Chapter 2. Surrender

CELINE's POV

This was the very right thing to do. I know it was because I needed money. I needed him right now so I could get my money. This money that I would use for my mom's medication. I wouldn't know what to do if something happened to her. It is better to sacrifice myself than to see her in pain.

"Don’t…" Sebastian took both of my hands and moved them out of the way so that he could get a better view of my wet folds. "You're beautiful…" Because the devotion that he exuded in his speech was so palpable, I couldn't help but direct my attention back to him.

I shrieked when he pulled me by my legs to the edge of the bed and knelt down on the floor. "You’re so fucking wet for me, Brylee. I can't wait to taste you." he murmured, and then, without warning, he lifted my ass and spread my legs wide before burying his face between them, giving my puffy lips one good lick that made me cry out instantaneously as I threw my head back.

"Oh, damn…" My chest tightened up and my breath caught in my throat as my hips came dangerously close to launching me off the bed if it weren't for his arms holding me down, and I slightly trembled at the starting sensation.

A gasp left my mouth as his mouth drew closer to my slit, open-mouthed kissed it slowly before sucking it, and I was shaking even more. He locked his eyes with mine while eating me like he was having some kind of breakfast, his eyes filled with heat and desire.

I reached out to grab his head in an effort to pull him away from me so that he might free me from this delectable form of torment, but he seized my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine, preventing me from being able to do so. Then all of a sudden, he sucked my clit so forcefully that it caused me to let out a small scream. "Ahhhh…!" Damn it! What kind of torture was he giving me?

He let out a low, lust-filled growl… and then he plunged his tongue into my opening. This provoked moans from me that I had no idea I was capable of producing. I can honestly say that I've never felt better in my entire life, and the fact that he was doing it right now was driving me crazy.

He let go of my hands so that he could transfer his hands to my breasts and twisted and pinched my nipples between his thumb and index in a torturous manner. My body jolted instinctively due to the increased sensitivity caused by what he was doing to my body… and I found myself grasping the sheets firmly, my toes curling with need.

As he continued to lick me, the pace at which his tongue moved increased, giving the impression that he was trying to fuck my opening with it. I was completely drenched as a result of his fiendish torture… and I could feel waves of pleasure smashing down on me while simultaneously sensing a strange yet potent contraction in my stomach.

One more time, he sucked my clit… and this time I writhed in discomfort as I opened my mouth and widened my eyes. My legs were shaking, and my breathing had become that of someone who had just completed a marathon. Without any warning, he moved away, resulting in a frustrated moan escaping from my mouth. He licked his lips, and a glimmer ran through his gaze. I was curious about how I tasted on his lips. But he looked like he enjoyed what he just had.

After putting something that looked like rubber on his shaft, he wrapped his arms around me, and I hugged his back, feeling his hard erection against my opening, making me swallow in nervousness. This is it. This is really happening.

He kissed my cheek and then pulled away from me, taking my legs, and spreading them wider, seating himself between them. The tip of his member teased my entrance before slowly, he pressed into me.

The first thrust caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and exhale sharply as the pain spread over my entire body. When I opened my eyes again, I could see that Sebastian had a worried expression on his face. But then he continued, aiming at another thrust. As he stared at me with concern, I saw in those cobalt blue orbs how he loved me… my sister actually.

As I observed him exerting control over himself in an effort to prevent him from pushing all the way inside of me or ramming into me, as sweat began to trickle down his forehead. It appeared to me that he was having just as much difficulty as I was, and seeing that gave me some solace.

Because of the agony and the pitying feelings I had for myself, a tear trickled down from the corner of my eye. I ought to have lost my virginity to the man I love… to the man who will vow to marry me… and not to the man who already belonged to my sister.

As time went on… the pain became less intense, and all that remained was a dull feeling in the space between my thighs. As he continued to pound into me, I tightened my hold on him, and my nails scraped across his back. His thrusts had progressed to become more in-depth and rapid, and his entire length was now able to totally penetrate inside me. Moans escaped my lips as I clung to him.

Both of us were panting when he finally collapsed on top of me, allowing us to catch our own breaths before either of us could utter a word.

After he managed to compose himself, he rolled onto my side and buried his face into the crook of my neck while I remained unmoved, staring at the ceiling.

What have I done?

I gave my virginity to my sister's boyfriend for the sake of money.