The air crackled with unspoken tension as he stared at me, his gaze a smoldering ember. I ached for his touch, the searing heat of his skin against mine a forbidden pleasure. Every time our bodies collided, it was like a wildfire igniting within me, a wave of heat that spread from the point of contact, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in its wake.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes fixated on my lips. The air between us thrummed with a potent energy, a volatile mix of desire and restraint. I could sense his struggle, the internal battle raging within him, the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching, his breath hitching in his chest.
Seductively, I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of his arm until my hand rested on his cheek. The rough texture of his skin beneath my fingertips sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Stop resisting," I whispered, my eyes pleading for release. "I beg you."
"Why are you such a brat?" he growled, his monotone voice laced with frustration. His gaze never left mine, a captive to my allure. The heat from his body radiating against mine was palpable, a tangible manifestation of the tension that crackled between us.
"Maybe I'm crying for attention?" I countered, a playful smirk dancing on my lips.
"Do you have any idea how wrong this is?" he demanded, his grip tightening on my arm. His voice was a low rumble, a warning laced with raw emotion. The pressure of his fingers on my skin felt like a branding iron, a reminder of the forbidden nature of our desires.
"Stop provoking me!" he snarled, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "Or you'll see how monstrous I am." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a thrilling blend of fear and excitement. The air around him seemed to crackle with energy, the heat of his anger a palpable force that threatened to consume me.
I should have been intimidated, but his intensity only fueled my desire. "I fucking dare you, Mr. Snape," I breathed, my voice a husky whisper against his ear. The warmth of his breath on my skin, brings a delicious blend of fear and excitement.
He glared at me, his gaze burning with a potent mix of anger and desire. "I'm so done with you," he rasped, his voice a low, guttural sound. And then, with a swift, decisive movement, he captured my lips in a searing kiss.
It was a forceful, possessive kiss, leaving me breathless and reeling. His lips were firm and warm against mine, his tongue a relentless force against mine, tasting of dark chocolate and forbidden desires. He bit my lower lip, a playful torment that sent a wave of pleasure washing over me.
I responded with equal fervor, our tongues clashing in a passionate dance. This moment, this stolen kiss, felt like a forbidden dream come true, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
His sharp nose brushed against my cheek, sending a tingle of pleasure through me. But it was the insistent pressure of his body against mine that truly set my senses ablaze. The heat of his skin against mine felt like a wildfire igniting within me, spreading a wave of warmth that left me breathless.
When I finally opened my eyes, I saw the raw desire burning in his gaze, a reflection of my own longing. My hand moved from his waist, sliding up his back until I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. The feel of his muscles beneath my fingertips sent a surge of excitement through me, and I leaned into his embrace, seeking the comfort of his warmth.
We broke apart, both gasping for breath. His eyes held mine, a soft yet lustful gaze that made my heart race. He grabbed my arm, his touch burning hot, and pulled me towards his room.
A mixture of nervousness and excitement coursed through me. This was uncharted territory, a forbidden adventure. I had never been with anyone before, and the thought of the unknown filled me with both trepidation and anticipation. My breath quickened, and I felt a flutter in my stomach, a mix of fear and excitement.
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His Midnight Apprentice
Fanfiction"Who Will Save the Savior?" Severus Snape devoted his life to saving others, even when it meant being hated and reviled by the very people he protected. He died believing he was despised, and branded as a traitor to Dumbledore. But what if, at the l...
