Order of Shadows | Sebastian Sallow Love Story

Chapter Forty Three

"I've been writing down potion ideas for the past couple hours." Séraphine wondered out loud, flickering her eyes to the clock. "Are you attention starved?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "I'm not a child."

"Then what are you?"

In a non-childlike manner, Sebastian grumbled, "Apparently not brilliant."

Amusement flooded through her. He was bothered by that, was he? Séraphine got up from her desk, tidying the scrolls, and placing them into her robe. She casted him a final look, "He had a smart idea to use leech juice. When you bring something smart to the table, I'll praise you too."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, standing up as well. She watched as he closed the distance between them, never breaking eye contact. He leaned down slightly, his hands sliding behind her upper thighs. Séraphine felt her heart begin to race as he picked her up and proceeded to drop her on the table. He placed a hand on her chest, pushing her down.

His voice was low, sending a rush of heat between her legs. "I've brought something smart to the table."

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The French witch stared up at the jealous brute with a flat look. He towered over her in a delicious sort of way and it was an immediate struggle not to start begging for him to touch her. "I didn't mean it the literal sense, 'Bastien."

Séraphine was smoothing down her skirt when he placed himself between her legs. The hand pressing down on her chest now held both her wrists in a tight grip above her head and against he table. If her heart was beating fast paced before, it was being over worked now. She was suddenly sensitive to everything he was doing. With his right hand, he bunched up her skirt over her abdomen.

"Maybe if I was brilliant, I'd have understood your words better." Sebastian replied sourly, reaching into his robe briefly for his wand. He flicked the tip of the wand towards her blouse before directing the movement upwards. The buttons on her blouse all broke off, clamoring to the ground in soft thuds.

Séraphine let out a surprised gasp, "'Bastien."

"Yes, darling." He drawled out the term of endearment, wholeheartedly focused on the lace, navy fabric she was wearing. "I need to buy you some in green."

She rolled her eyes, "Plenty of green, when you're jaloux of Draco."

"There's nothing to be jealous of." He quipped, holding her hands in a tighter grip. She felt him hook a finger in her knickers, but instead of pulling them down, he was pushing them to the side. "You're wet from being pinned by me and that sordid idiot is ignoring his feelings, and missing out on having sex with someone he loves."

"I am not." Séraphine argued, but there was no bite to it.

It took all of her willpower not to squirm under Sebastian's heated gaze. He was staring at her, the front of his pants becoming tighter. She was still a bit sore from last night, but her want was insatiable. Sebastian muttered a charm she didn't recognize which was a feat in itself. When he let go of her wrists, she still couldn't move them. They were pinned by magic now.

Her eyes flared. "Where did you learn that?"

Sebastian's chuckle was deep. "You don't know everything, ma chérie." She saw him kneel down, now disappearing from her view as she couldn't lift her upper body from the desk. "You said you weren't wet? I beg to differ."