"I keep recalling things we never did
Without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?
Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts
Only your actions talk..."
🎧 It goes without saying... The song recommendation for this chapter is:
GUILTY AS SIN - Taylor Swift 🤎
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*NSFW warning - short mature content ahead
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Water trickles somewhere in the distance, its echo bouncing off the walls.
Hissing whispers seem to emanate from the shadows.
"Where am I?" I think to myself, realising I am lying down on a slick, uneven stone floor with puddles of stagnant water.
My vision is blurred by green flames casting an eerie, sickly light that can barely pierce the gloom.
Massive stone pillars surround me, shaped like snakes lined up, with their bodies sinking into the darkness below.
I tilt my head back, and a statue of a face that stands at least fifty feet tall, carved from dark stone, stares back at me.
Suddenly, a pair of burning hands rest on my knees.
They start tracing up my thighs firmly, burying the fingertips on my bare skin.
The hands reach my hips and grasp them, sending shivers through my spine.
My upper thigh is set ablaze with the scorching lick of a tongue, slowly slithering up.
A low, sibilant voice whispers against the wet path traced on my leg, like a serpent.
The hisses start taking shape in my brain, coalescing into a single word that I am perfectly able to translate.
"Mine."
The faltering warm breath finishes trailing up and reaches my core, diving into me with primal force.
My breath hitches, and my eyes roll back as my knees relax and part to the sides.
The searing lips press against my sensitive skin, immediately making my back arc as the tongue flickers and devours me.
"Sebastian..." A moan slips through my faltering breaths, urging my hips to move and rub my core against his face.
The lips pull away and the body hovers over mine to approach my ear, the warm face brushing against my neck.
"You can whisper his name, but I will make you scream mine."
I gasp at the hissing, familiar voice, noticing the slender pale hands and blond hair.
"Ominis????"
I sat up violently at my bed, in the Gryffindor dormitory.
It was a dream.
A really, really vivid dream...
Sweat covered my body, my neck, my forehead. My panties... that goes without saying.
I could still feel the burning sensation of those lips on my skin.
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timeless // Sebastian Sallow
FanfictionThere are two types of people: those who would kill for love and those who would die for it. And they usually end up attracted to each other. • {slow burn friends to lovers, arranged marriage, morally grey characters, fluff and angst, happy ending} ...
