Premise: Sebastian desires you. Wholly, implicitly, completely.

- (Y/N) is Your Name and (L/N) is your Last Name.

To: Lady (Y/N) (L/N)

Lady (Y/N)—

You have told me to stay away, yet your glances say otherwise. The flush of your apple white skin—purity tainted scarlet—allures me, charms me, makes me desire your sweetness all the more. And—aren't you sweet? The sugary, spiced delicacy of lace and honey; how I long to kiss your palm and let my lips wander to your fingertips, fresh as cream and so passionately greedy. You would stay still, would you not? Like a good little girl as I came to kiss you all the more—my mouth on your chest, my breath hot on your skin.

I can see you now, blushing as you read this letter; your breathing irregular as you press one hand to your breast, body temperature rising. Do you feel discomfort, dear (Y/N)? Your core blazing and burning, wanting me to fill you whole? Oh dear one if you would only articulate the request, I should be there in a heartbeat. But you will never speak of your carnal desires, will you? For you are a saintly, beatific maiden who would never consort with the devil—even when he wants you so. Your soft, soft skin and pale tender limbs—think of how they would feel pressed against me. Your arms around my neck, your creamy body flush against mine while my fingers, deft and sure, come to unburden you—your silken dress slides off your figure, leaving your body exposed. Those cloud soft breasts are chilled, so I take one into my mouth—teeth grazing, mouth hot.

Have you found a bench to sit down on? Are your thighs trembling, pressing together to repress the heat of your desire? I would so love to give you release, my dear (Y/N). All you need to do is call my name—look my way. Forget those pitiful suitors, each unfit to please a woman of your stature.

For what do they know? Now that you are in my arms, naked and beautiful, I hold you close as your golden hair cascades down your back. Psyche awakening, the maiden whose beauty radiated so ardently that even Eros fell from the heavens to be with her. And oh how your body must ache and cry with want, strange new thrills rippling inside you as I kneel down (only for you, dear (Y/N), would I fall to my knees) placing torrid, fiery kisses on your stomach, hips, thighs until I reach the gates of Venus. My kisses become languid, suckling and sinful, for I want to consume you entirely.

You throw your head back with wanton delight, a cry of ecstasy leaving that rosebud mouth of yours as my tongue tastes heaven for the first time. And how divine it is, my hands pressed against your hips, buckling you towards me while your delicate fingers fist at my hair, pulling and tugging as I pleasure you again and again and again. Are you feeling faint, dearest? Do you feel heat and desire pool between your legs—if you wish, end this game and I will be there to pleasure you in person. You will know what it feels like when a tidal wave crashes against your heart, knocking the air from your lungs as your release builds and—

Honey flows down my throat and I eat it readily—greedily. How soft and luscious your body is, curving into my arms. How you sink down onto the ground, collapsing onto me as I kiss your golden head.

I wish to do all these things to you (Y/N). I would shed all pretense of goodness to ravish you against marble and bark, feeling the roughness of an oak tree against the satin of your skin. Turning you over so I may take you from behind, chest pressed against your welted and lashed back, each thrust bruising and burning your pale moon breasts.

Come now dear (Y/N), end this game and begin a new one—a game of want and wanting. I am clever with my words but even better with my tongue. My hands long to hold you near for I know you are fond of me. How could you not be? I am every sin you wish to commit but have not the courage to do so. Yet should you give yourself to me, you will never know dissonance—only pleasure.

Awaiting your word,

S. Michaelis

Notes:

- "Psyche awakening"…refers to the painting 'The Awakening of Psyche' by Guillaume Seignac. An absolutely stunning oil painting of exquisite design painted in 1904.

- "I am every sin…" line adapted from Oscar Wilde's brilliant novel The Picture of Dorian Gray.

- "a game of want and wanting"…lifted from one of my favorite television shows of all time, The Borgias.

A/N: So this is actually a snippet from my AO3 series Bright Star, a collection of love letters addressed to the reader from various Black Butler characters. It's exclusive to AO3 so I won't be posting it here on FanFiction but I liked this letter too much not to share it LOL.

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