Invisible String - Sebastian Sallow

Chapter Twenty-Four: Dark Desires

I nodded in response to his question.

"It feels incredible," he whispered, making me shiver. One hand still holding my waist, his other hand moved, sliding up my side, following my arm and curling around my hand which was clutching my wand. He lead my wand just as he'd done when he taught me the killing curse, he twirled my hand slowly, I could feel the way he was forming the motion of the spell.

"When you cast it, you feel like you are the most powerful force in the world. That everyone else is beneath you."

His lips were dancing along my horrible scar on the side of my neck. Unsure if he was wanting to stay whispering and needed to be close, or if he wanted to press his lips to my throat, I stood frozen, eyes closed, feeling the way he was guiding my hand, memorizing the movements.

"Did, did you feel like I was beneath you?"

"It's why I stopped," he breathed. I had to suppress a moan as his lips made contact with the infernal scar, the one I could never touch, happy that it hadn't scared his lips away. "You aren't beneath me."

"What else do you know about the curse?" I sputter out as lightning fills the space. The magic inside of me was purring in delight as my hand was continually guided by Sebastian's in the proper movement.

"I know," he said, lips trailing up from the scar to the soft spot below my ear, "that this curse requires an incredibly strong will to perform. And I know that you are the most powerful witch I have ever laid eyes on."

"I want to cast it," I say, eyes still closed, focusing hard on the feel of his lips trailing my scar gently, almost nervously. My magic was screaming to be let out, screaming for me to find another wisp of the darkness to rejoin its sister inside of me. "I can feel more of that magic."

He made a noise of delight by my ear and I returned it. His fingers on my hip flexed painfully and I gasped at the pleasure it brought me. Nothing he could ever do would truly hurt me. "Where is it telling you to go?" He murmured against my neck.

I focused on the pull of my magic, ignoring the screaming of Isadora's coldness, focusing only on the pull of my warmth. There were traces of it all over the school, but my mind was screaming at me to follow the wisp of magic by the Slytherin common rooms.

"The- The Scriptorium," I let out in a moan. The way he was dancing his lips along my neck while my body craved the addition of more dark magic was exhilarating. Every nerve on my body was alive, awake, screaming for dark magic, screaming for him.

He groaned into my hair, pressing himself harder against me, "I'll go with you," he breathed out. "I want to see you that powerful again."

I gasped as he placed his lips just on my jaw before pulling away. His eyes were dark as night, thunder rumbling overhead and I couldn't help the weak feeling in my knees. Sebastian was more than comfortable in the darkness with me.

He seemed to be relishing it.

It really wouldn't be so bad to indulge this just one more time.

"One last time," I whisper to him. "After this, I'll have done them all, like you, and we can stay away from the wisps."

I longed to feel his lips against mine after their attack on my neck, the look in his eyes told me he wanted to do more too. "One last one," he agreed. "Ominis and Poppy will never know."

"Don't talk about them," I said, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him close to me. My lips were inches from his ear now, eyes heavily lidded as I struggled to keep myself focused on anything but the smell of him and the pull of the darkness. "You and me, like old times."

He smirked and ducked his head back to the soft spot of my neck leaving one final gentle kiss there before backing away.

"Midnight. In the common room."

I opened my mouth to protest.

I wanted to go now, I didn't know how I could hide my jittery ancient magic darkness or antsy behavior from Ominis or Poppy for the rest of the day- let alone a whole throng of Hogwarts professors and students.

"But-"

"Do you really want Ominis to find us out again? Those lectures were always the worst." He chuckled and I melted.

A dark laugh escaped my lips and I shook my head. "Fine. Midnight," I agreed, staring longingly after him as he re-straightened his tie and tousled his hair.

He smirked at me, eyes dark and hungry, before holding a hand out to me.

"Let's go hide in the library. We can skip lunch," he suggested and I nodded, taking the outstretched hand and lacing my fingers together with his, exiting the cove and heading back out into the rain.