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***Mark's POV***

Quiet breaths filter through his nose and mouth. My eyes can't look away. Creepy I know. He's so god damned gorgeous.

Every trace and plane of his stunning face is breathtaking. My fingers ghost over his cheek. I want to wake him, to be welcomed by those sparkling blue eyes. Every morning since he has come back to me is like a dream that I never want to wake from.

His doctors are miracle workers. Seb's bloodwork continuously improves. We have secondary care plans in place if they don't. His strength is returning with every day of physical therapy. Soon, he will be healthy enough to take the Cat Walk again. That scares me.

I don't want to think of months on end where distance is between us. The very thought fills me with sadness. It's weird though, at one time I pushed women from my bed like they were expended. Now, I want to hold this man to my body forever.

Sebastian begins to stir in my arms. I don't bother to hide the fact that I am stalking his sleep. He's mine. I can do that type of thing.

Thick lashes part to unveil those crystal orbs that caught me captivated on day one. His perfect pink lips curve into a dashing smile. My heart swells at the sight.

Speaking no words, I dip my head to give him a soft kiss on closed lips. Morning breath isn't pretty no matter how much you are. His quiet hum is delightful, filling me with warmth.

"Good morning." Seb snuggles into my arms. Last night he became the little spoon. I would be lying if I said I didn't prefer being in that position. But, we switch. Not in everything, yet, soon though.

"Morning sweet man." I can feel the crinkle of my eyes. Staring at him covers me in pride. I cannot believe he chooses to be mine.

My fingers cup his jaw, the pads lightly press against his flesh to hold his head still. Everything inside of me wants to go no where. Anywhere not in his arms is the wrong place for me. Dropping my head to his shoulder, I wiggle into his arms.

"I love you." My breath comes out whispered, scared that speaking too loud will make the illusion fade.

"I love you, Baby. So fucking much, I just love you." There is nothing hushed about Seb's declaration. Strong conviction fills his words. He pulls me down, engulfing me in his strong protection.

If I were a crier, tears would pour down my face. How can he love me? I truly cannot be worthy.

"I just do." Seb punctuates his promise with a tighter squeeze, pressing his lips to my head.

Okay, I'm a fucking crier. Tears lazily fall over my cheeks. I have no idea why, but this man loves me. It's cry worthy. It really is.

"I love how sensitive you are. I love your eyes. I love the feel of your heart beat singing to me. I love your arms; they seem to have been crafted for only me. I love the way you love your friends. I love everything about you Mark Fletcher. Nothing is ever going to change this. You have me forever. Let me love you softly." Seb crawls over me while I smile.

He can love me roughly too. I have no aversion to that. None. At. All.

Mini-me decides he is ready to wake up. My pajama bottoms tighten. I'm at attention, begging for it.

"Love me softly with your tongue." I push his head down, towards my cock. I want attention. I need attention.

With a chuckle, Sebastian kisses me through the striped material of my bottoms. I can feel how he affects me. It doesn't take a genius to know this man can do just about anything to get me writhing.

Seb plays lightly. His teeth graze, hot breath washes over me sending shivers down my legs. Nipping and plucking at my thumping erection, Seb lazily drives me crazy. Shaking hands find their way to his cropped hair. My fingertips claw at his skull. I want him to take me deep, now. Impatience isn't attractive but, it is demanding. I buck my greedy hips into his face.

Sebastian looks up at me with smoldering heat building behind those stormy blue eyes. A groan leaves my lips. My cock weeps out a whine of desire.

Sebastian answers my cry. His hands yank my bottoms off, discarding them somewhere behind him. Anticipation causes me to curl my toes. This man is a master with that wicked tongue. I'm going to be screaming out his name shortly.

His hands grip my thighs. The hold is possessive, commanding. My muscles tense as he builds the sexual arousal. My legs involuntarily clamp down. A growl leaves my boyfriend's beautiful lips.

Seb's teeth scrape against my thigh; a moan parts from my lips. Baby Jesus, death will come. My head reels side to side. I am going to come the minute that talented mouth makes purchase.

"Open for me, beautiful." His tone tells me to fucking listen. I do. Excitedly, I force my legs to make way for the welcomed assault.

Rolling eyes greet the lap of his tongue. Wet, sweltering heat licks a stripe over my leaking head. The plump flesh of his lips seals around my thickness. His tongue writes cursive on my flesh. Oh, heavenly god above.

When he gently sucks the cap of my dick, I have to hold back the cry of pleasure. It's a sin to be this skilled. It has to be.

I almost feel the finger before it pushes straight through my ring. He fills me with his digit. The pressure pushes lightening into my crotch. He is obviously putting in special effort.

My back arches. My head fills with stars. Not. Gonna. Last. Impossible.

Panting breaths chase one another. I can't think around the over stimulation. His head weaves up and down my pole. I just want to explode already. I need to.

"Seb." I huff out the name of the love of my life.

