Don't You Dare Let Go
Part I
I do not own Black Butler
Sebastian looked at me, and chuckled with a maniacal tone, a tone I could hardly resist.
"Your quite ready, aren't you dear?" He said to me.
"Sebastian please... I need your help. It's of severe importance to me..." I said pathetically.
I needed relief, relief from it all, and I needed Sebastian for it. He knew exactly who it was, too, for he knows my feelings for him. Yet, he purposely flirts with me, giving me the idea that he shall bless bed, then backs off as if I'm simply a stranger. How does he!? Does he not know who I am?! Although, I always crave him more and more every time he does this to me...
"Hmm... Come here darling. Allow me to show you something." He signaled me over with his long finger, sheathed by his snow white gloves.
I walked curiously in front of him, but he aggressively grabbed my shirt collar, and brought me close to him, his strong chest stopping my thirst forward.
What do I do? Before I could even register, he leaned into my left ear, and whispered in his creamy British accent, "I know you want me, child... but I want you to say it... only then shall I please you..."
Oh my god... this can't be happening. He then grabbed my chin, and lifted my lips to his, mine barely touching his.
"Say it. Gabriel..." That's when I broke. My thoughts were incoherent.
"I... I want you Sebastian. Please... make love to me..."
Then he kissed me. A sweet, gentle one. It's essence seemingly entered me, filling me with warmth, joy, happiness.
He grabbed my hand with his, and gripped it tightly. He broke our blissed kiss, barely, his lips still touching mine. "Come on, Gabriel... Follow me."
We walked briskly, hand in hand to his bedroom.
He opened his door, to a room, filled with elaborate paintings, a ceiling for above my reach, and to top it off, a huge king sized bed. It was surrounded by a silky, transparent veil, a shade of pure, snow white.
