Chapter 73 Two Heads
Chapter 73 Two Heads
The council members had begun retreating even before Sebastian's command, most of them stumbling against each other. Fernanda's cheeked flamed as she instinctively tried to free herself from his hold.
"What are you trying to do?" Sebastian asked in amusement, his hold firmer than ever.
"You shouldn't chase them away like that." Fernanda whispered. She glanced at the door then back at Sebastian, clearly alarmed by the situation.
His eyes darkened as they gaze over her face, as if a crazy idea had suddenly occurred to him.
"Alright. As you wish, my wife." He said, dropping a chaste kiss on Fernanda's lips. "Tell them all to come back." He ordered the guards at the threshold of the council room.
Fernanda, confused, watched as one of the guards left their station to go call back the already retreated council members.
"What are you trying to do?" She desperately asked, knowing that whatever Sebastian had in his mind was far from normal.
His lips curled into a devious smirk, "Nothing too crazy, bunny." He drawled in her ear, dropping another quick little kiss on her neck.
Fernanda had now gotten the assurance that he was indeed about to do something crazy. A sharp airy gasp left her opened mouth when she was suddenly lifted up by Sebastian.
For being the said catalyst with cosmic powers, Fernanda felt entirely powerless in Sebastian's hold. He was quick and strong with everything he did. Before she knew it, he had already taken a seat and propped her on his firm thighs.
Then the council members walked back in, getting the most explicit view of Sebastian devouring Fernanda's lips while she squirmed with pleasure on his laps.
They all shifted awkwardly on their feet, with their eyes averted away to literally anything but the kissing royal couples, having absolutely no idea what to do next. Whether to sit, stand or just disappear.
Fernanda wanted to stop Sebastian, she tried pulling herself away but there's only so much she could do when her mind and body were not cooperating with each other.
Her hands flew around his neck as he continued to kiss, nibble and devour her lips like a maniac, not giving a fuck if the council members were present.
Sebastian freed Fernanda's lips momentarily and she tried gulping for some air but let out a loud moan instead because his mouth had almost immediately found the side of her neck and latched onto it, nibbling and sucking at it while his hands firmly kneaded her aching breasts in the most unapologetic manner ever.
"Seb..." Fernanda whispered breathlessly when she caught the judging eyes of a council member on them.
Sebastian immediately understood, but having clearly gotten drunk on her scent, he took one last sniff of her neck side before reluctantly withdrawing from her.
His eyes fell back on her face, happy with what he saw–watery eyes, plump cherry lips and rose coloured cheeks–before glancing at the council members all of whom each had look of disapproval on their faces.
"Now you can scram." He commanded and for the second time that day, they all did.
"That wasn't necessary." Fernanda said as soon as they were gone.
"Why so?" Sebastian murmured, nuzzling at Fernanda's collarbones.
"Because..." She gulped when his mouth found the swell of her breasts. "They were... clearly uncomfortable...ahh." She moaned out loud when his strong hands began to knead them again, gently tugging at her sensitive buds through the fabric.
"Sebastian, you are not listening!" Fernanda forced herself to say before her brain turned all mushy from Sebastian's skillful hands.
"Trust me little bunny, I'm listening." He answered as he kept massaging, tearing his gaze away from her swell to meet hers. "And besides, those pretentious pricks enjoyed what they saw. They are no better when they're in their homes."
His smirk deepened, "Now the most important question is, did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy it while they watched like the pathetic losers they are? Wishing they had the balls to do that too?"
"Yes."
Fernanda was breathing heavily now, feeling the strange but familiar throbbing ache pooling between her legs, screaming and pleading like it needed some kind of attention.
"That's right, little bunny. I knew you enjoyed it, most especially when I did this." He tugged at her sensitive nipple, making her arch her back whilst another loud moan escaped her lips.
"Sebastian..." She pushed her breasts further into his ruthless hands, wanting more.
Sebastian was marvelled at how squirmish she got from just him playing with her breasts. It delighted him to think of how out of control she might get when it comes to certain other aspects of pleasure.
He excitedly reached for the helm of her royal gown, bunched it up against her thighs and immediately found her aching core through all the clothing.
Fernanda trembled with pleasure as Sebastian used his knuckle to graze her heat. "Fuck... You're streaming wet." He exclaimed in awe.
Fernanda leaned forward, capturing Sebastian's lips in a heated kiss, her actions making it painfully obvious what she wanted.
For a moment, Sebastian indulged her.
Then, just as suddenly, he pulled away.
Fernanda blinked at him, utterly stunned.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
Sebastian only gave her that infuriatingly mischievous smirk.
"I'm stopping."
Her jaw dropped. "You're stopping?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because," he said calmly, as though he hadn't just left her thoroughly flustered, "My little bunny needs some rest."
Fernanda stared at him as if he had grown another head.
"I don't want to rest." She folded her arms tightly across her chest, her brows pulling together as she stared at him. There was an unmistakable edge to her voice, which told Sebastian she was already losing patience.
"I know." Sebastian's lips twitched with amusement. He reached out and gently brushed his thumb across her cheek, completely unfazed by the glare she sent his way.
"I am perfectly fine." She swatted his hand away and straightened her gown, as though doing so would somehow hide some of her embarrassment.
"I know that too." His smirk only deepened, earning him an even sharper glare from her.
Fernanda narrowed her eyes at him. "Then why are you stopping?"
Sebastian leaned back in his seat, crossing one ankle over the other with an irritating calmness that made her want to scream. "Because you've had a long day, little bunny." He reiterated.
She stared at him for several seconds, her mouth falling open slightly before she snapped it shut.
"That is the worst excuse I've ever heard. And I'm not your little bunny!"
"Is it?" He tilted his head, pretending to consider her words. "I thought it was quite reasonable."
"Well, I don't." Fernanda threw her hands into the air in frustration before letting them fall against her sides. "I don't need rest, Sebastian. I need—"
She stopped herself, cheeks immediately warming.
Sebastian's eyebrow rose.
"You need what?"
"Nothing." She quickly turned her face away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her say it.
A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest.
Fernanda whipped her head back toward him. "Don't laugh at me."
"I'm not laughing at you." His eyes gleamed with barely concealed amusement. "I'm laughing because you're adorable when you're angry."
Her lips parted in disbelief.
"Adorable?"
She shook her head slowly, looking at him as though she couldn't believe the man sitting before her.
"You are unbelievably annoying."
"And yet," Sebastian said, leaning forward with that same maddening smile, "You married me."
Fernanda's expression flattened.
"Unfortunately."
Sebastian laughed.
She immediately turned toward the door, her lips pushed into a deep pout.
"Now, tell me about your day," he called after her. "What did you and your father discuss?"
Fernanda stopped at the doorway.
For a moment, Sebastian thought she might actually answer.
Instead, she slowly looked over her shoulder, gave him the most unimpressed stare she could muster, and said, "I suddenly don't remember."
Then she marched out.
Sebastian watched her disappear, his grin growing wider.
Definitely angry.