Exile || Sebastian Sallow

38 | Luck of the Draw ♡

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"Uh oh, I'm falling in love.
Oh no, I'm falling in love again.
Oh, I'm falling in love."
— Taylor Swift

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♥ warning: contains explicit adult content

38 | Luck of the Draw

Sebastian's Perspective

Belle threw her head back and laughed a melodic cure to the soul, her legs wrapping around my waist as I supported her by her thighs. I strained in my pants at how much I needed her that I couldn't hold myself back.

I pressed her back to the wall and locked her lips with mine. Somehow, we'd found ourselves in a cramped closet as soon as we returned from strolling around Godric's Hollow.

"Seb..." Laboured breathing ghosted my skin.

I chuckled low, dipping my head to kiss her neck, tasting the sweetness and saltiness of her skin. "You hadn't called me that in a long, long while."

"Do you hate it?"

"No," I answered honestly. It was throwing me back to a simpler time. Back when none of the crashes ever happened and we'd never been shipwrecked.

Then again, I was glad I was shipwrecked on her island. It was a possessiveness I learned to embrace. Her arms now wrapped around mine and no one else's.

But now I wanted something else wrapped around me. Her mouth around my twitching cock. She knew damn well what she was doing to me when we went for a stroll. So many times she'd walk ahead of me and throw a flirtatious smile over her shoulder while she swayed her hips.

"We're going to get caught." An attempt at a poor excuse from her.

"I don't know what you mean," I rasped against her neck, smirking. "No one knows we're back yet."

"Right, not yet. But, you know exactly what I mean. Mia could come home any moment." Her words were breathy, singing of need.

"Oh, then let her hear." I smirked against her hot skin, capturing her earlobe with my teeth to elicit a small moan from her. "I'm sure she knows damn well what it is we've been up to lately."

She gasped in disbelief and slapped my arm playfully, her cheeks heating at my teasing.

I shrugged, letting my lust and a whole lot of something else speak for itself. "Tell me to let you go and I'll walk away right now, Sunshine. I promise. I just need the word."

Her gaze narrowed, lips parting slightly as she thought of how to respond. Only a bit of light peeked through this closet under the door frame I'd locked. I couldn't make out all of her features, but I was convinced I'd recognize her entirely just with the outline of her shadow. The beat of her heart. Her touch. That was how fucked up she has made me in the head.

And I wouldn't have it any other way. I had the time of my life memorizing her.

She broke into a lustful grin, eyes growing heavy with need. "Well, don't stop now."

"That's my good girl." I grinned, kissing her again.

I placed her back down on the ground momentarily as we kept kissing, just long enough for me to peel off her knitted sweater and trousers, and the lace underneath all the layers I knew to be soaking quickly. All the while, she fumbled with my belt and zipper, and the buttons of my shirt.