Ominis Gaunt Loves a Pureblood

3. Trauma

 ~Sorsa Fossey POV

   Ominis and I snuck out of the common room together. With the disillusionment charm in place, making us mostly invisible, we hurried up the stairs and along the halls hand in hand. My heart was beating quickly, not from the long walk but from excitement. His admittance to loving me made me the happiest I've ever felt. Even though he only promised me these last months until graduation, I was confident I could convince him to stay. What better reason to throw caution to the wind than love?

   "Here we are, Doll," Ominis says, pulling me from my thought.

   For a blind man, he is certainly more aware of our surroundings than I am. He had led me the entire way while I was practically daydreaming. Ominis opens the complex locking mechanism on the door to the lift, and we climb in together. It's a tight fit, but I can't say I mind our chest pressed tightly together and the kiss Ominis plants on my head as we go.

   "Ominis," I say once we're settled in the nest of blankets and pillows at the back of the room. I'm feeling more nervous now that we've decided to be a couple than I was when I last night when I boldly kissed him.

   "Yes, Darling?" He says softly. He's lying down, hair neat as always, face relaxed and happy. I've seen him this way before, especially last summer when we read together in the grass near the cliff edges of our castle in Irondale.

   "I'm... a bit nervous, suddenly," I admit. Ominis doesn't respond right away. Instead, he pulls on my hand until I'm close enough to grab about the waist and settles me against his side. My heart hammers away, and I suck in a breath. Ominis chuckles, vibrating against my head as I lie partially on him.

   "So am I, little Doll. So am I." He murmurs softly. His hand around my back grips my waist, and his other hand trails up and down my side, going notably farther down than ever before, to where his hand will settle over my hip before moving back up. I shiver when his finger tickles my waist unknowingly. I tilt my head to look at his face, finding a devilish smirk that makes my core heat up.

   "You don't seem nervous," I comment. He smiles, tilting his head toward my voice.

   "I am, trust me, only I've dreamed of touching you, holding you, whispering to you for so long. I know the little sounds you make and the way your body reacts. Years of being close to someone does that to me. I want to hear and feel all your little reactions." His voice is suddenly husky.

   He turns us so we're both on our sides. His fingers feel for me, moving to catch my chin. I bite my lip in anticipation, and his fingers feel my mouth trailing over my teeth and lips. He chuckles.

   "I'd like to bite your lips." He mutters.

   I let out a shaky breath. Ominis's mouth crashes down on mine, kissing me fervently. He does what he said he wanted to, catching my bottom lip in his teeth and biting gently. I moan into his mouth. He pulls away.

   "Oh, Sorsa, I love that sound, your moans." He huffs.

   I make another little noise, and he kisses me again. I tuck my fingers under his shirt and feel his bare flesh. I have before, after a particularly nasty run-in with three dugbogs Sebastian, Ominis, and I had. Ominis received a gash across his middle, the scar of which I can feel now. I trace it before moving across his toned abdomen and chest. He shudders. Now I bite his lip, and he grunts, pressing me onto my back and into the pillows. His hands slide down my nightgown to the hem, but he doesn't dip under it yet, settling for gripping my thigh.

   "I love you, Ominis," I whisper, placing a hand on his face. I stroke his cheek, and he leans into my palm. He releases my thigh and drops onto his side, pulling me against him like before. "Why did you stop?" I ask, irritation in my voice. A deep sense of need wanted him to continue, overshadowing my fear of my first time.