Severus Snape A Soul Undiminished

Chapter 75 - Euphoria

Severus's bedroom was large in comparison to his living room. There were books in there as well but lining only one wall. There was a quaint reading area in a corner by the
window, and a door that led into a small bathroom.
"Let me take your jacket," Severus offered.
"I see you've been working on your hosting expertise," Sirana teased.
He took off his own jacket, placing them on the chair.
"I don't plan on playing the host here. As modest as it is, it is your home now too," he said, returning to place his hands on her arms.
She was taken a bit by surprise by his words, and it touched her how good it felt for him to say them.
"I am happy to call it home, as long as you are here with me," she said sincerely.
His expression showed how much that meant to him, and he leaned in to kiss her. They had kissed over the last week since the Battle at Hogwarts, but they now kissed with the promise of their future together.
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Severus felt like he poured all of the love he felt for Sirana into their kiss, and the pain and sadness from all of the nights he wanted to hold her and be with her but couldn't—the days he spent alone wishing he could talk to her, the dread he felt that he might never see her again, was all washed away. He felt her love pour in to him in turn, and he felt deep into his soul the rapturous euphoria that Sirana spawned in him, and he was driven by an intentness to make up for the unimaginable longing he had felt for her over the last year. His entire being was consumed by her, and he dared not to let her enter his mind to see the inferno inside of him that threatened to burn him alive. He noticed she was shaking, and he wondered if she was nervous or if she too felt the same fire inside of her.
Severus slowed their kiss and pulled away to see her face, and he could see it was the latter. Sirana's eyes were veiled with passion, and he could see her consumed in her own euphoria for him. They didn't speak, caught up in the torrent of their shared desire. He stroked her hair lovingly, then moved to begin removing her clothes. She reached to start unbuttoning his shirt, and he noticed her hands were shaking. He could hear her breathing, which was uniquely amplified in the quiet room, and the sound of her passion was matched by his own. He had managed to remove all her clothes while she was removing his shirt, and she stood before him in her glorious nudeness. It was only a few steps to the bed, but he leaned down to lift her up and carry her to his bed, laying her down on it.
Sirana felt the intensity of her passion filling her, and she felt Severus's passion as if it filled the entire room with an electrifying power. When he picked her up to carry her to his bed, the surreal
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magnitude of the moment was almost overwhelming. Severus stood at the side of the bed looking at her as he shed his trousers and shorts. He stood there another moment, returning the favor, enjoying the way she looked at him in turn. He climbed into bed over her on his hands and knees, kissing her again, holding himself up from her on his elbows, his hands wrapped in her hair, caressing her. He slid one hand down between her legs to find her already wet with desire for him, and he smiled, satisfied with the confirmation.
"Severus..." she said, looking at him as if she too felt the dreamlike quality of the moment. Yet, the dreams they had shared over the last year, as if by magic, could never compare to this vivid reality.
"Sirana..." he said softly as he settled between her legs, readying himself to enter her. She placed her hands against his chest as he slid himself into her with a slow, deep thrust. The exquisite sensation of him inside her brought out a gratified moan from each of them. He moved in and out of her in long, slow strokes, all his senses attuned to every moment of their lovemaking. Severus was engorged with his desire for her, and he heard her cry out her shock as he pushed deep into her, the powerful intimacy of their joining shocking even himself in its force. He saw her close her eyes, her expression one of alluring captivation. He moved in her slowly, savoring her obvious pleasure as well as his own. He closed his own eyes, all of his senses fighting to take forefront in his mind. She felt so good wrapped around him, and he moaned hoarsely as the strikingly fierce sensation of their lovemaking ravaged his body. He wanted to take her to the limit of her own pleasure, and he
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pushed himself to his own limit, hearing and feeling her quickly approaching the crest of her climax. She suddenly gasped, her neck arching back, as her body erupted in magnificent waves of her sweet crescendo. She said his name lustfully, grasping onto him. He wanted to join her in her rapture, and drove into her, unrestrained. He was met swiftly with his own orgasm, feeling all the energy in his body flow into his core, and he gasped at the jarring force of the spasms of his release. The ferocity of the emotion they had for each other culminated in their physical beings, and they met their minds, embracing wordlessly, overcome with their mutual fulfillment. They drifted in and out of sleep to hold each other, whispering their love to each other in their minds.