Hiraeth | Sebastian Sallow Love Story

Chapter Seventy Six: Four Days

Sebastian flickered his eyes to the eggs, seeing that they were ready to be flipped. A ruthless grin spread on his lips, but his voice came out innocent and nonchalant.

"It's time to flip them, shortcake. Don't ruin them or I ruin you."

Gracie turned her head slightly, "I thought you already ruined me?"

A dark chuckle escaped him as he slid his free hand up to the base of her throat where he squeezed her throat. "Gracie, you are mine to ruin over and over again." He squeezed a bit harder before letting her go. No time for breath play. "Flip those eggs. Now."

The moment she slid the spatula underneath the first egg and went to raise her hand, he sank into her. It wasn't nice. In one moment, he filled her so completely that he had to calm his breathing as she clenched around him. She was so fucking wet and warm around him; he was never going to get tired of being inside her. Gracie gasped, her hand jerking, and the egg ripped in half. Sebastian let out a low pitched, dangerous laugh that made her shiver.

He placed his hands on her hips, "How disappointing. You can't even listen to basic fucking instructions. Don't leave the house without me. Don't burn the food." He clicked his tongue, "Take your punishment like the bad girl you are."

It was a good thing he actually preferred his eggs scrambled.

Chapter Seventy Six: Four Days

Gracie watched the demon eat with a smug look on his face as he ate the partially burnt scrambled eggs. She could still feel the ghost of his hands on her hips while he drove into her without mercy and somehow expected her to be able to flip an egg.

Once he was finished, he tried to subtly wash the taste out of his mouth, but the entire glass of water was gone. He was on his third refill.

"You didn't have to eat it." She pointed out in a sour tone, crossing her arms.

His eyes twinkled with amusement, "But you made it for me. I wasn't going to let it go to waste."

Oh? He wanted to sweet?

It's a good thing she was sweeter.

"Ah." Gracie smiled brightly, "Then I'll cook for you every day then. For the rest of our lives."

Sebastian grimaced, taking a moment as he chose his words carefully. "While that's quite nice of you, shortcake... I want our children to live long and healthy lives so I think I'll take the domestic chore of cooking." He paused, "How in Merlin's name did you pass potions?"

"My Uncle was arrogant and blood related. Do you really think he'd allow my transcript to have a 'T' on it?"

"I keep forgetting you're related to the Black family." Sebastian eyed her for a moment, "You look nothing like them."

Her head tilted, surprised by his admission. "You don't think so? I always thought with brown hair, I looked like my mother."

Sebastian shook his head, "You're too warm."

He said it cryptically without explaining further what he meant by that. Unknowingly, it was one of the best compliments he could have given her. Gracie bit the inside of her cheek, thinking about everything and nothing.