Pure Inheritance ~ Ominis Gaunt

Part 19

His mouth thinned in a poorly confined smile, his cheeks blushing with delight, and MC had to mirror his expression.

- You do?

- Yes - she was trying to laugh and speak simultaneously.

Ominis racked his brain for something to say, but nothing seemed appropriate. So, this time, he kissed her without reserves, without feeling that he needed to hide that kiss from the world. He kissed her because now he had the right to do it.

It was gentle, sensual and full of promises that had her squirming with need.

- Ominis, they are looking at us - she eyed a group of ladies raising their noses at their display of affection. They seemed highly invested, even if they pretended to be disgusted.

- Let them - he was kissing her neck, nipping the skin and licking away the sting.

- But...

- Or we could leave this place and finish what you started this morning - there was a groan mixed between the words whispered in her ear, and the memory of that morning turned her insides into a hot whirlpool of arousal. She felt the dribble of desire accumulate, and not too soon, she was rubbing her thighs together to quench the need for touch -. This time, I won't stop with a kiss. This time, I promise that I'll learn your body. Learn exactly what you like - he curls his fingers around the back of her neck -. I'll learn how to satisfy you.

MC's head was swimming away in Limbo, her body relaxing to his touch and her brain trying to match the words with his face. Telling him she agreed to be his was probably not a good idea since it seemed to stir an untamed animal inside him.

- Please stop - she was out of breath -. Not here. Don't say those things here.

During their encounter, Ominis and MC managed to keep their hands and bodies at an "appropriate" distance; their kisses were the only scandalous behaviour that anyone else could witness. Even though his words made her feel as if his hands were scouting her body, lifting her skirt past her waist and caressing her skin, Ominis still had managed to contain his urges.

-You want me to stop? - He towered over her and used her braid to distract himself from apparating her away in front of a multitude of muggles.

- For now - she gasped -. People are looking this way, and they look a bit judgy.

- Very well - he kissed the tip of the braid -. As you wish.

The gesture was innocent, but now she feared nothing he did was random.

- Should we go to a tavern? - She cleared her throat and sat on the grass, amazed that her clothes were still clean. She had the distinct impression that she had just been thoroughly shagged - I am parched.

Her heart rate was rising, and she noticed Ominis was also anxious.

- Not yet - Ominis stood up with a groan and bent his waist to help her on her feet -. May I have a dance, my lady?

His question surprised her until she realized another agglomeration had formed around the musicians. The townspeople were clapping loudly to set the rhythm of the music, and their enthusiasm was infectious.

- I promised to show you my country moves - he smirked.

Laughing at his sudden silliness, MC guided Ominis toward the multitude, and they set themselves on the outskirts of the stage.

The music was loud and jolly, accompanied by the claps and laughs of those standing around. It was so overwhelming that she could barely hear a spoken word, and she felt the mass pushing the young ones to enter the round of dancers.