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Chapter 106*

It's been a couple of days since your father reversed the dark magic inside you, and in that time, Severus has been nothing but gentle and careful with you, almost to the point of overprotectiveness.

He's made sure you rest, taking care of everything so that you don't have to lift a finger. But there's been a noticeable distance, a lack of the usual intimacy between you.

He hasn't touched you in that way since the ritual, and though your muscles still ache and you feel weaker than usual, you find yourself missing him, craving the closeness that you've always shared.

This morning, you wake up to the warmth of Severus's arm draped over you, his body pressed close behind yours.

The comfort of his presence, so familiar and safe, stirs something within you—a longing you've been suppressing, telling yourself you need to heal, to take it slow. But as the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, you find yourself unable to resist.

You push back against him slightly, feeling the firmness of his body, the warmth that radiates from him. It's a small, tentative movement, but it's enough to send a shiver of desire through you.

Severus stirs, his breathing changing as he wakes, becoming aware of your closeness. He shifts slightly, his hand tightening on your hip as he realizes what you're doing. His voice is low, a mixture of grogginess and something deeper as he murmurs against your ear, "What a bad girl you're being, Violet."

There's a thrill that runs through you at his words, the familiar teasing laced with the promise of something more. It's exactly what you've been longing for, what you've missed. You press back against him again, more deliberately this time, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of your nightclothes.

"I've missed you," you whisper, your voice soft but filled with emotion. "I've missed us."

Severus's hand slides up your side, his touch warm and gentle as it traces the curve of your waist. "I've missed you too," he admits, his voice low and rough with desire. "But you need to rest, to heal."

You turn your head slightly, just enough to catch his gaze over your shoulder, your eyes filled with a mixture of need and determination. "I need you, Severus," you say softly, your hand reaching back to touch him, to pull him closer. "Please... just be with me."

He hesitates, torn between his desire for you and his instinct to protect you, to keep you safe. But as you continue to press against him, your need evident in every movement, he finally gives in, his resolve weakening in the face of your plea.

"You're going to be the death of me," he murmurs, a hint of a smile in his voice as he shifts, pulling you closer against him. His lips brush against the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he begins to kiss the sensitive skin there, his hand sliding under your nightgown to caress the softness of your thigh.

You gasp softly at the contact, your body arching back into his touch, the ache in your muscles forgotten in the face of the warmth and need that has been building inside you.

Severus's hands are firm but careful, his touch skilled and familiar as he begins to explore your body, reawakening the desire that has been simmering beneath the surface.

"I'll be gentle," he promises, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. "But you have to tell me if it's too much."

You nod, your breath hitching as his hand moves higher, tracing the curves of your body with a familiarity that sends a wave of heat through you. "Daddy," you murmur, your voice shaky with anticipation. "Give me what I need. What we both need."