Ten years after I began at Hogwarts, Sebastian Sallow is back. And he's Professor Sallow now. He disappeared after the fall of Ranrok and Rookwood, after I lost Professor Fig, and after Ominis and I couldn't keep him from losing himself. But I never...
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She is real. This is real.
I have to keep reminding myself that for once in my life this is not a dream from which I'll awake.
Beautiful April. Sweet, dear, lovely April.
Just as I am and have always been hers, she is here and in this moment she is completely mine. That thought, alone, almost causes my knees to buckle completely.
I want her.
::Fuuucking taaake her.::
Her petite frame looks so long beneath me, propped up on her ridiculous pillows, legs flowing like a river down towards the base of the bed with my knees braced to either side of her. I don't know why I'm surprised to see how muscular she is, but the definition that graces her limbs and torso enchants me. I couldn't force my eyes from her if I tried.
To not be able to touch every inch of her skin at once is a misery to me, and knowing where to put my hands next is an impossible choice.
Merlin, I want her.
::Take. Her. Now–.::
—No. Savor her.
Her sternum tempts me, and I bend myself to its whim, running my tongue from between her full breasts to the crevice near her throat where her collar bones meet, while her chest rises and falls with intense breath. Her taste is sweet and warm. The soft, blissful sound she utters as her body stirs beneath my touch is irresistible.
April reaches for my belt and works eagerly at my waistline, yanking at the buckle of my belt and loosening my slacks.
But before she can pull at them, I scoop up one of her hands and ask her, "Are you sure?" My voice is low and hoarse and it surprises me how desperate it sounds while my momentary restraint feels like it could soon cause physical pain.
She sits up to face me and brings my hand to her mouth. She nods 'yes,' while she looks deep into me and kisses each of the fingers that paused her, one by one, sending a searing shockwave through my very center with each sweet contact. Shiiiit.
She slowly moves her hands back to my waistline, my eyes attentive to her every move, anticipation hovering on every inch of my skin. She keeps her eyes on mine so calmly, so adhering – she is so fucking sexy – as she beckons me towards her so she can reach her mouth to my ear. The feeling of her breath against my skin makes my eyes roll shut. Holy fuck.
I want every single part of her.
"I want every single part of you," she whispers, and a thunder clap races up my spine.
::FUCK.::
"Merlin, April..."
In an impressive move, she simultaneously rises to her knees, wraps a leg around mine, twists our bodies and propels me to my back, swapping our places. I let out an impressed laugh, and she smiles proudly, proceeding to successfully slide my slacks off while I unclasp the back of her lace bra and throw it to the side of anywhere that isn't fucking here.
Her fullness fills my grasping hands before I feel the warmth of her soft, bare chest melt into mine as she leans down to me and covers my face with quick, soft kisses that make me laugh. She slows her pace, offering deliberate, deep, nibbling kisses down my jaw, neck, chest, and torso, until her teeth grip the band of my boxers and pull them down, off, and away, exposing me to her in my entirety.
Before my heart can stop beating, she doesn't hesitate to wrap her warm mouth around me and the confidence of her appetite sends a tremor to my fingertips. Her supple, insistent lips are somehow so deliberate around me despite her furious, clever tongue. I find myself relieved by how nonplussed she seems by the rigid length she's navigating, and equally impressed by how much of it she's able to manage at once.
April watches me watching her, and my whole body feels weightless at the sight of her: from her tiny feet gripping at the bed to the band of lace dancing around the curves of her hips and disappearing up and over her generous backside which is arched gorgeously upward, to the line of her sloping back that leads my gaze back to her fiery eyes, focused on mine, that could make me come again and again with the intensity of their gaze, alone.
She releases me gently, and walks her knees up the sides of me a couple strides, and I can't help myself from pulling at the one tiny piece of clothing she has left which she swiftly casts off.
I wonder if she knows how absolutely gorgeous she is.
"Do you know how absolutely gorgeous you are?" she asks. My mouth goes momentarily dry.
::Mother of FUCK how is she doing that?::
Her voice is low. Hungry. It exhilarates me. I sit up to—
She pushes me back down.
"Shit!" I say out loud and she grins massively. Mischievously. And she lowers herself to me. The feeling of her damp heat between her legs just inches from me is a wicked kind of electric. Until she takes me, still wet from her mouth, and deftly guides me inside her, pressing her hips down into mine, and I have to grip my hands to her thighs to temper the overpowering thrill it sends into my bones.
::Fucking Merlin's Fucking Beard Fucking Fuck.::
My eyes instinctively roll back with the exhilaration of being inside her but I will them to open to take in the sight of her and this reality. As her body straddles mine, she slowly circles her hips and presses me further into the welcoming tension within her, my own hips echoing her movement and thrusting deeper with the guidance of her rhythm.
I reach for her waist but she catches both my hands with her own, leaning to brace herself through a melting gasp. She is beautiful. Watching the masterful swaying of her body, feeling what it's doing to me, nearly sends me over the edge when, gasping, she squeezes my hands and squeezes her eyes shut with another crest. She moans my name, again, and there's no possible fucking way that any of this is fucking real.
"Fucking hell, April..." is my famished whisper as I sit up to bring myself closer to her. I notice the space between our clasped hands glowing with a soft light – at first a dim white and soon a more vibrant, burning blue. I watch in awe as vines of ancient magic creep from between her fingers and twist up her arms with every swell of her body, blooming with intricate leaves with every subsequent pulse of her hips, and opening with flowers of whites, blues and violets with every simmering exhale of her breath.
I don't know how she's doing it, or if she even knows she's doing it at all but her magic begins to twist around my wrists as well, briefly binding our hands together, until the light of it dissolves into the surface of my skin, erupting as doses of pure happiness that surge straight through me, sending me straight to the edge.
Maintaining our rhythm, hands still clasped, I sit up to her and touch my forehead to hers. Her eyes open again to mine, dazzling me with their magnitude and a luminous shimmer of light blue now swimming along the border of her irises. Amidst our intertwined bodies, I cling to the edge of resistance by the thinnest thread. Our eyes locked on one another, unblinking, each of us is fiercely tracking the other's every move, when finally she whispers my name in an aching, gasping, desperate affirmation that tells me I can free myself in total surrender to her, both of us soaring together, simultaneously peaking with an otherworldly, indescribable fire.
