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Damp air hung over the streets of London. It was late, way too late for anyone in their right mind to be wandering around these dark and sinful parts of the city, but Sebastian’s shadow blended into the wickedness almost too well. Clicks from the soles of his expensive shoes against the cobblestone street echoed around, granting a few curious looks from a group of prostitutes looking for their next client. But the man already knew where he was headed, so they decided to leave him be.
It wasn’t like Sebastian to be strolling around the streets during such an hour. No, he was meant to be planning tomorrows schedule, make preparations for breakfast; do something efficient to pass the night hours when humans slept away the burdens of the day. However, the demon butler had figured this was the best solution to his issue - one that he had tried ignoring for long enough and was now threatening his everyday life and ongoing contract.
The man stopped at a green door, located somewhere deep in the alleyway, deep enough for not a single pair of eyes to witness his visit. He sighed before knocking on the door, listening to the footsteps inside getting closer. A click of heels.
A woman opened the door, and a crimson red flashed in Sebastian’s mind like a spotlight, pointing right into the depths of his being.
”Welcome in, mister. I have been waiting for you.”
The red faded as soon as it had come, and in front of him stood a mousy, ordinary woman dressed in seductive clothing to compensate for her lack of overall charm required in her job.
Sebastian smiled out of courtesy, he was a gentleman after all. This would do well, hell, it was significantly better than repeating that night or even thinking about it ever again.
”Thank you, miss. Apologies for my late arrival, I am not familiar with this part of the city, you see.”
The woman let him in, and Sebastian noticed a faint blush colour her features as she watched him take off his coat. She was probably used to more… less visually pleasing customers. And Sebastian, well, was not at all the type who needed to be paying for sex in the first place. He was only doing this because of his condition, and couldn’t afford doing it with anyone higher status than a mere prostitute.
He wasted no time and walked straight into the other side of the tiny apartment, and sat on the edge with a long sigh. Careful now, breathe. Sebastian couldn’t let go of his manners, not just yet.
Not before he was absolutely certain there was no one else to witness in case the woman didn’t make it out alive.
The woman coyly walked to Sebastian and stood right in front of him, caressing his face with slightly sweaty fingertips. She was eager, that he could see, and it didn’t come as a surprise.
”It’s a treat to get such a handsome and well-behaved customer, you know,” she spoke and leaned to whisper into his ear, ”Let me guess, your wife’s not doing it for you anymore? Not letting you fuck her enough, fill her up with your cum, or maybe she’s already pregnant? Because I can tell you’re pent up, and for no good reason at all. You deserve a release, darling.”
Darling. The word echoed in Sebastian’s eardrum, cackling, mocking, reminding him of the real reason he was here. Why he had to stoop so low, why he was…
’Please darling, make me yours.’
The red flashed over him all over again, setting his core on fire. The demon’s eyes lit up with fuchsia and before the woman had time to react at all, she was flipped on the bed with the beast lurched over her like a nightmare come alive.
She couldn’t utter a word, not a cry, not a single syllable. All the woman could do was watch, paralyzed in complete horror, as the handsome face she had just been admiring grew distorted with a manic, sadistic grin.
”Pent up, you say?” Sebastian growled, barely in control of his body anymore. ”I guess you could put it that way. I’m most certainly happy you’re here to assist me tonight, miss, for I can get the release you yourself said I deserve.”
The woman was now sweating, cold drops running over her neck into the sheets under her. Her breath grew ragged, uneven, desperate, almost audible, before a hand gripped her throat so hard it forced all air out of her.
”The best part, I’d say, is that you don’t have to do a single thing tonight. No need to suck a filthy cock or kiss someone with bad breath, just lay there like a good wife you’ll never be.”
…
When Sebastian came back to his senses, all that was left of his nighttime companion was an unrecognizable mess of blood and bits of flesh. The plain beige walls were now covered with not only the red of the poor woman’s blood, but there were actual burn marks all over where the tapestry had come to contact with Sebastian’s true self.
The sheets were torn apart, reaching through the mattress, feathers spread around and making the bedroom resemble more of a common slaughterhouse than a place of usual human debouchery.
Sebastian looked down at his crotch, only to realize he hadn’t even gotten out of his pants yet. Even more prominent than the hardened length between his legs was the one within, the human lust mixed with something ancient, unexplainable to a mortal; something that had now consumed every cell of his being after a single encounter with a red reaper.
Rut.
