Exile || Sebastian Sallow

23 | Heartbreak Prince

"Tried to change my ways
and walk the line you follow."
—Lord Huron

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23 | Heartbreak Prince

Sebastian's Perspective

Holding her felt like a dazzling, flickering starlight I didn't deserve even in my darkest nights. Someone I should let go to keep her light flickering so my shadows wouldn't drown her out.

But here I was holding onto her rain-soaked body, clinging on religiously as if I ever believed in heaven and everyday living wasn't hell.

Selfishly.

Longingly.

Greedily.

I breathed her in as our lips intertwined feverishly with my hand cupping the side of her neck and face, my other hand clutching the cursed sweater separating us and slowly traveling to its hem and under until I touched her soft skin. She gasped against my mouth at the new territory I was exploring, and I could do nothing except capture the sound with my lips.

Over, and over, and over again. Fingers threading through her hair. Her hands desperately clutched to the front of my black sweater.

"Belle," I rasped before going in for another kiss.

She must have said my name too but it felt like a drug having her lips against mine, the kind of drink that made me forget all common sense like I was a drunken fool for even touching it in the first place after being sober for years.

And a fool, I would become for now. The voices of reason in my head can go fuck themselves.

Neither of us refused to let go, and I could feel every emotion she poured into the kiss like she needed it to breathe. My thumb underneath her sweater traced the landscape of her front and her waist, pulling her closer, more flush against me.

I walked us back, stumbling a bit, until my legs hit the edge of the fountain. Her laboured breath ghosted my cheek momentarily when I parted us, only to duck my head to her neck.

She held on to my shoulders like she was holding on from getting thrown overboard by a ship in the middle of a storm as my teeth grazed her skin. But fuck it, I was already overboard and I didn't know how to stop myself from getting lost in her current.

"Sebastian, please," she whimpered, pulling me in closer.

I sucked on her skin and soothed it with a kiss, a spot that her sweater concealed just enough. Then I let my lips trail from her neck to her jaw until I met my mark again. Her lips.

"You can still tell me to stop," I breathed, watching her blink away rain out of her eyes.

We were both soaked, the air around us cold. But with our bodies so close, uneven breaths mingling in the middle, it was enough to keep us warm.

Her head tilted up to meet my eyes, her fingers trailing my forehead and keeping hair out of my vision. "I don't want to do that," she admitted.

I hissed a little from her words because I needed her to stop me and her refusal only amplified my selfish need more until I couldn't think straight once again.