Beatrice's POV

Sebastian is kneeling and then he is over me and it is perfect.

I talk half a step backward and my shoulders are pressed against the wall. His arms bracket me in and instead of feeling pinned down, I feel let loose.

"I want you," he breathes.

I can scarcely believe it so I make a joke, "It's the nightgown and black veins."

Sebastian snorts. He presses against me so his hips bite into mine and then he moves ...