Lost Devotion // Sebastian Sallow

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"Olivia" a familiar voice called out to me.

As I laid there, a gentle sensation caressed my lips, like a soft breeze on a summer's day. It was accompanied by a low whisper, so delicate that it tickled the sensitive skin on my neck.

In the darkness, a gentle touch began to creep up my back, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if an invisible hand was caressing me, making its way under the delicate fabric of my nightgown.

Suddenly, a voice, filled with urgency and familiarity, called out to me, whispering my name. It pleaded with me to open my eyes, to uncover the mystery that awaited me in the shadows.

"Olivia."

I blinked my tired eyes, desperately trying to make out the silhouette before me.

"There you are love. I was hoping you'd wake up for me."

"Seb-Sebastian?!" I abruptly sat up, but he promptly restrained me, pulling me back onto my bed and silencing my lips with his finger.

"You have to be quiet or else the others will wake up," he spoke into my ear, gently grazing my lobe before taking it between his lips and softly nibbling it.

It was still dark and I couldn't discern his features clearly, the drawn curtains on my bed only letting in slivers of light.

I reached out, my arm stretching towards him, and gently rested my hand on his cheek. As my fingers brushed against his skin, I couldn't help but notice its rugged and distinct texture. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, his piercing brown gaze met mine, captivating me completely. A glimmer of light danced off his eyes, adding an enchanting glow to the spark growing between us.

"I have missed you, Olivia," he uttered, his breath warm and his hands displaying a sense of urgency as he drew me closer.

"Sebastian, I..."

Before I could finish my sentence, his lips collided with mine in a breathtaking explosion of passion. The intensity of his kiss left me gasping for air, my heart racing in my chest. His tongue danced playfully along the contours of my lips, a tantalizing invitation that I couldn't resist. Unable to hold back any longer, I yielded, parting my lips to welcome the intoxicating taste of his kiss. It was a moment of pure bliss, a symphony of sensations that consumed my every thought.

I couldn't resist the urge to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our lips moved in perfect harmony, as if we had been practicing this dance for ages. His kiss was so passionate, his hands tightly gripping my waist, igniting something within me that I never knew existed. It was like a fire had been lit, and I was completely consumed by its flames.

As I pulled away, gasping for air, I couldn't help but ask, "Sebastian, what's going on?"

But before I could get an answer, he pleaded with me to stay silent and just revel in the moment. "Please, let's not talk. I need you. I will explain everything later," he whispered, nibbling on my earlobe again with a tenderness that I had never felt before.

My mind was racing with questions, but my body was in control. All I wanted was him, and I was ready to take a leap of faith to finally feel his touch despite everything that had transpired between us.

I kissed him passionately, pouring all my desire into the moment. He responded with a deep growl, and I felt his weight shift on top of me. The sensation was thrilling, and I surrendered myself completely to the moment. I was done for, and I couldn't have been happier about it.

As his length continued to grow, it pressed against my inner thigh with an electrifying intensity. In a daring move, I instinctively pushed my hips forward, allowing him to intimately feel the pulsating ache within me.