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"Then we take it one day at a time," Alastor said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers brushing against the sensitive skin sent a shiver down my spine. “I'm not asking you for anything right now. All I'm doing is letting you know how I feel. I want to be honest with you, Sariel. I want you tounderstand why I feel this urge to care for you, and that it isn’t that I don't think you’re capable, because I do. I think you’re incredible."
I opened my eyes to find him gazing at me with such an earnest expression that my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t do this, couldn’t let myself get dragged into those deep, dark eyes. I needed to stay strong.
"Why now? Why are you telling me this now? Why not before?"
“Because I guess I realised that I could lose you tomorrow, or even tonight. And if you left without knowing... It would be my biggest regret. I didn’t tell you when I first knew because I thought I could just ignore it."
“And now?”
His fingers slipped behind my neck, toying with the strands of hair that had escaped. There was no pressure, he just seemed to enjoy touching me, and if I was being honest with myself, it felt incredible. His dark gaze dropped to my mouth, and I bit my bottom lip as my stomach fluttered. He was so close, it would just need me to lean forward a tiny bit…
“Now, I know I can’t live without you,” he confessed. “I know it feels fast, and it is, but these bonds are… destiny. We’re meant to be together, Sariel. I know it, and I think you do too.”
I looked away, my mind racing. His familiar scent filled the small space between us; musky, warm, comforting - but also undeniably dangerous.
"Sariel, look at me," he said softly. I couldn’t refuse him. Those eyes drew me in like a moth to a flame.
"I don't expect an answer from you now, or even tomorrow." His hand found mine and he held onto it tightly. "I just want you to know where I stand."
"I..." I started, unable to find the words. This was overwhelming, too much to process all at once. I had alwaysbeen in control, always knew exactly what to do, but now... now I felt lost and unsure. I knew what I should do, but Alastor was right, the connection between us was undeniable, and it was so strong. His words were raw and unfiltered, piercing through the protective walls I'd erected around my heart. I was left vulnerable, wide open to his gentle assault. And it was terrifying. I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t allowed to do this.
“Alastor…” I raised my hands, pressing them against his chest to push him away from me. I could feel the hard planes of his body under the thin fabric of his tank top, the heat of him, and my fingers tightened around the material, pulling him that last couple of inches, until his mouth met mine.
The kiss was soft but searing, like the first touch of a flame. Tentative and exploratory - the barest brush of lips sending shockwaves through us both. His hand moved from mine to cup my face, thumb stroking my cheek as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. I opened to him willingly, gasping at the explosive heat that unfurled in my belly.
"Alastor," I whispered against his mouth, but any protest died on my lips as he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace that felt both comforting and imprisoning. Something inside me shattered. The chains of denial, the carefully crafted walls I'd erected around my heart, they crumbled under the onslaught of his gentle touch and earnest words. I slid my hands up over his chest and around the back of his neck, feeling his smooth skin under my fingers, pulling him closer to me.
Alastor groaned against my mouth, his hand sliding down from my face to cradle the small of my back, then I felt both hands slip under my thighs, lifting me onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing to get closer to him. He seemed to feel the same need, because he crushed my body against his, his hands sliding up my back, and then back downagain. The kiss grew more heated and desperate, and his fingers found the hem of my shirt, slipping beneath it and skimming over my skin, drawing a gasp from me. His touch was like fire, searing me wherever he touched. The feel of his rough hands on my bare skin was intoxicating, making me want even more.
The taste of him on my tongue was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was sweet and heady, making me crave more. I slipped my own hands under his top, feeling the strong contours of the muscles in his back and shoulders. The heat rolled off him in waves, causing me to shiver despite the warmth. His scent, that intoxicating mix of musk and something uniquely Alastor, filled my senses, blurring everything else around us. His mouth moved from mine, kissing down the side of my neck, a burning trail of caresses. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, loving every touch.
"Sariel," he breathed. His voice was rough with desire, sending a shiver through my body.
I tightened my grip on his shoulders, my nails digging in to his smooth, dark skin, as I copied his movements, kissing down his throat, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. Alastor groaned and his mouth found mine again, this time with a sense of wild desperation that matched my own. His hands roamed my back, tracing patterns that had my heartbeat racing.
He broke the kiss again, but only to drag my t-shirt over my head, tossing it away. My bra followed it, and for a moment I froze, the truth of what I was doing hitting me as the shame filled me. This was wrong, this was sinful. I shouldn’t… Alastor didn’t notice my hesitation though, and he tipped me back, strong hands cradling my back as his mouth fastened around one of my nipples, and any coherent thought flew out of my head. Nothing else mattered, he was all that existed for me in that moment. He sucked gently on one and then the other, sending heat pooling tomy core, and I pushed myself against him, feeling his hardness right where I needed it.
"God, Sariel," he growled, his voice low and husky in my ear. "You feel so good." His hands swept up to grip my shoulders as our bodies moved together in a slow rhythm that had me gasping for breath. I could feel the shape of him under me, pressing into the softness of my centre.
His dark eyes met mine, burning with a desire that mirrored my own. His lips crashed onto mine again, swallowing any words or thoughts I might have had. His hand moved to the back of my neck, guiding me deeper into the kiss. He shifted then, turning to lay me down on the bed, but he didn’t stop there. His hand slipped down, unfastening my trousers.
I lay there, breathing hard as his mouth left mine, moving down to my breast again, his tongue circling my nipple. I gripped his bedsheets, my mind whirling.
This is wrong, I told myself. So wrong. this is a sin, lust… it’s not real… you need to stop him…
He tugged my trousers away, and my underwear too, kneeling between my legs and looking down at me. I blushed under his gaze as he pulled my legs apart, revealing me to him.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
“Alastor, please…” Please stop. I'm sure that’s what I’d meant. I’m sure…
He leaned down, and his tongue traced along the seam between my legs. I cried out, my back arching and he groaned.
“Oh, little one, you taste so sweet.”
His words were the tipping point. Any lingering doubts, any final attempts at resistance, were washed away by the waves of pleasure his touch invoked within me. I stopped thinking, stopped worrying. Instead, I surrendered myself to him completely, losing myself in the sensations of his touch.
His hands roamed over me with a maddening tenderness that had me squirming beneath him. His mouth and tongue explored my body in a way that had heat pooling low in my belly. The feeling of his lips on my skin was unlike anything I'd ever known- it was intoxicating, addictive.
