Forbidden

15

"Shh, Scarlett, it's me," a familiar voice whispered into my ear, while my back was pressed against their chest.

I gently push the hand away from my mouth, twisting in his grasp to face him. Even in the dim light, I could see the mischievous glint in George's eyes, his smile tinged with the same hunger as before.

"George! You nearly gave me a heart attack," I whispered, unable to contain my own smile as I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling dwarfed by his height. His hands found my hips, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through my body.

"Sorry, love. I just couldn't resist finishing what we started earlier," he murmured in a seductive tone. My body yearned for him, my knees threatening to buckle as he began to pepper kisses along my neck once more.

My breath quickened, the fiery sensation in my belly intensifying. I wanted him. With the same intensity as earlier.

"You're so beautiful, Scarlett," he murmured against my skin as he traced kisses along my jawline, finally capturing my lips. His touch was tender, gentle, filled with a depth of affection that stirred my soul. Yet, my desire for him surged, demanding more.

I lightly grasped his lower lip between my teeth, eliciting a throaty moan from George. He pressed me back against the solid brick wall, his hands sliding down to grasp my thighs, squeezing them before effortlessly lifting me up. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, surrendering to the magnetic pull between us.

My hands tangled in his tousled hair, pulling him closer as our kiss grew fervent, fuelled by primal desire. We craved each other with an intensity that consumed us both. Our tongues danced in a passionate tango, intertwining and exploring with a hunger that bordered on insatiable.

His hands gripped my thighs possessively, eliciting a throaty moan from deep within my chest. I could feel the smirk on his lips as he savoured my response.

Pressing his arousal against mine, the heat between us ignited, intensifying the fervour of our connection. The pressure against me caused another moan to escape my lips, mirrored by George's own moan. He reluctantly parted his lips from mine, yet still held me firmly against the wall, our foreheads pressed together as we both struggled to catch our breath, lost in the euphoria of our passion.

"If we don't stop now, I'm afraid I'll lose control, and I would really like our first time to be in a bed," George muttered between breaths, his voice laced with laughter. I couldn't agree more; a cupboard was hardly the ideal setting for such an intimate moment.

With a shared chuckle, George gently lowered me to the ground, though my legs still felt slightly wobbly from the intensity of our encounter. His hands remained securely on my waist, anchoring me in his embrace. His dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks mirrored my own disarray, evidence of the passion that had consumed us both.

"Don't worry, Scarlett. I won't say a word until you're ready," George whispered, his voice gentle and reassuring answering the questions I had not had chance to ask earlier. Despite the desire to share our newfound happiness with the world, I knew the reality of our situation. The judgmental eyes and cruel words would only mar what should be a joyful occasion at the ball.

"Thank you, George. Let's just keep it between us for now," I murmured, grateful for his understanding. His hand cupped my cheek tenderly, drawing me closer as he presses his lips to mine. This kiss felt different, deeper, and filled with an overwhelming sense of love and acceptance. In his embrace, I felt a sense of security and belonging that I had always longed for—a feeling of home that transcended the confines of my upbringing. With George, I had found the home I had always yearned for.

He pulled away, only slightly, keeping our bodies close, "You don't understand how much I've wanted to do this Scarlett."

As we emerged from the broom cupboard, we took a moment to compose ourselves, ensuring we appeared presentable before heading to the Great Hall. George's goofy grin remained plastered on his face throughout the entire dinner, a constant reminder of the shared moment we had just experienced.