41 Perhaps

Much later…

In the bathroom, Sebastian was standing under a spray of cold shower. One hand was braced against the marble wall, his head down, staring at Izabelle's bite mark that was decorating his other hand.

There was a slightly dazed look on his face and a glint of alarm and disbelief were dancing across his still gleaming eyes. The experience he just had with Izabelle had rocked him to his core. It was like an earthquake that he had never anticipated would happen to him. Ever.

Rubbing his wet face with his palm, Sebastian combed his hair back and tilted his face up to let the water cascade down from his face. He stood there with his eyes closed for an immeasurable amount of time before he suddenly clenched his fists. One would not know what was going on within that mind of his and would expect that he was relaxed and calm, looking at his seemingly unruffled expression in the shower.