Pure Inheritance ~ Ominis Gaunt

Part 7

That time of the morning made him feel disgusted with the sheets and his sleepwear. His body was already sweaty due to the fireplaces being turned on even before the sun was completely up, giving the room a soft and insistent glow that he could feel on his skin, making the silk of his pyjama damp around his thighs.

Ominis leaned down and patted the floor with his right hand, looking for the shirt that Serafina had thrown in her haste to get him in bed.

- Why are you up so early?

He tried to flap the wrinkles off the piece of clothing while placing his feet on the floor, paying close attention to the sounds of the bed sinking when Serafina rolled to his side of it.

She looked up through hazy eyes, admiring his chiselled back while he tried to put on his shirt. She would often categorize Ominis as the most beautiful man she had ever seen, and his coldness whenever they engaged in pleasantries made him an addiction she could not get rid of. He turned around so she could admire his chest, but her eyes automatically looked for his.

They looked at the wall opposite the bed, not even trying to face her properly.

- I must get going – he was buttoning the shirt from the hem -. Apologies if I can't keep you company.

- As usual – she smirked.

He smirked as well.

- You could stay a little longer – the innuendo came out in a songlike attempt -. I am sure they won't mind you missing the ceremony.

Ominis ignored the suggestion and proceeded to button the cuffs.

- Would you dare to make my parents wait? I hope for your sake you never attempt such foolishness.

The man in front of her removed the underside of his sleepwear giving her a full view of his assets, and Serafina tried to commit it to memory. She licked her lips, suddenly feeling parched. Serafina's hand came up to caress him, but Ominis moved away from the bed and finished dressing himself.

- Ominis – she called right before he reached for his wand.

He hummed his response.

- Perhaps I could join you later? – Her voice was laced with hope.

- Why would you do that? – With his wand in his right hand, he could see her outlined on the bed. Ominis was used to her clinging to him the morning after they had sex, but all it took was pushing her away a couple times for her to go back to her icy settings. He felt enough pleasure during the act to be agreeable to do it often. Still, he realized his affection for Serafina died right after he had satisfied them both. It was toxic, yet he kept coming back at the mere show of seduction on her part – The tournament may last a whole school year, but we'll only be there for three days. A week, at most!

She stood up and sauntered over to him.

- I know – her arms sneaked around his neck, and she pressed her naked body against his -. But now that our relationship is official, we should engage in the open more often.

Ominis took her wrists softly while still holding his wand and placed a kiss inside them both.

- Noted – he let go of her -. When I come back, we will discuss it.

He had taken it away before she could enjoy the tenderness, leaving Serafina starving for more. At the same time, she saw him walk away and close the door behind him. A sigh escaped her lips, and she ran toward the bed, most specifically, the side he always claimed as his. His smell surrounded her like a spell or perhaps a curse, as it only intensified the pain in her chest.