Bloodlines

Chapter 12- Temptations ♥

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Contains Mature Content, TW: blood, cheers came from snitchseeker.com user: rugbychick13

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It's been a few days since our time in his secret space, but that hasn't stopped his intimate touches. He would brush my leg with his slightly, or my hand while giving me a suggestive look. In potions he would "help" me and keep his hand on me at all times, I loved it, I loved being wanted and desired by him. Something about it was magical.

Garreth and I were sitting in History of Magic class, he would mutter suggestive comments under his breath. I could feel my cheeks getting warm and when I turned to look at him, he'd give me a sweet smile as if he didn't just say the most out-of-pocket thing.

"You are distracting me," I whispered.

"And what would you like me to do about that?" He asked calmly. His tone had a playful edge, and he raised an eyebrow to emphasize his point.

"Someone has grown bold." I giggled. I continued my notes for the day, he definitely made the class more entertaining. After class, we walked hand in hand to our spot past the gardens. It was still hidden by trees even as the leaves began to fall.

We laid on the blanket, he had brought an extra one since it was getting cold now. We were snuggled close, watching the sunset while still hidden by the trees.

"This is really nice, my dear. We make a great pair." Garreth his voice gentle and serene as he took in the beauty of nature. "I'm the Keeper for the Gryffindor team, and you're my little cheerleader." He teased propping himself up and leaning over me.

"Making the cheer team wasn't all that hard, only seven other girls tried out. We did a few routines, a dance or so to make sure that we were capable of performing." I played with his red locks while looking into his dreamy green eyes.

"What do the uniforms look like?" His voice was soft and low.

"Short, definitely out of the dress code." I rolled my eyes. The uniforms made me uncomfortable, and we can tell that they were definitely made to bring attention to certain areas.

"I can't wait to see it." He leaned down and kissed me softly, even though our times together have been more intimate, his kisses remained the same. Soft, sweet, and full of love. I pulled him lower as our kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Our lips danced and his tongue wrestled with mine, he ran his fingers through my hair resting it on the back of my head. He had pushed himself on top of me, and his kisses became hungrier. I matched his passion, my hands wandering, desperate to feel his skin on mine. It was too cold to remove anything, but that didn't stop his hands from wandering low. He slid past the fabric; I shivered as his cold fingers touched my warm skin.

"Sorry, I probably should have warmed them up first." He chuckled.

"It's not too late to warm them," I smirked. He raised a brow and slid his hand down further, his lips meeting mine once more. His hand moved against my sensitive skin, I gasped at his touch. He hummed softly, letting his lips dance on mine while his hand worked. My moans were muffled by his kiss, a few escaped him. Garreth was always about pleasing me, often I felt bad but he insisted on waiting.

Garreth was good with his hands, they moved effortlessly against my skin. His fingers reached inside and moved in and out, his touch was eager but gentle still. I moaned even more, my voice getting lost in the autumn wind.

"Garreth, don't stop, please," I begged, grasping his house robes.

He couldn't help but smile at my words. My voice sounded so needy like that was more than enough to drive him crazy. He nodded at me before he started to move his fingers more and more inside. It feels incredible, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan.