Chapter 560: Delicious punishment

When he finally pushed into her after teasing her with the tip of his penis, it was slow and careful, but there was nothing gentle about the intent behind it.

The thick head of his cock stretched her open, then the long, hard length of him sank deeper, filling her completely until she was gasping against his mouth. She could feel every ridge, every inch of him as he bottomed out, the heat of him throbbing deep inside her.

Then he began to move in deep, measured strokes that dragged over every sensitive place, each one a deliberate reminder that he was going at his own pace.

"You put yourself in danger last night," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with restraint and something darker. His hips rolled again, harder this time, the wet sound of their joining loud in the quiet room. "This is what happens when you don’t listen."

Viola’s nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight and fast inside her. She welcomed every thick, punishing thrust, every low growl against her throat, the way he held her open and took what he wanted while still protecting the life between them.

Heat built low in her belly, sharper because of how full she already was, how sensitive pregnancy had made every inch of her cunt. Each time he drove into her, she felt the stretch, the wet slide, the way her walls clung to him on the withdrawal.

’If this is the punishment,’ she thought dazedly as he thrust into her deeper, ’I’ll disobey him every chance I get.’

Sebastian’s hand slid carefully between them, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in tight, slick circles that matched the rhythm of his cock, a technique he used often with her. The dual sensation shattered her, as expected. She came hard against him, her walls clamping down around him in pulsing waves, a broken, helpless moan muffled against his shoulder as pleasure ripped through her.

He followed moments later with a deep, shuddering thrust, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, hot, thick pulses flooding her, the feeling of it making her clench around him all over again.

His forehead pressed to hers, his breath ragged, his body trembling with the force of his release.

For a long while they stayed locked together, the winter morning light slowly filling the room. His hand stroked slowly over the curve of her belly, gentle now, while his mouth brushed soft, lingering kisses along her jaw and the corner of her lips.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He whispered against her ear, kissing the tip.

Viola, smiling and knowing that she loved his punishment more than he knew, wrapped her arm around his neck, her lips curved against his skin, her body still trembling with aftershocks, the wet heat of him still buried deep inside her.

"I have learned my lesson."

"Good, because if there is a next time, which I’ll make sure there isn’t, I won’t let you off easily." He told her this as he withdrew from inside her, and she let out a moan of protest.

But Sebastian knew he couldn’t stay in there or he would take her all over again and forget it was morning and they had things to handle in the pack and damage to repair.

However, he wasn’t in a hurry to attend to any of that, so he lay next to her instead, turning to face her after pulling the blanket over their bodies. She moved closer to him, placing her hand against his thick, corded neck as she said,

"We need to come to some agreement, hubby," making sure she used the endearment so they wouldn’t end up arguing about what she wanted to talk about. But this couldn’t be avoided, in case it happened again in the future.

He placed his own hand around her waist, whispering, "About what?"

"About yesterday, about how you think it is alright for me to hide like some coward—"

"You—" he began to say, cutting her off, his face already turning hard, but Viola placed her fingers against his mouth.

"Shh, let me talk so we won’t end up talking over each other and arguing. I know you always want to keep me safe, but I don’t like how you handle it, or your reaction to me coming out yesterday. I understand that you are doing it for my own good, but hubby, when will you start to accept that I can handle myself and that I am not helpless?" She said calmly, caressing his skin with her thumb. She could feel his defensive aura flaring around her, and she understood she had touched him in his most sensitive spot.

He had always had a protective nature and she was alright with it but his overprotectiveness had only grown stronger. In the past, Zoe had complained to her about how overprotective Sebastian was of her, how he would get so mad that everyone would feel it when she disobeyed him. He had been mad yesterday with Viola herself, too, and had spoken to her in a way he didn’t normally do before.

And she knew that if she didn’t address this now, it was bound to get even worse in the future.

"That’s the way I am, I can’t change it," he said, his defensive wall still so heavy in the air that Viola stroked the side of his lips with her thumb to let him know she wasn’t attacking him or asking him to change himself.

"I know, and I am not asking you to change who you are, my love, but can you not always make me feel like...like I can’t handle things? If it’s something I can’t handle, I will always turn to you to help me, and I won’t put myself in unnecessary danger." She mused, looking into his gray eyes, which were watching her steadily now with the hardness gone from their depths.

"I can’t promise you that," he said, and when he saw her face changing and becoming sad, Sebastian quickly added, "But I will try my best. Is that okay?" He asked, cupping her cheek, not wanting to upset her or make her sad.

Viola nodded, and Sebastian pulled her into a hug, knowing it would be hard to tone down his protectiveness towards her, or his emotions regarding it, but he was willing to try.