That was the closest term humans had for it. Demons had to produce too, after all they were existing creatures with lifespans and births and deaths, even if it wasn’t within this realm or conventional to any being on earth. And no, it wasn’t as simple as an act of fucking and then being over with it, it was a merging of magic and being, creatures and the souls they had consumed, a dance macabre that could last a century if done correctly.
But under contracts, under their disguises and unheavenly pacts, such things were supposed to cease to exist for the time of contract. It wasn’t even possible to engage in such complex rituals in his current form, let alone find another demon to comply. So naturally, Sebastian had thought (or at least, wished) that it was a mere matter of flesh on flesh and human needs.
It wasn’t. And he would not be able to keep going like this much longer. His mind was starting to blur, disguise break, his eyes would flash red during dinnertime and shadow start distorting during broad daylight. At this rate, it’d end in a breach of contract, and he knew it.
As if to deliver the last nail to his rouge coffin of doom, a voice suddenly laughed at him from behind. It wasn’t just any voice, either, it was the one Sebastian had heard in his head for weeks on end now.
”Hello, Darling.”
His eyes flashed back to fuchsia as he turned to glare into the darkest corner of the bedroom. There, he could just barely make up red - in flesh this time, not only on his head.
”Leave. I don’t have the time to deal with you.”
Despite his forceful command, the figure stepped closer. Click, click, those were finally the heels he had secretly hoped to hear. Dim, barely illuminating moonlight peeked through the clouds and painted the room the very same color the reaper’s long hair was. She fit here perfectly, a red angel of death standing in this room painted with blood and sin.
”I’m here to get my job done,” she snickered and walked over to the other side of the bed, twirling her hand in the air to summon a tempestuous streak of records that flung around the air around her. ”As for you, it seems to be more play than work tonight, isn’t it?”
Sebastian didn’t have time to respond before Grell turned around to face him, placing a stamp on the page of her journal to mark a soul collected.
”But Sebastian darling, this simply won’t do. You can’t go around killing random people and expect me to cover up for you. So tell me, what's the meaning of this?”
Grell walked closer and Sebastian found it harder and harder to remain calm. No one in their right mind would poke a literal demon with a stick, in a room covered in fresh blood, but Grell Sutcliff could and did. And that made her so irritating, appalling, yet completely and absolutely irresistible in this state he was in. She was nothing like a demon, but closest you could get in this realm if you didn’t count the ones under contract.
”In a bad mood, are you?” Grell tilted her head and looked down at the quite pitiful demon glaring up at her from the bloodied sheets, ”Or.. could you be in heat? Rut? I know you demons have such gimmicks, too.”
”Don’t be ridiculous. I’m under a contract, I’m immune to such things,” Sebastian seethed, trying to ignore the fact she had just seen through him in such a short time.
Grell grinned contently, and the man wanted to punch all of her sharp teeth down her throat. She knew she was right, and Sebastian knew it was getting almost impossible to get himself out of this situation with dignity.
She leaned in closer, lifting her knees up to both sides of his lap, and got on the bed but didn’t sit down against Sebastian’s aching crotch. Instead, she repeated the earlier woman’s gesture, gently caressing his face with her hands. He figured Grell had seen everything and she was doing this to make fun of him, fun of his almost human like desperation and ache within his body.
The reaper’s shit eating grin melted into something almost pitying, but still ever so slightly amused, and Sebastian wasn’t sure which expression he hated more.
”You missed me that much? I’m flattered, darling.”
Sebastian wanted to move, but he was stuck in the red haze surrounding him, letting him only focus on the contrasting bright green eyes in front of him. He felt like a snake being lulled into ecstasy by a flute playing charmer as cool fingertips held his face in place, feeling way more pleasant than warm and sticky sweat. Perhaps he’d gotten it all wrong and it was Grell Sutcliff who had been the demon after all instead of his pathetic self who let himself fall back to her hands willingly.
”My darling Sebastian,” Grell breathed hotly against his cold lips, ”Let me help you tonight, I can take it way better than any mortal hag.”
And then they kissed, harshly, almost violently, Sebastian letting his instincts win as he was the one to dive in first. He bit down on Grell’s red lip hard enough to make her bleed, while she just moaned in return. Grell’s hands moved down on Sebastian’s chest and pushed him down, and he let her.
The man could feel the human blood stain his clothes, as if the woman he just vaporized sought for revenge from beyond her brutal grave. But he didn’t care, he let himself drown in red, drown in the pleasure he had denied and denied himself all over again.
