Out of the Shadows // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter Thirty-Eight*****

*****Warning: This chapter contains sexually explicit adult content.*****

We burst into his dorm room and he shut the door. "Colloportus." He said effectively locking it.

He turned and grabbed me roughly, smashing his lips to mine, claiming me with his sensual kiss. I was already making soft sounds into his mouth as my hands roamed up his tense arms to curl in the hairs at the back of his head.

His hands roamed all over my body, grasping at any loose material, squeezing and tugging.

We were already lost in each other.

He broke the kiss to run his tongue over my jawline making me gasp. He chuckled softly. He kissed down my neck and back up again to nibble on my ear. His hands were squeezing my breasts over the top of my Slytherin colored jumper.

"I want you." He whispered. "I want to make you mine. I need to show you that you are MINE." He growled into my ear. "You need to trust me."

"I do." I said breathlessly. He bit my neck a little harder and I squealed.

"Then why do you keep secrets?"

"I don't know...." My eyes were clenched shut, my fingers tugging his hair. I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone answer his serious questions.

"Maybe I should teach you a lesson. Show you that you can trust me. Always." His voice was deep and throaty with desire. It was doing things to my body.

He ran his lips back up to my mouth and kissed me deeply while continuing his massages of my chest, making low sounds in his throat.

I broke the kiss to look him square in the eyes. "Then, show me." I said, my voice firm but flirty with invitation.

"I want..." he sighed and tried again, composing himself. "I don't feel like being gentle." He said, softly. And his irises had blown wide open with lust. "I don't want to be rough with you, but I want to show you you can trust me."

I looked deeply into his eyes, my eyes making my intentions clear. "Then be rough with me." I challenged him.

He gasped audibly; his eyes wide. Then his face lit up. Like I had just given him the best Christmas present he could ask for. He smashed our lips together in a wild frenzy while practically tearing off his vest, tie and shirt. I was more than happy to have the pleasure of his bare, freckled chest at my disposal, running my hands all over it, memorizing every muscle and sinew. Every freckle.

He was moaning into my mouth at my touches of his body. His hands found the bottom of my jumper and quickly pulled it up over my head in one swift motion and then replaced his lips to mine, holding my face in place while his tongue swirled in my mouth. He grunted softly at our deep kisses.

His hand moved down to the buttons on my shirt. After only unbuttoning two of them, he sighed deeply and ripped the entire shirt open, buttons spraying the floor with soft clanking sounds. He slid the shirt off my shoulders and to the ground and slipped my chemise up over my head swiftly.

His lips moved down my neck and chest, leaving a fiery trail. My head thrown back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his wet lips circling my skin. When they closed over my left nipple, I gasped and tugged on his hair. His response was to run his teeth over the hard bud and bite it.

"Uhnnh... Sebastian!" I moaned out.

He smiled against my skin, enjoying my reactions. His hands slipped behind me, undoing my skirt and pulling it down quickly to pool on the floor at my feet while I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Our movements feverish and frantic with passion as we moved quickly, trying to undress each other.