Page 75 of Revenge is a Witch

As I start searching for the spell book I need, Sebastian lazily drifts around the room, picking up random objects like he’s in some sort of magical museum. After a few minutes, I hear him chuckle softly.

“What now?” I ask, turning to see him holding a pair of glasses he’s found on one of the tables. He puts them on, dramatically adjusting them like some sort of scholarly vampire. “Someone must be blind without these.”

I freeze for a second, then smirk. “You look pretty hot in those.”

His eyes narrow playfully as he walks toward me. “Hot, huh?”

Before I can respond, he’s already at my side, spinning me around and lifting me effortlessly onto one of the desks. His lips crash against mine, and I instantly melt into the kiss, theglasses still perched on his nose making him look like the sexiest librarian I’ve ever seen.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer as his tongue explores my mouth, the warmth of him making me forget, for just a moment, why we’re even here. I tangle my fingers in his hair, my body arching into his as the kiss deepens. I nip at his lips and pull at his hair to bring him in closer to me. The growl from Sebastian lets me know he's enjoying it. I run my tongue over his lips and when Seb opens up I battle with his tongue for dominance. Fuck he tastes good. He pull's off my jacket and pulls my jumper off over my head. In order to pull off his shirt he takes the glasses off before coming back to find my lips, but I push him back for just a moment.

"Put the glasses back on." Not that I meant to command him, but damn it's fun. He puts the glasses back on and raises an eyebrow. Fuck that is ten times sexier with the glasses. I let out a small whimper as he brings his lips back to mind. He is brushing his fingers over my nipples which come to attention immediately. The silk from my bra which is usually a lot more comfortable now feels like complete torture. Sebastian's groin is pressed right to my core and I find myself rocking into him. Every time I rock I would feel the roughness of both our jeans stimulating me. I need him now. "Pants off." I barely manage to piece the words together.

He runs his fingers over the zipper of my pants and on his way pulling them down he presses his fingers to my sweet spot. The motion has me whimpering in his arms. Once the zipper is down I lift my hips up so that he could pull the pants down. He uses the newly found freedom to open my legs wide. Rubbing his fingers over the matching silk panties I am wearing I have a hard time not screaming out in pleasure. That would surely alert anyone outside that we are in here.

With surprising skill, Sebastian unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the side of the table. The cool air hits my skin for only a second before his mouth is on me, hot and eager, his lips closing over my breast. A moan escapes my lips, my head falling back, giving him all the access he wants. His tongue flicks over my sensitive skin, and every nerve in my body comes alive. My hand instinctively moves over the fabric of his jeans, feeling the hardness beneath, the way he strains against the denim. A low growl rumbles from his throat, a sound that’s equal parts pleasure and frustration at the confinement.

I unzip him slowly, teasingly, but the moment I free him, I can practically hear the sigh of relief as his cock springs free. Sebastian’s eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen, deep, endless pools of desire that make my pulse race. He needs this—no,weneed this. His hands are everywhere, claiming, pulling me closer as he positions himself between my thighs.

His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, sliding them aside with a swift, determined movement. His hand grips his cock as he leans in, his body so close to mine, I can feel the heat radiating from him. And then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he’s inside me, filling me in a way that makes me gasp, my back arching as the sensation floods through me.

The first moment he’s fully sheathed inside me, the way I feel stretched to the very edge of pleasure, is enough to make my toes curl. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he sets a pace—hard, fast, relentless. There’s nothing gentle about it, and I don’t want gentle. Not with Sebastian.

His movements are intense, driven by the fire between us, every thrust pushing me further into a haze of sensation. His grip on my hips is possessive, his breathing ragged as he keeps his rhythm. The friction, the heat, the way our bodies move together feels like the only thing that exists in this moment.

Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, I reach up, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as I kiss him fiercely, tasting the hunger on his lips. His hands slide down my body, rough and tender all at once, leaving trails of heat everywhere they touch. My body reacts to every stroke, every kiss, building me up higher and higher until I’m lost in him.

His lips break away from mine, traveling down my neck, leaving kisses that are too light, too quick, teasing me as I gasp for air. My head falls back again, lost in the sensation, but he doesn’t let up. His pace quickens, the intensity growing as he thrusts into me, his body pressed against mine in a way that makes me feel like I might unravel at any second.

I can feel the tension building, the edge getting closer, and he knows it too. He groans against my skin, his fingers digging into my hips as he keeps going, relentless. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through me until I’m right on the edge, barely holding on.

And then, just when I think I’m about to fall apart, he slows down, pulling me back from the edge. His forehead rests against mine, our breathing heavy, and for a moment, everything is still.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but not long enough, he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. “You know, I could get used to breaking rules with you.”

I laugh softly, catching my breath. “Who says we’re breaking any rules?”

He smirks, kissing me again. “You’ve always got an answer, don’t you?”

“Always,” I whisper against his lips before sliding off the desk, my feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. “But we’ve got a book to find.”

Sebastian gives me a lingering look, glasses still slightly askew on his nose. “Fine, but I’m keeping the glasses.”

“Please do,” I say with a grin as I return to searching the shelves, my mind still reeling from the heat of his kiss and the thrill of what’s to come.

Preparation is Key

As we step out of the restricted section, I clutch the torn page tightly in my hand, guilt simmering in my chest. I mean, whoruinsbooks unless they're completely desperate? Apparently, me. I shake the thought off as we make our way back to the dorm, but the feeling lingers like a bad aftertaste.

Sebastian walks beside me, casual as ever, but there’s something about his calm presence that helps me relax. The sun’s already starting to set, and classes are officially done for the day. Students are everywhere, heading home in clumps or alone, talking about their day or plans for the weekend.

I check my phone for what feels like the millionth time—still nothing from Derek. A tiny spark of worry flares up. It’s not like him to go radio silent for this long.

Sebastian glances at me, raising an eyebrow. "You know, you could just call him."

I shake my head, slipping the phone back into my pocket. “If he’s still getting chewed out by his parents, I doubt he’s in themood for a chat. He’d have messaged me if everything was fine by now.”

Sebastian hums in agreement but doesn’t push it. Instead, we keep walking, the sounds of other students filling the space between us.

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