Regency in Diagon Alley [Theodore Nott | Harry Potter AU]

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"I love you," she repeated between kisses. The same words he whispered to her earlier. A truth she always knew but never heard him say in fear that if he did, she would leave him. That she would find closure and move on. But he was wrong. Hearing those words only had her yearning for him more, and more until the teasing brush their lips were no longer enough, where the lustful gaze could not satisfy them. They found pleasure in the fantasies they created the possibilities if they were free of duty. Now, under the full moon, with the risk of being found by her family, they give into those desires they leashed for s long.

As Carina continued to kiss Theodore, her hands raking through his hair, pulling him deeper as she felt him against her. The feeling of his hard sex arousing her more.

A groan left her lips as he pressed closer to her.

His lips trailed down to her neck, remembering the details she told him of her fantasies. Of the people she saw in that studio in Florence. The pleasure was too much, that she closed her eyes to relish it.

She heard a turning of a lock. And from the hard door that she was pressed against earlier, she felt the soft mattress of her bed.

Hands pulling down her night dress, leaving her completely naked under him, Theodore disregarded the garment somewhere in the dark, candle lit room. A candle that was enclosed by the dome of stars. His lips trailed down to her breast, kissing, licking, and sucking each one, all the while, he rubbed his clothed self against hers.

Carina panted, her mind completely blank as her body felt so much. So much was happening that she did not know what to say. But she knew one thing, and that he needed to take off his clothes. Pulling on his shirt, Carina tugged it up, and Theodore helped her with removing it and immediately returning to his task of tasting every inch of her body.

His lips trailed down to the valley of her breasts, then to her stomach, and down, until he was kneeling. He never kneeled for anyone but for her, and only for her, as he had done countless times, and now.

Propping on her elbows, Carina watched as Theodore teased her my kissing her thighs, purposely taking his time. She blushed in embarrassment when he looked up to her when he had her thighs settle on his shoulder and kissed her there –

His lips were the first thing she felt, and then his tongue. The first lick had her feel like the stars she studied. A burst of light.

Her moan had him unleashing on her. Each lick had her moaning, her chest heaving as she tried to find something to hold onto, to unleash this feeling she felt. Then he slipped his tongue inside and Carina grabbed on to the sheets, gripping them tight.

All she could do was moan his name as he sucked, licked, and grazed his teeth on her. She remembered his words to her that morning, when they were still in bed: I would want nothing more than to have you sprawled on this bed – right now – like a feast.

The thought aroused her more. She felt the vibration of his voice as he said her name –

"Theodore!" She tried to sit up, her body trembling from the sheer amount of pleasure that rode across from where Theodore had her, pinning her down so he could have more – greedy bastard, she thought – to her fingers and toes. She raked her hands through his hair, and it only had him do more.

Just as she thought that was all he could offer, her hold on him tightened as she felt something enter her. A finger. Pushing and pulling, driving on edge.

This was better than how she imagined it. No, this was more than anything she thought. The feeling she got when she touched herself in the bath or when in bed was not close to this.