Tempest // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 75*

CW: Sexual content

Rosie's feet padded against the soft, plush carpet of the hallway of Anne and Sebastian's apartment when the door next to her swung open and she was quickly yanked by the arm into the bathroom, door slamming behind her as a naked, sopping and dripping wet Sebastian began the tedious task of removing her clothes.

"Sebastian! What–"

"Shh!" He chided, smacking her lightly on the arse, "Do you want to be caught?"

"No! Hence why I was just going about my business before I was forced into here!" She scolded him, though she made no attempt at stopping Sebastian's advances, she merely teased him and made it a difficult task, forcing her arms to deadweight.

"These moments are precious, you know?" Sebastian reminded her, pressing his mouth against the pulse point of her neck, making sure to add teeth and follow it up with a swipe of his tongue every few moments.

Rosie tilted her head back and groaned.

Sebastian was right. The moments were quite rare. The apartment was old with paper thin walls and with someone always around, whether it be Anne or James or Sebastian working late at the office, their more intimate moments were hard to come by.

But she felt obliged to move in with Sebastian, given her mother's presence at Isabelle's apartment over the last 4 months and with Isabelle preparing to have her baby, sleeping on the lounge just didn't make sense. But it was crowded no matter whose home they were in.

Rosie wasn't sure what possessed Sebastian to be so bold that day, but she obliged anyway, feeling herself succumbing quickly to the eager way he was coercing her into the shower.

Once he'd successfully removed her clothes to have her standing naked and practically shivering before him, he dragged her by the hand into the shower, letting the warm water run over her, warming her up by dragging his hands all over her body.

"God, I missed these," He murmured, large palms moving down her shoulders to cup a breast in each hand, feeling pebbled, cold and perky nipples beneath his palms.

Sebastian kneaded and moulded them, Rosie's head sinking back onto the glass behind her as a gentle moan escaped her lips when Sebastian's head sank, encasing his lips around her left breast.

"Sebastian," she breathed, "We have to be quick."

"I know," he mumbled, mouth full of soft, porcelain flesh. "But I want to savour every fucking moment."

Logic and her memories told Rosie that Sebastian was both full of shit and yet entirely truthful. They did have to be quick, Anne would complain Sebastian had been in the shower for too long and grow suspicious. But he also had a penchant for savouring and biding his time, so when Sebastian uttered the words 'I know', she knew he wasn't going to take it serious.

But her lingering thoughts about the next month's water bill were forced out of her mind by a stray tongue down her throat, not even realising Sebastian had removed his mouth from her breast.

The large palm caressing her chest began to inch south, warm hand dragging pools of water with it as he savoured the feeling of her cool skin against the warm water, following the lines of her waist until he reached the soft dips where her thighs met her hips.

Rosie's breath hitched, desperate but quiet moans swallowed by Sebastian's own mouth, as the stray hand dove lower, parting her thighs with his own knee.

When his fingers made contact with her core, her head slammed back, making quite a loud thud on the glass.

"Sebastian–"