Colette felt odd being in this room again. It felt like she had never left. Everything was as it had been before. Except Beatrice was nowhere to be found and Aarav came to give her the biggest hug she had received in her life before kissing her swiftly on the mouth and prancing away gleefully. His bag strapped to his back and five years of pay jingling in a large pouch at his side. Colette knew he would waste it all in a matter of a year but she smiled bitterly at his goodbye before Niel brought her up here.
She sat at the vanity and brushed her hair. She didn't bother braiding it and decided to wear it down to dinner. She had removed her soggy wet skirts and cloak and exchanged them for a simple brown stay and ivory skirts. She briefly remembered the last time when she dressed up to have dinner with Sébastien and red stained her cheeks from the heated memory of him on his knees before her.
She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly. She had to be strong. For Gregorie. She would not fall prey to any desires she might harbor for Sébastien. It had been barely two hours since her arrival and she already felt her body catching on fire at the thought of him knocking on her door tonight.
"No." She breathed, smoothing out her skirt. "Be strong. Resist."
She repeated that mantra on her way to the west foyer and all throughout dinner as she, Sébastien and Niel ate in quiet peace. She noted Sébastien glancing at her multiple times before she stood to excuse herself. She practically ran outside into the hall and leaned against the wall, bracing her hands on her knees as she struggled to breathe.
No. No. No.
She took one look at him. She only allowed one look at him and his face had slacken when their gazes had met. His full lips parted and she saw his chest rise and fall slowly. Saw the tremble in his fingers as he picked up his cup to drink. His eyes burned with barely controlled hunger as he stared at her over the rim of the goblet.
Colette had felt herself moisten from just that look alone and instantly became too aware of her heavy breathing and shifting thighs beneath her skirt.
Sebastain had brought his cup down but not before he licked his lips and sent her over the edge.
She had to excuse herself before she made an even bigger spectacle of her uncomfortableness.
Now she panted in the dimly lit hallway, feeling too many emotions at once.
"Colette."
Sébastien rounded the corner and hurried towards her. His face was flushed and full of concern.
"Don't." She panted, holding out her hand. "Don't come any closer." Please.
Sébastien slowed until he was standing a few feet away from her. She saw his desire bulging against his trousers and turned her head.
"No. You can't do that. You can't desire me. I'm married now."
She squeezed her eyes shut as the memory of her hand against his hardness filtered through.
"What? Am I not allowed to feel these feeling towards you anymore?" He said, exasperated.
Colette chuckled weakly. "I'm married. You would dare think of taking a married woman? How gentlemen like of you."
Sébastien huffed a laugh, bringing a hand to his chest and the other out beside him. "I beg to differ. I may not be able to smell your desire anymore but I've grown accustomed to how it looks on you and you cannot say to my face that you do not desire me as well right now."
Colette balked at him. Suddenly she wanted to smack that smug, male look off his perfect face.
"You- you do not know w-what you are talking about." She stuttered, feeling provoked and attacked all at once.
Sebastain paced in place and it irritated her watching him smirk at her reply.
"You are a foolish woman," he breathed, grabbing his hips.
Colette swallowed the lump in her throat at the sight of his desire. "You are a selfish brute of a man." She retorted.
Sébastien snarled and it was beastly in appearance. A shiver sent through her body and she clamped her mouth shut, willing the desire pooling between her thighs to stop.
"Your right. I am selfish. I am selfish for wanting a married woman but so are you."
Colette opened her mouth to defend herself but Sébastien continued on.
"You're selfish for loving two men and for letting your husband walk away. You didn't even say goodbye. You held my hand and watched him leave."
The tears began to swell and Colette wiped at her eyes furiously. "I hate you." She whispered.
Sébastien stopped his pacing and looked at her with bright eyes. "Stop lying to yourself. Stop telling yourself that you don't want me as much as I want you. Admit it. Scream it at the top of your lungs. That's the difference between you and me. I don't hide my feelings."
Colette bared her teeth at him, gripping the wall to steady herself. "Is that what you want? For me to admit that? I love you Sébastien. Is that not enough to respect my desires and keep away from me?"
Sébastien growled in annoyance. "I want you to do what you want. What do you want, Colette?"
She bit her bottom lip and cried out, "You! I want you. I want you here, right now in this damn hallway having your way with me. I want you to say you love me and fuck me till I can't breathe. I want... I want to give in to those desires- "
She did not finish that thought before Sébastien had his mouth on hers. She whimpered against the assault and felt her back slam against the wall as he crushed the front of himself against her.
Pain shot through her but she couldn't focus on that because his mouth possessed hers while her hands possessed the back of his head and shoulders. She kissed him back with as much fury and anger that blistered inside of her.
Their tongues battled against each other and their hands roamed all over one another, feeling the other in a frantic embrace. She didn't want to think about Gregorie and how she was betraying him. All she wanted was to give into this one desire.
"Colette," he murmured against her mouth, sucking on her bottom lip. He dragged it between his teeth and she moaned in response to the pain laced pleasure.
She couldn't feel enough of him. His clothes were too much, too in the way as she slid her hand up his shirt to run across his bare stomach. She felt the muscles there clench beneath her touch and he groaned, dragging his mouth down her chin and neck to the swell of the curves of her breast behind her stay.
"Damn this wretched thing," Sébastien seethed. He yanked furiously at the laces and she thought suddenly how grateful she would be if he still had claws.
"Forget it. I want your mouth on me," she panted, pushing at his shoulders. Sébastien obeyed and dropped to his knees. He yanked her skirt and shift up towards her waist and grabbed her leg, hiking it over his shoulder before he brought his mouth against her.
"Argh!" Colette cried out at the sudden invasion of his tongue inside of her. She gripped his blond locks and tilted her hips into his hold on her.
She felt him moan against her and she bucked as pleasure shot through her. His tongue plunged in and out of her, pulling out briefly to lap at her throbbing bud. She cried out, whimpering and moaning as he fed on her.
"Sebastain." She panted. She felt that a familiar swell rising inside of her.
At the mention of his name he suckled on her harder, dragging his tongue against her and plunging it back into the sopping wet cavern.
"Oh god!" She cried out as she found her release. She felt her leg give out and Sébastien braced his hand against her thigh, keeping her pinned to the wall while he continued his agonizing torture. She felt herself go limp before she felt that swell rise again. She turned her head back and forth as pleasure rippled through her. Was she going to come again? How? Her body shuddered as it peaked again and she cried out, bowing over as pleasure burst inside of her.
She felt like liquid as she hung over Sébastien. He pulled out from under her skirts and took her face into his hands. As he kissed her she tasted herself in his mouth and felt her pleasure slick on the skin around it.
"My god, Colette. You taste like honey. I want more." He growled.
Colette's eyes went wide before Sébastien disappeared beneath her skirt again. She felt delirious, drunk on pleasure as he feasted on her a third time. She found her release quicker than last and nearly toppled to the floor.
"Sebastain, please. I- I don't think..." she could hardly breathe as she found her strength dwindling.
Sébastien shook his head. "No. You are not allowed to give up yet."
Colette stared at him with disbelief before he scooped her into his arms and took them down the hall.