Daring Ambition: Tom Riddle's Quest

Chapter 8 - Double

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Harriet knew her skin had wrinkled on her feet and hands, but she didn't mind.

As the warm shower water ran over her and eased the aches from her sore body, all she could focus on were those lovely sensations from Tom's incredible kiss.

His arms had wrapped around her to brace her against him in the shower, with her heavy, rounded belly pushed against the firmness of his toned abdomen.

Harriet's lips curled into a smirk as his obvious arousal pressed into the softness of her thigh.

"Going to do anything about that, Tom?" She teased as she broke their kiss to let her eyes drift down to his manhood.

His dark gaze studied her face as she reached out and let her fingers slip over the head of his arousal, messily slipping against his tip with the wetness of the water.

She nearly felt dizzy as she began to consider the positions she would still find comfortable enough to make love to him right there.

Tom's dark eyes narrowed for a moment as he stared at her until he reached behind them both and shut the water off.

".....Well?" Harriet chuckled.

She hid her disappointment that the warmth of the water had been cruelly taken away, but she couldn't help the pout that formed on her lips as Tom led her out of the shower, grabbed the towels on the sink, and began to dry them both off.

Harriet scowled as he gently blotted the moisture from her hair and skin, but made no means to touch her beyond that.

"I may not have my glasses on, but I can see your eagerness perfectly well." She huffed at her husband.

Although her view of his manhood was rather blurred, she scowled at its silhouette in irritation that he ignored her flirtations.

"I'm saving all that I have for you, my darling." Tom whispered as he kissed Harriet's lips again before he pulled away and hung their towels on the rack behind the toilet.

"Do you find me that repulsive now?" She laughed as Tom took a brief moment to finish drying himself.

He purposely turned to show Harriet the smooth muscles on his lean body as the towel moved over them, exposing them to her view, freshly cleaned and expertly cut from hours of practiced exercise.

Most people underestimated how much physicality it took to perform certain types of magic and Tom Riddle had always been an especially skilled wizard.

"As much as I'd love to push you against the wall and make you scream for me, sweetling," Tom said with a resigned sigh before a devious smirk curled his lips, "I have a rather special treat I had hoped to give you tonight, if you'll accept, of course."

"A treat?" Harriet blinked, "What do you mean?....I....I'm not having any cravings right now."

"You may change that statement after you see what I have to offer you." Tom grinned, "Join me, my love, I'll be waiting in your nest."

Before Harriet could ask anymore questions, Tom brushed past her and walked into the bedroom.

The muscles that lined his sides contracted as he reached down to the nightstand next to the bed and retrieved his wand.

A smirk spread across his lips as he pointed his wand's tip at his own chest and cried, "DUPLICIOUS GEMININA!"

A burst of light issued from his wand, which caused Tom's eyes to close for a second before the blast hit him directly.