Basilisk (Dark Ominis Gaunt x OC gothic romance)

Chapter 38: Heard

~~Ominis~~

Ominis looked up as the door unlocked, smiling as Ariadne returned from comforting her sister. He had already changed into his night pants, choosing to leave the shirt off since he would just take it off anyway.

"How is she doing?" Ominis asked gently, smiling a bit when he heard her hearbeat quicken at a she approached him. Oh, so she liked the sight of him like this, did she? Well that was good to know... and definitely boosted his ego.

"She's doing better. I'm glad I went to visit her, though." Ariadne said, and he heard the flutter of silk as she started to undress.

"Hold on now." He grinned, standing from the bed to walk behind her. "This is the fun part."

He felt her hair shift as she looked back at him, and he smiled as he brought a lock of her long silky hair up to his lips. "You didn't think we wouldn't take this opportunity to have some fun, did you? We don't even need shields here. It's fantastic."

She chuckled softly, and he felt her rear press back against him as she arched her back and reached back to slide a hand through his hair. Ah, he did love it when she did that. "I had a feeling." She said in amusement.

"Hopefully the neighbors won't mind too much. Not that I care much if they do." He chuckled darkly as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder gently.

"We'll just say we're on our honeymoon." Ariadne giggled.

"Sly little thing." Ominis chuckled, but rather liked that excuse. It fit too, since they were still newlyweds.

He ran his hands along her shoulders, sliding them down to the hem of her dress and his breath shuddered out softly when he felt she didn't have sleeves under her upper arms. She'd been wearing this all day?! It was such risqué dress... Sebastian had been fairly respectful, then.

"Such an imp, this dress is so low cut." He growled lustily at the thought, tracing the hem to the top of her breasts, the swell only just visible. So it was somewhat modest in that regard at least. Thank goodness. Still, showing off her shoulders like that... what a teasing little thing. He'd have to pay closer attention.

"I was wondering when you'd notice." Ariadne giggled mischievously.

"You wore it on purpose." He said huskily, his hands sliding to the back of her dress to untie her corset and get to work loosening the laces.

"Of course." Ariadne said softly. "I do love teasing you."

"You're playing with fire, little rabbit." Ominis leaned forward to whisper in her ear as he gave her an especially hard yank at her strings that had her lose her balance for a second. "You sure you can handle the heat?"

"I think I'm going to find out." She said breathlessly.

He gave a wicked smile before he tore at her laces hungrily, tossing the corset aside. The top of the dress came next, reaching around her to slide his hands along the front, unbottoning each button slowly, his fingers sliding against her thin chemise beneath the shirt before he slid it off her arms to the floor.

He cupped her breasts through her shirt, smiling when she moaned softly as he massaged them, kissing her neck while he rubbed her gently. His hands trailed lower. Sliding to the back of her skirt to untie that, and with a little shimmy of her hips and a tug from him they fell to her feet to leave her in her her petticoats and chemise.

"So many layers... I'm going to have you walk around home in those more casual dresses. Societal expectations be damned." He growled impatiently as he untied the petticoats as well.

"I wouldn't mind that." Ariadne turned her head to kiss his chin softly. "It would be a lot more comfortable."

"Then casual it is." He grinned. Finally letting the petticoats fall, leaving only that thin chemise. He gathered the cotton up at her hips, letting it bunch against her belly with one hand while the other immediately dove between her legs to slide his fingers along her folds. He smiled against her hair as she gasped and shuddered, leaning back against him as he pleasured her gently to start with, sliding his fingers along her, gently stroking her clit with the action and making her legs weak.