Nothing stops the brilliant violation on my sanity. He picks up the pace with his hand massaging the base of my extremely aroused appendage. I know that I just pre-ejaculated straight into his mouth.

Sebastian hums while lazily lapping up my tiny show of approval. Please dear God, find mercy on me. I silently plead for something. Anything.

The next wave of utter bliss comes when his tongue chases his teeth around my cap. This can't be legal. There is no way that amount of pleasure is normal. I'm a fucking mess. I love it.

"Sebastian." The scream is guttural. I am beyond my personal capacity. I want to come. His clenched fists on my base is making that close to impossible. Finding strength to glare at my man, he is amused.

Seb smiles before performing the agonizing pattern again. My mouth falls open. My voice forms incoherent noises. A gurgling of lust pulls up my throat.

The sound of him smacking his lips over my head is way too arousing. The cool air on my wet cap instantly makes me ache uncontrollably. He sees my discomfort, moving to manipulate my excitement even more.

A pump of his hand gives just enough reprieve of the pressure for a small amount of cum to slip from my slit. Instantly he notices the misstep, squeezing even tighter. I growl out distastefully. I'm fucking dying and this fucker is edging me. Help.

"Babyyyyy." I whine it out hoping to persuade him with my growing need.

"Mmmmm." Playing once again. That satanic tongue worships my length, lapping away at my sticky mess traveling down to my base. Not fucking helping. Every cell in my body is painfully aware that I am ready to explode.

"Shiiiit. Fuckkkk. Oh hell." A string of curse words sings through the air. Popping on and off my cock like a fucking fiend, Seb licks, laps and plucks at my tender flesh. His finger pumps quickly, then the second one pushes through. A swipe against my prostate is all that I can handle.

"Daddyyy." I have no fucking clue where the word came from. I wish I could take it back. Immediate embarrassment hits me like a plane. I screw my eyes shut. I did not just say that shit. Of fuck, I have been hanging out with Mak and Gavin too long.

"Again. Oh fuck. Say it again." Seb releases his hands from my body. Quickly he covers me with his entire being, pulling my legs around his waist.

With serious bedroom eyes, his husky voice filters over my lips. "Baby, say it again."

Oh hell, I see a demon. "Daddy." I whimper without confidence.

The smile that fills his face is unrecognizable, but so god damned sexy. Finding amusement in this turn of events, I decide we can afford a bit of role play. I smile wickedly while the words form for me to speak.

"Daddy, make me cum." I play with his neck while peeking up at him. That does it. Seb sinks in fast. One long stroke, he hits my prostate with a power I didn't know he possessed.

"Fuck, Daddy." Now I can't not play along. He has to do that over and over again. Fuck me, that was incredible.

Seb pushes deeper before he begins his incessant strokes that cause me to use his back as a pillar of security. My hips lift while my head hits the headboard. I bet I could scream at my highest level. Nothing could possibly be heard over the sound of the bed frame demolishing the wall.

"Daddy's got you, love." Of my dear. That's it. My back curves unnaturally. With whispered adoration, sex scented air and a physical workout that renders the gym useless, my body releases.

Earth shattering. Stars blink in and out. Screams of raw lust rip from my throat. This fucking beast is mine. I will drag him to the altar if necessary.

"Love you." A panted breath finds relief. Still trembling from the powerful climax, I hold on to my bear while he works out his own build-up. My hole contracts, giving him much needed pleasure.

"Love you more, Baby." Seb sweeps down, taking my lips hungrily yet, more than gently. I feel so damn satisfied. He fulfills me effortlessly. His tongue massages my own, warmth brushes over me, threading through me. I drink from his mouth with nothing but adoration.

His body is tensed above me, ripping his delicious lips away from me. As Seb moans out, calling me Baby. I feel his seed take its spot inside of me. Sebastian's thick muscles ripple with the force of his purge.

Relaxing from the deep orgasm, Seb rolls over me, taking me into his arms. I nuzzle into his strong hold. My lips kiss his forearm. Our bodies breathe heavily into one another, exhausted.

"How did I get so lucky?" Sebastian's words dance across my skin. He kisses my neck softly.

"I'm the lucky one." I announce it because it is true.

"Then let's count both our blessings." Seb turns me over to face him. That smile should be an illegal weapon. He's so damn fine.

Reaching up, I kiss his mouth. Tenderly, we exchange love. It's so much more than I dreamed of. I don't think I could live without it.

"Let's shower. We have responsibilities." Seb moves to help me out of the bed. I follow. My eyes watch his ass flex while he leads me towards the shower.

With warm water splashing over us, we take time to lavish one another in soapy massages, wet kisses and love that will span a luxurious amount of time.

After dressing, we grab food before heading out. We make our rounds: visiting Seb's family, checking in at the office and finally going to do some errands.

Every minute is exactly what I want, need and desire. This man is my home. Sebastian Royals is my present and future. He is my forever. I can't wait to spend every day being loved gently.