*Under reconstruction* Obsession (Sebastian Sallow x O.C)

Chapter 7 - Library 🥵

Sebastian's POV

I couldn't resist.

The moment I saw her, I wanted to devour her.

I knew Ominis was right; I shouldn't treat Athea like any other girl I've been with. Athea is different. She's too precious to me, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to ruin her, see her squirm underneath me, crying my name—begging for me to go deeper.

I wanted to treat her with the utmost care, to respect her wants and needs—but mine was making me go utterly mad for her.

All these years, waiting, yearning, craving for her. It had come to a boiling point that I could no longer withstand.

"Athea..." I breathed out her name like it was the last line of defence left before I completely lost my sanity. "I will keep my word, I won't force myself on you or do anything you do not want me to do. Just tell me to stop and I will." my thumb continued to rub against her neck, hoping to rub the makeup away. It was working slightly, the hues of purple and red becoming visible.

She didn't stop me. She let me do as I pleased, even when she knew I was being selfish—you're too kind to me, Athea.

Her emerald eyes watched me; her soft lips didn't utter a single word.

I knew I gave her more marks of my love—did she hide the ones on her chest?

The hand that was rubbing on her neck travelled down to her chest.

Her breath hitched, knowing full well where my hand was going. Her pale skin turned red from my action, but she didn't stop me.

I delicately pulled down on the collar of her sweater. I didn't bother hiding the grin that appeared on my face as I saw her chest beautifully decorated by my love bites.

It made sense; no one would see these marks unless they undressed her—no one would dare do so but me.

"I didn't cover all of them..."

Her voice came out barely above a whisper—oh, how I can't wait to hear her scream my name.

I couldn't resist any longer.

Without another thought, my lips found hers in a passionate kiss. Athea's eyes widened in surprise; a small gasp escaped her lips before I muffled any other sound that threatened to come out of her.

She was irresistible.

Mine.

She's all mine.

Athea made no effort to resist or stop me; she responded to my kiss with her desire for me—a desire I quickly reciprocated.

Her delicate hands soon found their way through my brown waves, messing it up even more with her little fingers. I felt her tug on my hair, making me groan. I made an effort to make as little noise as possible—I wouldn't want anyone interrupting us.

The position was getting rather aggravating.

I needed to be closer to her, to feel the warmth of her body against mine.

My arms snaked around Athea's waist, lifting her gently. My lips still latched on hers as I set her down on the table, positioning myself between her legs—that's better.

"Sebastian..." she breathed out my name—music to my ears. "We shouldn't..."

My lust-filled eyes stared into her innocent one while my lips hovered over hers in a teasing matter—but torture for me.