The Forbidden Love of Aesop Sharp

Chapter 19 - Surrender*

I closed my eyes, savoring his breath brushing against my lips, my own breath quickening, and each passing second seemed to stretch into an eternity. His grip on my nape tightened, while he gently placed his other hand against my bare back, his fingers delicately grazing my skin along my spine.

With a trembling hand, I rested it upon his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart racing as fast as mine. The sensation of his hands exploring my body left me breathless and gasping for air. The building warmth within me quickened the pulsating beat of my blood, and the anticipation became almost unbearable, leading to a soft moan escaping my lips.

He released a prolonged sigh, and his hand glided from my back to rest on top of mine, which still lay upon his chest. I opened my eyes, seeking his gaze, but his attention remained fixed on our intertwined hands, his fingers gently caressing mine. The warmth of his palm against mine sent shivers down my arm. Every movement of his was tender and filled with gentleness.

I took a moment to admire his attire. Since the beginning of our stay in London, he had exchanged his usual professorial attire for more casual clothing. It had made things more complicated for me, as his clothes were far more tight than his Hogwarts uniform.

So, as I gently caressed his chest, I couldn't help but appreciate the texture of the fabric of his black shirt, which allowed me to sense the well-defined muscles beneath. In the same shade, his trousers were secured by a leather belt with a silver buckle, featuring a serpent with emerald eyes sculpted into the clasp.

My hand left his chest, and I stroked his cheek, tracing his scar with my thumb. He winced and raised his head to meet my gaze. His eyes, deep and penetrating, seemed to search for something within me, as if he were delving into my soul for answers. I couldn't help but get lost in his enigmatic eyes, captivated by the mystery they held.

I could feel his hesitation in the way he looked at me, as if he were grappling with his own emotions. His gaze never wavered from mine, and I was certain I could see a glimmer of desire flickering within them.

"Katie," he repeated, his voice growing firmer, a warning not to push further.

"No..." I whispered softly, as if to offer reassurance, my hand still tenderly caressing his cheek.

However, he shook his head, a nearly imperceptible gesture that didn't elude my notice, breaking the intensity of the moment. His fingers gently slipped away from mine on his leg, guiding me softly. He took my hand from his cheek and brought it closer to his mouth, a warm breath warming my skin before he placed a kiss on it, his lips soft and tender.

In a desperate gesture, I freed my hand from his and swept my hair away. Without distancing myself from him, I locked my gaze with his and began to lower my dress, still open at the back, exposing the upper part of my chest without baring it entirely.

He stiffened, his lips parting, but his eyes remained locked with mine, refraining from looking directly at my body. Smiling gently, I took his hand in mine. He resisted briefly, then yielded when I placed my other hand back on his thigh.

Slowly, I guided his hand towards my chest, and he instantly cupped one of my breasts. His gaze scanned my body, and he drew nearer, his lips grazing my ear.

"You have no idea of what you're stepping into," he cautioned before capturing my earlobe with his lips, kissing and nibbling it. A pleasurable gasp escaped me, and his hand pressed against my back, pulling me closer to him.

I remained on my knees before him, my legs beginning to grow uncomfortable, tingling unpleasantly. However, there was no way I would interrupt this moment for anything. His lips continued their journey down my neck, kissing it passionately, licking and sucking my skin, igniting a fiery sensation deep within my lower abdomen that was tantalizingly tormenting.