Chapter Twenty Two_No time as passionate as mornings.

Elena.

Sebastian Halloway would be the death of me. I knew it the moment I laid my eyes on his son and then on him. My prediction was playing out in real time as he practically devoured me.

After discovering that anyone could walk in on us while we were in the kitchen, Sebastian literally carried me to his room. And dropped me rather gently on the bed.

Leading to the death of my self-control, the professional front I had, and any sense of self-preservation I might have had. Not even the fact that he literally wanted me to get married to him mattered when he placed deep kisses on each side of my neck or how perfectly my curves fit into his hands like I was made for him.

I wrapped my arms around him, my body plaint underneath his. He tasted of mint and wine, and at that particular moment, it became my favourite taste in the world.

I wanted nothing but for him to bury himself inside me so deep I would never forget him. I wanted him to cross a bridge I knew we would never be able to go ba