you stared at Ominis as he swung his foot around the broom casually sitting down on the back seat. Patiently waiting for you to take your seat that laid empty in front of him.
Upon closer inspection, you took notice of the way he was seated. to the way he held the broom.
It didn't look like this was his first time riding it. His confident stance, and his bright smile, contrasted to the frail image, you had painted of him in your mind.
Maybe those thoughts...came from a place of wanting to be needed!
His veins pulsates under his skin, like a snake etching it's mark on his pale arms that disappeared under his rolled up sleeves.
His fingers wrapped around the wooden shaft, with maximum strength, and yet delicacy that left you hungry for their touch on you bare skin.
The rampant thoughts spiraled sinfully once more.
How would his fingers feel clawing feverishly at your naked back with need?.
Or those strong thin arms holding you tight, in his safe embrace. as you whispered and moaned his name all night long!.
Merlin!.. you found yourself in that familiar trance again. As you kept staring at his hands that held the broom with grace waiting for your arrival.
"well are you coming?" he asked cheekily as he tucked his wand inside his vest pocket and smiled.
A smile that played with your heart strings more than you had hoped to admit.
"On my way.." you sang walking over to him. Finally getting on the seat in front of him. And placing your hands on the smooth wood of the broom, holding it shakily.
This was the closest you had been with him since that night. The sound of his breathing, being so close to you, made you bite your lips at the memories, where your mouth was glued to his out of thirst and need. Drinking in his taste with feverish breaths between each touch and bite.
How far had you come to think of him in such ways now...was this even the right time?. To let yourself be consumed by the boy who is draining every bit of sense out of you?.
You took a sharp inhale, when his breath tickled your neck, he leaned in closer, wrapping his hands securely around your waist. The motion was very slow and soft almost agonizing. His fingers traced every outline and wrinkle your shirt carried with details. Enjoying every touch that his hands marked onto your clothed body, with a pleased smile.
The concept of breathing felt so foreign to you now. it left you needy.
The inhaled oxygen, that somehow sifted through your lips sharply, hitched in your throat with pleasure, making you feel lightheaded.
Ominis leaned his head on your shoulder. hovering near your neck with his mouth. his lips grazing your skin featherily, as he whispered your name disposedly in your now sensitive red ear.
you could feel your body getting hot and rigid. More so when he pressed his chest on your back trepidly, pulling you closer to him. Making sure to eradicate any space that could separate you from his hungry touch.
Your hands trembled. They fought hard, to focus on securing the broom, that now held the both of you. your eyes darting to his dangerously close face, as his next words teasingly dripped sweetly from his tongue.
"I need to hold you tight....so I don't fall of course!.. is that okay with you Taia?" he smiled as he retracted his face back with a brilliant a smile.
he was teasing you and he was rather enjoying the predicament he left you in. his hands, and body, were already all over yours. Before he even asked for permission. Before his lips parted or even spoke!!.
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The Gaunt Reaper
Fanfiction"Ominis do you trust me...?" you asked as you looked into his pale eyes, although he could not see you, he could hear the shakiness in your voice. What you were about to do was dangerous, and he knew the consequences, but the thought of being able t...
