Damned (Alastor x OC)

Ch 51

Löng smut chapter.

Request #4 really grabbed me by the hair and wouldn't let go until I wrote all this down.

Aria's POV

Our kiss started off sweet and slow. He slowly stood up, running his hands over my body and down to my thighs.

His arm swept under my butt, pulling me up as he stood, and forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

The kiss broke and we both panted slightly, looking into each other's eyes.

"You were wrong, dear..." he said, catching his breath, "there is one sweet that I can't get enough of," he growled before connecting our lips again.

He snapped his fingers and I opened my eyes to see why he did. They widened when the entire room had changed. The table was gone, and the large couch was arranged in a way that made almost a fort.

Inside the small square were blankets lining the floor, along with pillows. The fireplace was still roaring behind him, and he smiled at me.

Kissing my cheek, he purred before lowering me to my feet in front of him.

The sofa sort of caged us against the fireplace, but there was more than enough room to move around.

Once I was done looking around, I smiled and looked back to him, "you really put a lot of thought into this, huh?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Maybe just a tad..." he said and I giggled, running my fingers up his chest and then laying my arms on his shoulders.

"And what exactly are you planning on doing to me in this mess of blankets?" I asked him, slightly teasing and slightly wanting to hear him tell me his plans.

He growled slightly, trailing his fingers up my waist. His hand slid over my breast and to my throat. He didn't close his fist or apply any pressure, just stayed there a moment and then slid back down to my hip.

My breath caught, and I blushed.

"I think you know exactly what I'm going to do to you, my love..." his voice rumbled through his chest and he leaned down to kiss me again.

I moaned into his mouth, encouraging him in every way possible. He slid his tongue into my mouth, nearly putting it down my throat, but I didn't care.

He tasted like wine and blood.

His hands went behind my back and tugged at the zipper of my dress. At the same time, I messed with his tie, pulling it away from his neck.

We undressed one another, the heated kiss never breaking. Until finally, we were left breathless once again and he pulled away to look at me.

"You actually wore it..." he mumbled, and I looked down at myself. My body was adorned in the red lingerie he'd dressed me in and my cheeks flared up immediately.

Lowering my eyelids I gave him a sultry smile and stepped forward to press my body against his.

He was left in only his dress pants and halfway unbuttoned dress shirt at this point.

"How do I look?" I purred, and then kissed the exposed part of his chest, stepping back afterwords.

I turned around and stretched my arms over my head, looking over my shoulder at him.

"Is it what you thought it would be?" I said, watching his eyes trail down my body and soak up my appearance.

He looked back to my eyes, slowly walking towards me. The moment his hands met my hips I shivered.