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A maelstrom of emotions churned within me, a tempest of doubt and desire. Would I be able to weather the coming storm? Could I withstand the anguish I knew was on its way? I had fallen for a man whose heart belonged to another, a man as enigmatic and alluring as a moonlit night. A man who was utterly unlike any other. If I knocked on this door, there was no turning back. The consequences, whatever they may be, I would bear without regret. For I had chosen this path, a path that led to the heart of a man who had become my obsession.
I was taking a leap of faith, a gamble with my heart. Even if I got hurt in the end, I wouldn't know if it could work if I didn't try.
My hand hovered over the door, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I was about to knock when the door swung open, revealing Snape's warm gaze, a stark contrast to the usual icy intensity that usually veiled his eyes. He extended his hand, a silent invitation, and I accepted it without hesitation. He pulled me into his chamber, the door closing with a soft click behind us.
I turned, taking in the room. It was a stark contrast to the last time I was here, a place of forbidden passion and shattered dreams. Now, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, it seemed to hold a different kind of magic, a sense of intimacy that made my heart skip a beat. The scent of woodsmoke and old parchment hung in the air, a comforting, familiar aroma that calmed my nerves.
"Thought you weren't coming," he said, his voice a low rumble, a surprising warmth radiating from him. "I pick my poison and it's you."
"You wanna have some tea?" he asked, his voice awkward, his usual stoicism momentarily forgotten. I was disoriented, unsure of what to expect.
"Yeah... Sure Professor," I replied, following him to a table set with a teapot and two cups. My eyes couldn't help but linger on his figure. He looked different, more relaxed, more approachable. He was wearing a white long-sleeved polo shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the smooth skin of his forearms. He turned towards me, and I noticed the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, a glimpse of his chest, a tantalizing invitation. My breath caught in my throat, my gaze fixated on his chest, a wave of heat flooding my body. Why was I so drawn to even the smallest details about him?
Our eyes met, and he could sense my desire, the raw longing that pulsed through my veins. I breathed heavily, my gaze locked on his dark, narrow eyes, the intensity of their depths sending a shiver down my spine. My body thrummed with a primal need, a desire to feel his touch, to be consumed by his presence. But I couldn't ask, not yet. He might think I was impatient.
"Fuck that tea!!" he exclaimed, his voice a low growl, his usual stoicism shattered. He moved towards me, his steps swift and purposeful, his gaze burning into mine. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, his embrace both possessive and tender. The warmth of his body radiating against mine sent a wave of heat through me, a delicious anticipation building within me.
We were both breathing heavily as he claimed my lips. The electric shock of our first kiss, the raw intensity of our forbidden encounter, returned with a vengeance. I kissed him back, trying to be gentle, but his passion was too fierce, too consuming. The taste of his lips, a blend of dark chocolate and forbidden desires, sent a rush of pleasure through me.
He lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist as we continued to kiss, our tongues battling in a passionate dance. He pressed me against the wall, a door beside us. It was his bedroom, I knew. He turned the doorknob, carrying me inside.
I gasped as he laid me down on the bed. My eyes met his, and I saw the raw desire burning in their depths, a reflection of my own longing. He began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze never leaving mine, as if he were undressing me in his mind. The sound of the buttons snapping open, a sharp, metallic click, was almost erotic in its intensity.
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