Erised ─ Sebastian Sallow

Chapter Ten

Holy fuck.

He hadn't noticed me yet, thank Merlin. I quietly stepped into the room, the echo of my steps gaining his attention.

He turned his head at the noise, and we locked eyes.

Shit.

Just his eyes practically made me melt. I longed for him. I needed him. His touch, his lips, his voice. The way his face looked in the light of the fire was heavenly.

"How's Garreth?" He spoke, his voice tense, almost jealous.

"Fine, good," I mumbled, still trying to reach the stairs.

"Winifred?" He asked.

I turned to him, trying to wipe the sweat from my palms that was practically pooling out of me. I probably looked feverish. I felt feverish.

"Yes?" I practically squeaked out. My eyes trailed to his body. He had grown since last year. He had muscles. His arms, oh fuck, his arms.

"Are you feeling alright?" Concern was laced in his voice. He slowly approached me, his eyebrow slightly raised.

I opened my mouth to respond, but his body moving closer flustered me speechless. The closer he got, the more the yearning rose in my body, the more my heat burned.

Before I knew it, he had ushered me to the couch, looking at me closely. His hand on the back of my back caused me to let out a small wince. I prayed he couldn't hear me.

"What did he do to you?" He was asking, scanning my face. His voice was angry. I could barely hear it through the noise of the blood rushing through me.

Before I could stop him, his hand went up to cup my cheek. I knew it was meant to be a caring gesture, nothing more.

But I let out a soft whimper, unable to control the noise from escaping.

The feeling of his skin on mine was like a drug. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will away the thoughts.

Fuck. Oh fuck. His skin. His tanned, freckled perfect skin.

I opened my eyes again, meeting his. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was staring into my eyes with confusion. The desire in my stomach was growing. I needed him.

"I'm going to go to the Hospital w-" He started to speak.

"Wait!" I said, the words spilling out of me before I could stop myself. My eyes drifted around his face, landing on his lips. His soft, pink lips.

Don't leave. I need you. I need to feel you.

"Winifr-"

Before I could stop myself, I kissed him.

A small kiss, on his lips, that only lasted a second before I ripped myself from him.

Oh, Merlin, I knew I would regret this. But no feeling of regret could top the feeling of longing, longing to kiss him again.

He stared at me in shock.

"I'm so sorr-"

This time, it was him that interrupted me with his lips.

He grabbed my the back of my neck and smashed my face into his. His kiss was passionate, hungry. His hands felt all over me, reaching to touch my face and under my shirt. I gasped into him, letting small moans escape my lips.

The potion  coursed through my veins, amplifying every touch, every kiss. I couldn't think straight, couldn't resist. All I knew was that I needed him, needed this.