Invisible String - Sebastian Sallow

Chapter Forty-Three: Flawed and Free

His hands moved from my arms, traveling up my the front of my body, over the curve of my chest, stopping at the knot of my tie. My breathing was slightly uneven as I felt myself melting at his touch. In one fluid motion, Sebastian had removed my tie and thrown it to the side before removing his lips from my neck, allowing his teeth to graze the sensitive skin he'd been sucking on.

I hissed at the sensation, before his lips crashed onto mine roughly, stealing away any air that I had left. I kissed him back hungrily, moving my arms to wrap them around his neck and pull him closer to my body than was possible.

He groaned deliciously as I opened my mouth wider for him, his tongue immediately filling my mouth. He tasted impossibly spicy, of the cinnamon he smelled like, and I once again found myself drowning in him. His fingers traveled down my chest, slipping in a small gap between the buttons of my blouse, and within seconds he had ripped the shirt open.

I could hear small beads hitting the ground as my shirt was torn open, to which I hurriedly helped Sebastian shove it off of me before I moved to attack his buttons.

My fingers fumbled for a fraction of a second, before I had found the tie blocking my path. Grabbing it by the knot, I pulled his lips back to mine while he unbuttoned his own shirt, much faster than I'd have been able to.

It was this moment, where his lips were hungrily demanding mine, and his hands were working to strip both of us of the cumbersome clothing we donned, and he was supressing a guttural moan that I decided heaven was kissing Sebastian Sallow. 

"Abbi," Sebastian said through a husky voice as I moved to kiss his neck. "Abbi, love, look at me for a moment."

I didn't stop kissing his neck. Between his words were little sounds of pleasure, my lips dancing along his skin driving him mad. I shoved his shirt off of his shoulders, continuing to kiss my way over his body before his hand grabbed me by my jaw and pulled me away from him.

"What the hell," I demanded of him, my voice coming out in more of a whine than I had expected it to, my eyes narrowed at him in the darkness.

He rummaged for a moment in his pocket, whispered, "Lumos," and the tip of his wand ignited behind my head. I was grateful for the light so he could see the heavy glare I was shooting at him.

He smiled at me, pushed a hair from my face, and ignored my cold glare.

"Abbi, my love," he whispered, pulling me close. "I just- We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

I rolled my eyes, "Seb, I'm actively undressing you, and you think I don't want this? That I don't want you?"

He smiled, "No, no, I know. You set the pace, that's all. If you want me to stop anything, you tell me."

I looked into his eyes, but I didn't have to search. He meant every word he said, it was clear on his face. He wanted me to set our pace, and something inside me swooped happily at the thought that he cared so much about me feeling comfortable.

"I want this, Sebastian. I want all of you," I said it softly, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to his lips.

The kiss started soft, sweet and innocent. Within seconds, it had turned hungry. It seemed that the permission I had granted was what he was looking for. His lips were more forceful, more powerful, and I stumbled backwards as his hands traveled down my sides. Our feet moved as our hands explored, his wand falling to the floor in a clatter.

This Sebastian, this hungry and powerful Sebastian, had me more riled up than I had ever been. The husky breaths, the way his lips were forceful and yet gentle on mine, the way his hands caressed every inch of my body that they touched was sending new waves of pleasure through me that I never wanted to end. I felt myself fill with desire for him, felt myself start to grow slick with it as his hands ran over my breast again, his fingers grazing over my hard nipple.