Ominis Gaunt Loves a Pureblood

7. Escaping Together

Ominis Gaunt POV

   I waited patiently for Sorsa's inevitable return. Through her promise to Madam Blainey not to try and see me again before visiting hours, I could hear her lie. She was never good with rules, although many teachers were convinced otherwise. I could hear her footfalls as she entered. They left the wards down at night, having locked all the doors leading to this part of the castle. Not many knew unlocking spells, but Sorsa had mastered them. I pull my covers back and hold them open. Her soft chuckle is music to my ears.

   "You knew I'd be back." She whispers, climbing into my arms and settling against my chest. She fits very well there.

   "Hmm," I murmur, kissing her forehead. "I've delayed taking my potions until had could speak with you a little."

   "Oh, you should take them then since I'm here. I don't want you feeling sick again." She tries to lean up to reach for them on the nightstand behind me. I tighten my grip, pulling her down again.

   "In due time, Darling," I whisper. She makes a little noise when I press her into the small bed. I pepper kisses across her face and neck, saving her lips for last. She lets out a little whimper, and my erection presses into her thigh.

   "Ominis..." She mumbles. "I've missed you," I moan as she kisses me along my jaw. I let my hands run down her body. She's wearing pajamas. Pants and button-down type instead of a nightgown this time. My hand slides under her shirt, pausing on her stomach below her breasts.

   "Tell me to stop." I huff. My fingers shake. She sucks in a shaky breath.

   "Never," She breathes the words.

   I squeeze her right breast; the tissue is soft and lovely under my hands. I groan, capturing her mouth again and biting her lip. She whimpers again. I may have bitten her a bit roughly. I graze my fingers over her nipple, rolling it and pinching it. She moans again, arching her back against me.

   "Oh, Merlin," I huff. I want to take her so badly. I pull my hand back abruptly, placing it on the pillow beside her head and dropping my forehead on the other side. I take staggering breaths.

   "Why did you stop?" My girl asks and lets out a shaky chuckle.

   "My little minx wanted me to continue. Is that it, Doll?" I whisper, voice husky. Her hands rest on my chest, and she slides them up to my neck.

   "No, I suppose the infirmary is a poor location to lose one's virginity." She pulls on my neck, and I yield to her as she brings my mouth to hers. This kiss is gentle and tender.

   When we pull apart, I drop next to her on the bed. I pull Sorsa's back against my chest to spoon her.

   "Yes, indeed. I'd rather be somewhere you can scream my name when you come around my cock." I whisper. She yelps quietly, and I can hear her heart pounding. I chuckle, smirking behind her.

   "Oh my." She huffs. I chuckle again. "You make me so..."

    "Wet? Let me feel." I demand.

   I wait for her to nod before sliding my hand down her abdomen. She sucks in a breath when I lift her waistband of not only her pants but underwear as well. I growl in her ear as I lie back slightly to open her legs and give me room. Her slit is warm and dripping wet. Dirty minx. She trembles in my hand. Suddenly, I want more. More moans from her, more noises of desire. I want her undone. I feel for her opening, dipping a finger in. She whimpers, pressing her bottom back into me reflexively.

   "Ominis... Ominis, I thought we were waiting..." She mumbles, words slurred. I use my thumb to press on her clit, and her hips buck again. I start slowly and consistently rubbing her bundle of nerves and feeling inside her with my finger. "Oh, Ominis, it feels good." Her husky, slurred voice spurs me on. I speed up slightly. "You don't have to," She adds.