Omnia Vincit Amor | Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 16: Taking Precautions ❤️‍🔥

A/N: If you are still here, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU! We are 1/3(?) in this book ♡

C/W: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Read at your own risk.

We do so adore indecent chapters, don't we?

Chapter 16: Taking Precautions

"Sebastian, you don't have to do this."

"Nonsense. Open your mouth."

With a huff, Lucy eyed the spoonful of freshly cooked Omelette knocking at her lips before reluctantly complying.

"I am capable of feeding myself, and—" she protested after emptying her mouth, pointing to where she sat, "Do I really have to sit here?"

By here, she meant on his lap.

It was not like Lucy had no choice—especially not after refusing to be set down and remove her legs around his hips earlier; but she could not shake the feeling of self-consciousness as she wore nothing but an underwear underneath her bathrobe. Right when she thought they were ready to move to the bedroom, Sebastian pushed—literally pushed—her to shower while he prepared her food; and before she could scurry into her bedroom after, he briskly hauled her onto his lap.

Lucy could not help but scowl. For someone who seemed impatient earlier, Sebastian was taking his time. How dare he make her believe he would pounce on her the minute Imelda leaves. How dare he speak to her best friend that way only to disappoint her after. The audacity of this man.

"I don't see a problem," he nonchalantly replied as he scooped another spoonful for Lucy, "Why are you shy all of a sudden when just this morning you were humping my—"

Lucy was quick to redirect and shove the spoon towards him. "Can you please keep the lewd remarks in the bedroom?"

He smirked at her as he chewed.

"It feels... improper when we're not in that mood," she continued.

Sebastian set the spoon down and leaned close, their noses touching. "Who said we can't be?"

His finger streamed from her neck down to her exposed cleavage, tittering as she involuntarily arched her back to press herself deeper in his touch.

Lucy wanted to curse herself. With how exasperating his teasing was, he did not deserve her body's erotic reflexes. It should be him imploring and not the other way around.

"See? Now, quickly finish your food so..." He pried her knees and the robe apart; and with his index finger, slowly, he rubbed her panty-clad slit. "... I can eat, too."

Unfortunately for her, her inner desires refused to be suppressed. Her body betrayed her by indecorously reacting towards his touches, grounding herself against the intruding finger to seek more.

Oh, how the tables have turned. She spent the whole day blocking his incessant advances and now — now, it was her who wanted it most. She would have already cast Evanesco on the Omelette if only she had her wand. Sebastian would certainly be displeased, but she knew a way to lighten his mood afterwards.