The night, a time of whispers and anonymous secrets.

His hands firmly hold your hips in place as you rested on his lap, while seated on the plush bed. A candle lighting dimly on a nightstand next to the bed, made a serene ambience. Your arms draped around his neck as he pulls you in closer. Sebastian let out a low sigh, you looked beautiful nestled in his lap—so content—so delicious. Your nightgown clinging to your voluptuous curves made heat run up and down his spine, his tongue gliding across his lips, taking in the breathtaking sight before him.

“My master's sister, is everything to your liking? I must say—you look ravishing this night.”

His tone was soft and teasing, his eyes gleaming a dark crimson at you. A gloved hand trailing upwards to caress your cheek possessively, while the other held your waist - the gaze of this demon was so dark, yet so entrancing. The hand on your cheek traveled downwards to squeeze the plushness of your thigh, a soft and warm feel.

A soft smirk laced his lips as he leaned into your neck, pressing his mouth against your soft skin, before biting down onto you delicately - suckling your neck, his sharp teeth stinging, shockwaves being sent throughout your body, yet you didn’t pull away; there was something oddly comforting about this. About the way he held you, his hands wrapping around you with care, his fingers curling around your waist, like he cherished you.

Your blood hypnotized him, the liquid flowing through your veins was an obsession, it tasted like sweetness, if heaven itself was a divine liquid—it would taste exactly like this—Sebastian could never get enough of it.