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Chapter 18*

The Morning

The next morning, you woke up early, feeling more refreshed than you had in days. The sleeping draught had worked wonders, and you felt a renewed sense of energy. You stretched and got out of bed, heading to your private dorm shower.

You started the water, letting it heat up, and stepped in. The warm water cascaded over your body, soothing your muscles and washing away the remnants of sleep. As you stood there, your thoughts drifted to Severus.

You couldn't stop thinking about him—his touch, his voice, the way he made you feel. Your hand moved almost of its own accord, sliding down your body. You closed your eyes, imagining it was Severus touching you.

Knowing he could see the coin glowing only intensified the thrill. You couldn't help yourself; you reached out to him mentally, letting him feel your desire.

In your mind, you heard his voice, dark and demanding. "What are your hands doing, Y/N?"

A shiver ran down your spine at his words. You moaned softly, your fingers moving more insistently. "I'm touching myself, Severus. Thinking about you."

His presence in your mind was overwhelming, heightening every sensation. "Describe it to me," he commanded, his voice a mix of arousal and authority.

You gasped, your breath hitching as you continued to pleasure yourself. "My fingers are sliding down my body, between my legs. I'm so wet, Severus. I can't stop thinking about you."

You could almost feel his satisfaction, his desire for you. "Keep going," he urged. "Make yourself come for me."

Your movements became more frantic, your need for release growing stronger. The connection between you and Severus made everything more intense. You could feel his arousal, his longing, and it pushed you closer to the edge.

"Severus," you moaned, your voice trembling. "I'm so close."

"Good girl," he whispered in your mind. "Let go. Cum for me."

With a cry, you reached your climax, your body shuddering under the force of your orgasm. The pleasure was overwhelming, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you felt Severus's presence enveloping you.

You leaned against the shower wall, trying to catch your breath, the water still pouring over you. The connection with Severus slowly faded, leaving you with a sense of satisfaction and longing.

You knew he had felt everything, shared in your pleasure. The bond between you had grown even stronger, and you couldn't wait to see him again.

Severus's Morning

Severus Snape stirred in his bed, the first light of dawn casting a soft glow through the curtains of his private quarters. He stretched, feeling the familiar comfort of his bed beneath him. As he rolled over, his eyes caught sight of the coin on his bedside table, glowing and vibrating with an intensity that instantly alerted him.

A smirk played at the corner of his lips as he reached for the coin, knowing exactly what it signaled. "You bad little girl," he muttered to himself, his voice a low, approving growl.

The connection between the coin and the necklace he had given you was unmistakable. Severus could feel your arousal, your desire, flowing through the magical link. His mind filled with the thought of you, touching yourself, thinking about him.

Unable to resist, his hand slipped down inside his boxers, finding his own arousal already straining against the fabric. He wrapped his fingers around himself, the sensation heightened by the knowledge of what you were doing.