”My,” Grell giggled as she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, letting her blood drip right into Sebastian’s mouth as she hovered on top of him, ”You want to do it here? It’s certainly an update from a chair, but I thought a gentleman like you would prefer a cleaner bed.”
Sebastian licked his lips, brow twitching as he caught himself too excited, ”There is absolutely no way in hell I am taking you over to the manor, nor the townhouse. So I do believe we’re out of options, Grell.”
The reaper hummed and leaned to kiss him once more, before taking off her coat and gloves and tossing them among the red spilled on the floor. She loved red, she loved blood, and now she got to have Sebastian in a bed plastered with it. It must’ve been her lucky day, even if the blood wasn’t Sebastian’s - it was blood and red and thrilling as any.
He pulled her back to him from her waist, grinding and pressing against her body like a wild animal. Grell kissed him again with her eyes open as she was unable to take them off from his animalistic, burning ones. It drove her mad, seeing how the demon acted in front of her, because of her. As if she was in control, the Queen of Hell that he worshipped and depended on.
It was just about the closest thing to love a demon was capable of. And it wouldn’t last, so she knew she had to bask in it for as long as she could.
The thought made Grell moan and giggle as her hips started moving in sync with Sebastian’s. Their clothed lengths, both hard and eager to get out, brushed against each other, over their thighs, their bottoms… The pair went on, tossing around in the ripped sheets with most of their clothes still on, seeking for more friction and more pleasure.
It was Grell that finally ended on top of Sebastian, heaving as she pushed him down against the mattress with her whole weight. He huffed in return, realizing he was in no state to even try struggle free from her grip and just stared at her and waited for the next move. The air was thick and humid and awful, but the smell of drying blood and mold behind the wallpaper faded to the background as the sweet scent of cherry liqueur and musk from Grell’s skin filled Sebastian’s nose. Her hand moved, and in one swift move she pulled off the ribbon on her neck
”Sebastian Michaelis,” she used his full mortal name, as if to declare war, while she sat up while unbuttoning her vest and shirt. Then, she stood up next to the bed, facing away from him and leaned forward before unbuttoning her pants and exposing her ass to Sebastian’s hungry gaze. He almost missed the fact she was wearing a tiny lace thong, a shade of red so bright and provocative it was almost blinding to the eyes against her pale skin, but Grell made sure he was looking properly as she seductively got back up and briefly turned just her head around to see the demon’s reaction.
Seemingly pleased with her efforts, she then reclaimed her spot on top of Sebastian, now pressing her ass against his lap firmly like it was her throne, slender hands on his torso and hair falling down over her naked body. Sebastian couldn’t but stare in a trance-like state.
”If you lay still for fifteen minutes, and let me ride you first, you can fuck me in any position for as long and hard as you wish. Sounds like a fair deal, doesn’t it?” Grell leaned closer to his face as she spoke, to enhance her words.
She then kissed Sebastian’s cheek and added: ”Trust me, darling, I’ll do the work and you get to just watch… And then afterwards you can let go, fuck me and toss me around as you please. I’m all yours for tonight.”
Logically, Sebastian knew giving the woman control over his body for even a minute was not a good idea. He didn’t need to be humiliated even further, nor grant Grell the pleasure of taking the lead and do whatever she wished with him. But physically, somehow almost spiritually, the demon knew he was unable to deny her - and she knew it as well.
The man sighed, rolling his eyes, ”I’d imagine you know better than a mortal not to make deals with my kind.” It wasn’t a negative reply to her request, but he wasn’t going to say yes even if the reaper tried to strangle it out of him.
Grell rolled her hips in response, smiling as he shuddered under her; backed up against a red corner of his desires, blood of the innocent bystander that had been caught in their crossfire of lust, and her.
”Mhn, I suppose so,” she giggled, ”But I have no soul to put on stake, and I’m pretty confident I can offer you something even better in your current state. And it’s a mutual pleasure, darling.”
Of course, she wanted him too. Her body was just slightly trembling with anticipation, her muscles tense and her arousal prominent between her legs and leaking through her panties just barely covering it. It wasn’t a bad deal in the great scale of things, Sebastian concluded in his hazy state of mind, and slipped his hands over the round, smooth shape of Grell’s ass.
