The Erised Effect

Dirty Little Secrets

   In a flash, Harry had her on her back, the tie ripped from her mouth, staring up into Harry's eyes,dark with hunger. His lips were moist, slick with her arousal. His shirt was gone, the hard contoursof his muscled chest and abs drawing her gaze immediately. 

   She sat up, desperate to touch him, to explore him, but She was quickly pushed back down by hisstrong hands. 

   He smiled; his fingers reaching out to caress her cheek. "Look at you," he whispered reverently."You're so ...." 

   He was searching for the best way to turn his phrase. 

   "Beautiful, Pansy. The girl I could never get out of my head no matter how hard I tried... the girlwhose taken over my senses." Harry stood up slowly, his eyes never wavering from hers as heunbuttoned his dress pants, and dropped them to the floor along with his boxer briefs. His thick,hard cock sprung free, and her eyes widened. 

   She stared at him hungrily, making him harder. 

   He gave it a few small strokes, watching her as she watched it. He then climbed back on top of heron the couch, making it creak slightly beneath his weight. He raised one of her legs up and aroundhis waist slowly. 

   He then slid into her without any warning, his lips fusing to hers to stifle her cries. Her back bowedof the couch, her eyes cinching shut, and a shuddered breath passed from her lips and into his. 

   He held himself still, settled inside her to the hilt. "Too much?" 

   She rolled her head back and forth against the couch cushion, trying to control the way he feltstretched inside of her again. 

   "Breathe, Pansy. You're squeezing my cock so hard. You're so fucking tight I'm about to explode."His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb running along her lips. "Open your eyes, Parkinson, Lookat me." 

   She did and she found him smiling down at her. A warm and af ectionate smile. So unexpectedlynew that she smiled back at him. 

   She was finally here; opening herself up to him, giving him her body, and if he was honest withhimself.... he wanted to slowly taking the rest of her, too. With that thought, there was nowhere elsehe would rather have been right then. She stared back at him, and she let out the breath she'd beenholding. 

   "You're mine" he told her through clenched teeth. She believed him. "Can I move?" 

   "Yes," she whispered, and then he did. 

   He slid back and forth then, achingly slow at first, pulling nearly all the way out before sinkingpartly back in to her. He did this repeatedly, staring down at where their bodies were joined,alternating between that and her big, round, beautiful eyes. 

   It was maddening and delicious and so good and yet not enough at the same time. And only whenhe knew she was ready and growing impatient, when she was clawing at his skin, scraping hernails impatiently down his back, begging him for more, did he pick up his speed. 

   Her knees bent up further around his waist, as he pounded into her suddenly with a relentlessrhythm. 

   "Yes... oh, fuck-" she almost cried suddenly. It was a moan, an expletive, an acknowledgementthat this was it between them; and it was right. 

   His teeth sank into her breast, branding her to him, and she cried out, the sensation raisingeverything to a whole new level. His mouth found hers, his tongue took over, swallowing down hercries.