Passionate Professors || Sebastian Sallow

Part 1 | Ch. 40 - Sacrifices *

This chapter covers topics that may be triggering to some readers. Please read the list of trigger warnings in the Author's Note or proceed with caution.

The broken man before me was not Sebastian Sallow. No, the man before me was a fractured, hollow being that I had never seen before. A burden hung on his shoulders, too heavy to bear.

I knelt on the floor in front of him, cupping his tear-streaked cheeks with my hands. "You don't have to endure this alone."

His brown, tear laden eyes met mine, glistening in the moonlight. They were searching my face for fear or malice, signs that I would leave him like so many others had. "I'm not afraid of you, Sebastian. Or your past."

"You should be." His voice cracked as another salty droplet grazed his cheekbone. I leaned up and kissed it away. He shuddered under the light touch of my lips.

"I won't let you do this to yourself, to us." I whispered. Before he could protest, I slid onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close. He buried his head into my robed shoulder, our breathing slowing and synchronizing instantly. His hands found themselves in the opening of the bathrobe, slithering across my waist.

"You don't-" he started before I stopped him, like he had done for me countless times before.

"Shhh," I lightly shrugged his head off my shoulder, my lips meeting his firmly. His arms tightened around my body as he breathed into our kiss, a sigh of relief. I didn't doubt that anyone but Ominis had balked at his past. I wanted to make sure he knew I wouldn't follow suit.

Sebastian tickled my back with his fingers as they traced tiny circles down my spine, goosebumps spreading over my skin. I readjusted my legs, straddling him on the arm chair, my thighs resting on the outsides of his. Whether this would escalate into a nice distraction to his hurt, angry sex, or just lust filled love-making, I wasn't sure. The answer really didn't matter to me, as long as he was okay with it.

Between his legs told me that he welcomed my advances. I ground my hips against his and he groaned into mouth. We kissed frantically, like most of our make out sessions, so hungry for each other. Sebastian's cold fingers grasped my breast and I shuddered at his playful squeeze.

"Let me take this off," he smirked. Gone was the broken man from a few minutes earlier, now replaced with a determined, passionate man. He kissed my neck as he began untying the robe belt and opening the front, revealing my bare body underneath. He slid the sleeves down my arms, just as I had done for him in the Prefect's bathroom, slowly and seductively. I felt the response between his legs as he hardened even further. Teasing him, I continued to rock my hips over his pants. His groin pushed hard against me and I let him lose control, his hands moving my ass back and fourth on top of him at the pace he wanted.

In one fast movement, he draped my legs over his arm and carried me to the unmade bed. He placed me on my back and crawled on top of me. His calloused hands continued roving my curves, exploring every inch of my trembling body. His fingers stroked the apex of my thighs before two of them dove inside of me, my breath catching in my throat.

He stopped kissing me to look directly in my eyes, his fingers driving in and out rhythmically. "Is that good?" His voice a low purr, vibrating inside my bones.

"Mmm," was all I could say back, my hips bucking at the mountain of pleasure that was accumulating within me. Just before I could reach the peak, he moved his hands around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

I scrambled to take off his pants. He helped me by kicking them off the rest of the way, springing out for me.

"I need you. Now." I was completely breathless, pleading for his length.