trying to decide who I select, she tells me my date with Mackenzie was horrible and I can’t possibly justify keeping her after that.

I barely remember that date. I remember Mackenzie being horrible as usual, but mostly I remember the absence of Callie. I remember looking everywhere to see a glimpse of her brown hair while Mackenzie went on and on about something or another.