”Deal,” he replied calmly, and added with a whisper, ”But don’t cry for help later. No one will come save you, and I shall grant you no mercy, Grell Sutcliff.”
Red lips clashed on his mouth to seal the deal. Grell squealed excitedly as she took off Sebastian’s tie and then started unbuttoning his shirt, smudging the blood in the back of it all over the front as well. Her mouth started off tenderly, kissing his neck and chest, and then she roughened up and sucked and grazed his skin with her teeth, leaving marks of burgundy all over. She was the possessive type, he had figured, like a dog marking its territory over and over again so that anyone else knew whose land they were on.
It wasn’t like Sebastian belonged to anyone, not outside a contract; but Grell could and would do her best regardless. And it lit a fire inside him, the marks she left burning her desire deep into his body, to its very core.
He inhaled, an uneven, wavering breath, and laid there as they had agreed without moving a muscle. But that didn’t include his hands, that he soon found groping deeper and circling the woman’s entrance and its tight warmth. As his finger pressed in, just barely against the hole, Grell twitched and so did Sebastian's cock remembering her wet warmth from before.
She bit down into his flesh this time, to respond to his touch, and then leaned over his face again.
”Sebastian, sweetheart, be patient. It’s rude to intrude a lady’s private parts like that.”
”I recall you didn’t really have any obligations last time-”
Grell kissed him quiet, and shoved his hands away from her behind, pinning them on his sides with her own. So, she really was serious about him not moving a muscle, understood.
After the man had stilled under her enough, she withdrew her right hand and pushed two fingers between their lips, fingertips parting his to push in.
”Suck them for me, would you?”
Sebastian considered biting, but decided it was faster if he just did as he was told and kept her pleased. So he opened his mouth just to let her slender fingers in, parted them with his tongue, and started sucking on them to cover them with his saliva.
”Yes, darling, good,” the reaper moaned. She grinded her hips onto his again, searching for friction, imagined Sebastian’s mouth on her length instead and it made her mad with desire. He maintained eye contact and sucked, drool dripping from between his lips as Grell pushed and pulled the digits over them. It went on, messy, disgusting, so sinful and humiliating, but Sebastian found himself only bucking his hips up to meet Grell’s as she humped him and fucked his mouth with her fingers.
When she was done, with a pull of wrist and a long press of hips, she heaved and stayed in place, as if she had just come. The demon panted under her, irises still fixated on her like a moth drawn to a flame.
Then, she sighed contently and lifted her face to meet Sebastian’s. It was flushed, her pupils wide and wicked, sweat beading at her temples as her sweaty bangs sticked to her forehead, and it was driving him insane.
Grell leaned over for one more kiss, ”Thank you, Sebastian,” and then sat up straight and brushed her hair away from her face.
”Now it’s time for your reward.”
She shifted her body, turned around so that Sebastian was met with the sight of her back, and brought her wet fingers over to her entrance. Her underwear was still on, but not on the way as her free hand had to only slightly pull it aside for her to be on full display.
Eyes of fuchsia were glued on the slicked fingers, watching them circle around her hole painfully slow; enough to make a man mad, before one pressed in accompanied by a sweet moan of pleasure. It wasn’t hard to imagine his cock in its place, but it was increasingly harder to stay in place and not take her then and there.
Soon, it was two fingers. The same fingers that had been in Sebastian’s mouth, now repeating the exact movement deep into Grell’s tight warmth right in front of his eyes. He started salivating, almost foaming at the mouth, as her movements grew faster, greedier, messier as her hole twitched and wet sounds filled his ears.
Grell shot him a look of pure sin over her shoulder, and Sebastian grabbed her hips and yanked them into his face. Before she even realized it, her fingers were replaced with the demon’s inhumane tongue, invading her ruthlessly and thoroughly. Her moans grew distorted and surprised, making her lose her balance and fall over while panting and crying out. It was different from anything she had experienced before, so vulgar and embarrassing, but it felt so good Grell couldn’t tell him to stop.
The man licked, shoved his tongue deep into her, lapped up his own spit mixed with her taste, then bit into the sensitive flesh around her entrance, fingernails sinking in as the reaper shook and whined and let her length slip out of it’s lacy prison. His insatiable mouth soon found it, and took it all in from behind, making him growl so hard she could it vibrate all the way in her stomach.
Her eyes rolled back, hips arched, her voice broke, feeling his wet mouth around her so wholly, consuming her desire and wants and everything she despised about her body, but she loved it. She loved every second of it, it was insane and morally wrong in more than one way but so, so addicting.
