**CH 15: Tangled Sheets**

** WARNING: NSFW! You can skip if you please, it will not affect the story!** 

The two quickly snuck out of the speakeasy, Esme leaving her purse and bag of street clothes in the dressing room. As soon as the pair are alone in the streets, Alastor presses her up against the wall of the building, turning her face to the side and beginning to ravish her neck, devoring it, and savoring the taste. Esme gasps and shudders under his touch, reaching her hands to his hair and pulling softly. He quickly takes her hands and roughly pins them above her head, not quite ready to let her have any tempting touches. Suddenly, someone enters the alley, causing the two to walk away from one another as if nothing is happening. Esme is flustered, fixing her hair and her smudged lipstick as the gentleman walks into the speakeasy side door. Alastor having his back turned to not be recognized. There's an unspeakable tension in that alley until the door closes. Esme says nothing, she walks over to him, jumping into his arms in a straddle. He holds her up with his arm as he returns her to her spot against the brick, this time kissing along her collarbone and shoulder. 

There's was no more denying it. Within a manner of seconds, the couple had revealed themselves yet again to the other to still be met with warmth and praise. The entire scenario didn't make sense, but both parties allowed themselves to just shut off their minds from overthinking and simply enjoy the present moment. The feeling of the one they were smitten over attached to them, holding them dear and displaying such affection, guiding their judgment.

Honestly, it was a miracle they got back to her house in one piece. Esme quickly unlocks the door, stumbling inside while still having her mouth connected to his. She pushes the door closed with her heel and breaks from the kiss, fanning herself with her hand, "It's so hot." She mumbles through pants.

Alastor picks her chin up with his finger to look up at him, "My love, if you are feeling warm, then why not take some of those layers off? You'll feel so much better." He assures with her with a devlish smirk, pulling her coat off her shoulders, "Why don't I help you?"

"Mmm, is that right?" His darling questions in a teasing sultry tone of voice. She bites her lip softly, leaning towards him, her eyes burning with need and desire as she carelessly tosses her coat on the floor.

It was rather nice, she 'ought to get more careful.

"You look ready to pounce on me, cher. I can see that look in those pretty eyes of yours." He says in a low husky voice, a slight growl at the end of his sentence. She giggles and jumps into his arms without hesitation, wrapping her legs around his waist in a straddle and holding on to his neck. Esme looks down at him, panting softly with a lustful look in her eyes. She pulled him into another kiss, but this one was more hungry, more passionate than before. Just like any good siren would with her sailor, she nips at his bottom lip, causing him to take in a sharp inhale, breaking from her grip. "Oh, you naughty minx, you're going to pay for that~"

If that was supposed to be a threat, he clearly did not know his audience very well. The lovestruck gal looks into his eyes, her breath heavy and labored, "Is that a promise?" she asks breathlessly.

Her suitor smirks seductively, his eyes shining a dark crimson, "Mmm darling, I promise that you will be getting so much more than that. Now, why don't you use your beautiful voice and tell me what you want me to do to you?"

Leaning her mouth to his ear, she slowly whispers numerous lewd acts she could desire from him. She made sure to include in great detail what he would do to her. The screams she would let out, the things she would say, everything. As he listens to her descriptions, his jaw unhinges and hangs open, his eyes roll with a crazed desire, and a low groan emerges from his throat. That was the most arousing thing a woman has ever said to him. It was her, it was all her. Her skin pressed against his, her heart beating from her chest onto his, as she listed all the sinful things he could do to her. When she's done, she places a soft kiss on his earlobe, retreating back and looking at him innocently. He stares up at her, his breathing picking up, "Oh, you truly don't know what you're doing."

Oh, but she did. See, before, this would usually be an act - a rouse to lure her victims to the men of her family to be slain. She never meant one word behind her performances before, but with him it was authentic.  It was raw and oh so real. The growing heat under her dress was a clear signal of that.

Esme whimpers softly, tightening her legs around his waist to provide herself some sort of stimulation. That cry was the final thing that broke the rest of his self-restraint. He holds her up with one arm as he walks up the stairs with her in his grasp, moving his way to her bedroom. Once inside, he closes the door with his boot and presses her against the wall, leaning in close, her core being pressed up against his. "Is this what you wanted, you little tease?" 

Esme nods frantically in agreement, biting her lip and whining softly from desperation. He smiles as she nods, moving closer to her. He presses his lips on her neck, biting and sucking at different parts of her skin. If he wasn't careful, he could easily pierce through her exterior and sip at the delicacy she was sure to produce.

Simultaneously, he begins to use his free hand to slide up the dress she's wearing, caressing her inner thigh softly, inches away from where she needed him the most. Esme gasps and moans at his touch, goosebumps forming across her arms. Her voice is rather loud and excited, and she bites her lip, trying to suppress the sounds. He pulls his lips away from her neck, his breath warm against her skin as he whispers, "Don't bite your lip, darling. I want to hear those pretty little sounds of yours."

