Velvet Whispers | Sebastian Sallow

Ch 13. Uncharted Territory*

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MC POV

"Garreth! Put me down!" I protested.

"I'll put you down when you stop smiling," he retorted as he kept walking through the empty halls of the castle, completely unbothered by my protest.

I huffed, relaxing my body on top of his shoulder. "Where are you even taking me?"

He chuckled. "You'll see."

After a few more twists and turns, we ended up in front of the Prefect's Bathroom. Garreth finally put me down and I tilted my head at the realization.

"But.. you're not a prefect. You're actually the last person your aunt would entrust to be a prefect."

He crossed his arms, "Ha-ha, funny!" he said sarcastically. "No, the Quidditch captains get to enjoy an occasional opportunity to relax here, especially after games. I'm cashing mine in tonight."

He unlocked the door and opened it for me. "Ladies first."

I stepped in and he locked the door behind us, the steam coming from the already-filled pool sticking to my skin. Floating candles were lit everywhere and there was a collection of cushions and rugs on the floor just before the steps leading down into the pool. The moon reflected rainbows onto the walls through the stained glass at the far wall. I turned to Garreth. He was already looking at me, awaiting my reaction.

"It's incredible! You already had all of this set up? For me?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "It was nothing, I just threw it together right before the ball tonight. Hopeful, I guess." His cheeks flushed with those last words.

I paused, my gaze staying on him. No one had ever gone to such lengths for me before, even if it was just for sex. But I didn't believe that was Garreth's ultimate goal with me. I genuinely believed that he just wanted to have a memorable night with me as a close friend. It seems he really did care.

I leaped into his arms, throwing myself at him and locking my lips with his. My moans vibrated against his mouth, earning some muffled growls from him. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, backing me against the tiled wall.

His hands explored my body, not able to settle on one spot for too long. With the wall holding up my body, he gripped my thighs, moving my dress up to my hips as his hands traveled along my skin. His bulge was pressed to my panties now, a beautiful feeling for both of us.

His hands moved to my corset and ripped it open from the middle, tearing the fabric off my body. I gasped at the air nipping my skin. He looked down at my exposed breasts and released a stifled exhale. His lips darted to my neck as one hand found my breast, the other beneath my ass.

I rested my head back against the wall, my moans echoing in the room. "Oh, fuck... Garreth..."

He growled at the sound of his name and gently put me down. I took the opportunity to reach for his suit jacket, tugging it off of him before I ripped open his button shirt.

"A shirt for a shirt," I muttered with a smile.

He returned with a grin of his own and ripped off the remainder of my dress skirt. "I told you I would ruin your dress, love."

He stepped back, looking me up and down. "Take them off," his voice deepened with intent.

Without breaking eye contact, I slipped my thumbs into the band of my panties, slowly sliding them down to the floor before stepping out of them. He nodded to the pool. "Get in."