”Sebastian, ah, wait, I’m gonna—” Grell cried for mercy, but he granted her none - as he had told. His hot breath wavered on her pulsing entrance, his mouth wrapped around her length, his hands squeezed her bruised hips; there was no way for her to escape.
She came into his mouth, lost to overwhelming pleasure. Sebastian only swallowed, drank it all and then let go of her, shoving her away from his face. The reaper yelped and lost her balance, left to lie vertically over the man’s body and the sheets.
It didn’t take her long to catch her breath. Grell sprung up and grabbed Sebastian’s face between the tips of her fingers, looking annoyed yet oddly pleased. An expression that could’ve meant multiple things, but luckily she wasn’t the type to leave her mind unspoken and make Sebastian try and read it.
”You shit,” she hissed, trying to seem angry but it soon melted into a pleased smile, ”Didn’t I tell you to stay still? You missed a good show I had prepared just for you, you know.”
He blinked, flare returning into his gaze as he’d had enough chit chat for the time being.
”Go on, then,” Sebastian spoke, so low it almost came out as a growl, ”Don’t keep me waiting. I’ve grown quite damn impatient, and your fifteen minutes are almost up.”
Grell raised a brow at his request, smirking, ”Don’t you dare cum in me straight away, then. Or else I’ll never let you hear the end of it.” A quick shift of her body, and she pulled off the lace panties, then threw them over Sebastian’s head somewhere on the other edge of the bed.
She sat up, climbing over him once more. The demon narrowed his eyes at her while she grinned back, eyes locked on his as she started opening the front of his pants. His erection sprung free, hot and hard from being bound in its prison for too long, and Grell took it in her hand to greet it with a few harsh strokes. Sebastian groaned at the touch and sank his fingers into the sheets, blood seeping under his nails.
”Sorry darling, no blowjobs for you today since you’re so impatient,” the reaper cooed and let her saliva drip all the way to the tip of Sebastian’s cock. After a few pumps, she got up on her knees and aligned the thick, pulsing length with her hole, and sank on it - first slow and then all at once.
They both moaned, Grell’s fingers pressing into Sebastian’s upper body and his eyes almost rolling back into his head as her wet warmth finally enveloped him. Her fingers curled into fists, the demon’s erection twitching inside her, pushing against her walls and filling her up to the brim. But she could take it, all of it, so she soon lifted her body up, his cock just barely avoiding slipping out of her, before she let herself down on him again, wet slap of hips following.
Even Grell herself was already hard again, her length bouncing along with her and painting a hypnotizing picture for the demon to feast on as she kept looking at him through it.
”Oh, Sebastian, yes,” her theatrical, way too loud cries rang in the air, even more extravagant than he remembered them. Sebastian heaved and thrusted into her, not losing control just yet but to get even a little bit deeper, a little bit closer to the cure for his disease.
She arched her back, letting him further in. Her hands moved over to his chest and soon Sebastian felt her pinch his nipples with her fingernails - a feeling foreign to him but oh so arousing. He let out a pathetic, humiliating groan, one that only fueled Grell as she continued massaging his sensitive chest and bringing her face on his neck. Her breathing was hot, moist, almost human, and the demon wanted to suck it out of her.
Their hips collided, over and over again, Grell sweating and panting from pleasure and exhaustion as she went on and on and on and bounced on his length. She lifted herself back up straight, swiping her hair over her shoulder and supported her weight on her feet, allowing her to lean back and gain more strength in her movements.
Her body arched back so beautifully Sebastian almost admired the sight, but it was so incredibly lewd all the same it made him thrust even harder, finally letting his hands wrap around the reaper’s ankles to hold her in place. Grell’s body relaxed, her movements growing sloppier, less controlled as her muscles tired and mind grew hazy. His cock brushed right over her prostate, she needed it harder, deeper, in this angle but also ten different ones - she was a mess. Yet, her eyes found Sebastian’s, and she stared down at him with wild hunger making the demon feel like prey for the first time in his life.
She shifted again, straightening her back and moving her hands over to grip on Sebastian’s arms. Grell’s whole presence hovered over him like a red shadow, all consuming and pulling him in. His human body started to shake as it struggled to keep his demon nature inside. It fueled something inside the woman on top of him, urged her to press her fingernails deeper into his skin. A smile wider than he had ever seen covered her features. It was horrifying, or would’ve been if Sebastian was anything else but a demon.