At his instructions, her cries grow to a crescendo at every one of his touches, each moan sounding like an angelic song of ecstasy. Her head is thrown back against the wall behind her, but not enough to cause herself any pain. She softly digs her fingernails into his shoulders and back, gasping when she feels his hand reach her hip, right above her undergarments. "Alastor..." She says breathlessly between moans, "You don't think we're moving too fast?"

Immediately, he haults his movements for a moment as she speaks. No, he wouldn't proceed without her clear-cut permission. She deserved to be treated with respect. He may be a sadistic killer, but he was no monster. Pulling away from her skin, he pressed his forehead against the wall beside her. The poor fellow's body was burning with desire for her (and Esme could feel just how much), but he tried to keep a certain amount of control for her. "Do you want me to slow down, love? I'm just trying to find a way to keep myself from ravishing you right here and now.."

Esme tries to gather her thoughts and think logically, but shit did his voice sound so good and tempting. "That does sound nice..." She contemplates, "but I don't want you to think I'm easy."

"I could never think of you as easy, my dear. I know you have standards. I would never think of you that way." Alastor replies with a sincere look in his eyes as he softly strokes her hair. Esme searches his eyes closely. There's no trail of malice behind them, no deceitfulness. She exhales and pulls him into a soft kiss, this one loving and adoring. As she continues to display her affections, she begins to undress him, removing his jacket and tossing it to the side with a thud. He carries her to the bed, laying her down softly, towering over her. "Are you okay?"

"I..." Esme begins softly, squeezing her legs close together, biting her lip. He looked down at her, watching her bite that bottom lip for the 100th time that evening. Never in a million years did he think he would be in this situation, struggling between whether to rip every strand of hair from her scalp in his feast, or to kiss along every square inch of her body to prove his passion to her. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip while looking into her eyes,

"Go on, I'm listening."

"I..." She becomes red in the face, her fingernails slowly tracing his shoulders as her grip tightens, "I want you to take me." she whimpers. His eyes widen at this, but a mischievous smirk spreads across his face, "Are you sure, my love? I can't guarantee gentleness." He warns, kissing her neck softly. There were some moments where the lad could be self-aware. Therefore, he questioned if the hands that were used to forcing the life from his victims were even capable of providing gentleness.

"Yes, I trust you." She says. He pauses and looks at her. He felt his heart melt as she said those words. He felt so much love for her at this moment. He could not believe this sweet, beautiful goddess of a woman was giving herself to him like this ... but it felt so right. Those three words were never issued to him before, and he didn't dare to take them lightly. Never, he swore to himself, would he ever break that trust. If it was gentleness she required, he would play the role of a saint.

He lowered his head back down, pressing his lips against hers for a warm, more tender kiss before slowly breaking away and sweetly caressing her cheek, "I'll be gentle, I promise." Esme nods in response to him. She's slightly nervous but mostly driven by lust and desire to be satisfied by him alone. She is completely ready to surrender to him and allow him to do whatever he pleases. Her mind becomes fuzzy and dizzy as he slowly begins to undress them both, kissing at her skin, and tracing her body lovingly. He slowly begins to position himself against her, "Are you certain?" He asks, lacing his fingers with hers in an act that was the complete antithesis to his usual behavoor.

"Mhm..you can keep going." He nods, gently pushing himself into her, sliding in slowly inch by inch. He lets out a groan as he does so, feeling her tight and warm around him. She was so perfectly made for him. Esme gasps lightly, tucking her head into the bend of his neck, her breath shaking at the sensation. She hadn't told him this, but she had never been taken by a man before, so she held herself together as she adjusted to the sensation. Her hands held tightly across his shoulders, securing herself within his chest. 

The feeling of her tiny, timid hold on him was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He made sure to keep that hidden from her as she was nuzzled within him. Certainly, she wouldn't notice anyhow. This tenderness was foreign to him, something he never understood why a person would crave it, but now it was clear that he was no better than anyone else.

After a few moments, he soon picks up speed, allowing her to get acquainted with the sensation. Esme arches her back and cries out as the intensity increases, becoming slowly overcome by pleasure. Soon, the house is filled with angelic screams, pants, grunts, and moans. The halls remain dark and dim, being lit up by the music of her screams and shouts of several sinful phrases, words, and pleas. He left no spot untouched, giving himself completely to her and satisfying her every desire. 

~ Author's Note ~

This was my first time writing such a steamy scene. I hope it's not bad. Also, if you know me in real life...you never read this chapter, deal?

(Future Artemis coming back for a second : This chapter is so MILD compared to later smut scenes. I PROMISE YOU!) 

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~ Artemis🦌💗