”Darling, come for me,” she spoke, barely audible, ”Let it go. I’ll take every single drop of it until there’s nothing left.”
Grell abruptly let go of Sebastian’s arms and instead went for the demon’s bare neck. He choked, feeling her grip tighten, eyes burning and lips and teeth clashing with his. A shadow splattered over the room, his disguise tearing apart at the reaper’s fingertips, making him let out grunts and growls that she sucked up with her sinful mouth. The form of a man started distorting, his fingers growing dark and his nails sharp enough to pierce Grell’s skin, making her bleed more on the already bloodied sheets.
The sting made her body shake, pain feeding her pleasure as she neared her second orgasm. Her moves grew faster slamming her hips down harder and harder and almost screaming into Sebastian’s mouth that was now nothing but a distorted pit of darkness.
The darkness, that had been a body of flesh just minutes before, wrapped itself around Grell and pressed into her with strength that made her almost lose consciousness. At some point, she wasn’t even moving anymore, and suddenly she was on her back, looking at pure evil consuming every last bit of her. It was intoxicating, asphyxiating, bordering a dream and a nightmare, making her feel everything and nothing at once.
Grell felt the dark reach somewhere inside her, perhaps where her soul had once been, searching for something to cure its hunger with. She wrapped her hand around it in return, holding nothing, yet something very dark in her grip.
”I don’t have a soul, demon. You’ll have to settle for my body.”
It seemed to listen, as she felt its attention shift back into her lower parts. Grell closed her eyes, just for momentarily, and when she opened them she was met with the handsome man’s face once again. In this form, she could tell he was close, too, so she pulled him into a kiss and clung onto his frame to ride it out together.
Her body unraveled, reaching a second climax. Grell came with a cry into Sebastian’s mouth, body shaking and curling around his even tighter, flashing the space around them pitch black as he followed soon after. The demon let out a sound unlike anything she had ever heard in her life, and she knew she had completed her task.
Hot spend splattered in her, overflowing, his thrusts keeping pushing it further and out of her at the same time. The reaper’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she whined and tears rolled down her face. Grell didn’t need to see heaven - this was way better than any God could grant her.
Sebastian’s weight collapsed on top of her and the pair laid there, bloodied and sweaty and basking in their mutual release. The reaper’s fingertips brushed through raven hair under them, stroking gently in contrast of the violent nature of their previous deeds.
”Good job, darling,” she mewed and kissed the top of his head now that he was still in her arms, docile and overcome with pleasure. There was no answer, just heavy breathing.
”Are you fulfilled? Or do you perhaps need a second round?”
The man lifted his face up to glare at Grell, his eyes back in their usual, cold and stoic state. It made her grin harder.
”Under no circumstances shall I ever engage with your kind like this again,” he spoke and parted from her, pulling himself out quickly and getting off the bed. The man was a mess, his clothes covered in blood and whatever liquids had ensued in their roll in the torn sheets.
”Get up. We need to get rid of the evidence and then I shall return to the manor immediately.”
Grell hummed, deciding not to to push it. Her back almost stuck to the sticky sheets but she managed to get up and gather her belongings before heading to the bathroom.
”You’re not going to help me wash myself after all that? Cruel.”
Sebastian was not going to grant her another glare, so she snickered to herself and closed the door behind her. The butler buttoned up his shirt and vest and then sat back on the edge of the bed, burying his face into his filthy palms now covered with his usual pair of cotton gloves. How on earth had this happened again?
At least, the rumbling inside him had calmed down, but he couldn’t be happy about it knowing what it had taken to achieve peace. Disgust coloured his features, thinking about ending the damn reaper here and now and burning her to the ground with this filthy apartment.
But then, the red pseudo-devil returned, her body still bare and covered in his marks, and Sebastian knew it was over for him. He had been hooked, like a damn fish, no way around it.
Grell tilted her head in amusement, and in his mind he cursed to have been caught staring.
”Could you get my underwear from the side of the bed? Or did you change your mind about the second round?”
He didn’t answer, but stood up and slowly walked to her, staring her down in an attempt to scare her off. But Grell Sutcliff did not fret, she stood upright in front of him, luring him in. She wasn’t wearing her heels so Sebastian stood a head taller than her, yet it still felt like he was the one being looked down on.
And then, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, and Sebastian knew they had a a long night ahead of them.