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Chapter 117*

The next morning dawned with a tension that hung heavily in the air. The silence between you and Severus was thick, every word unspoken weighing down on your heart. You could feel the strain between you, the remnants of last night's conversation still lingering in the back of your mind. As you both moved through your morning routine, it became clear that the unease between you hadn't dissipated.

When it came time for your usual shower together, you hesitated. "I'll go after you," you suggested, your voice carefully measured, trying to avoid another confrontation. But Severus wasn't having it.

"No," he said firmly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at you. "We're showering together, Violet. I'm not letting you avoid this."

His words were final, leaving no room for argument. Despite the lingering resentment you felt, you found yourself unable to resist him. There was a part of you that still craved his touch, still yearned for the closeness you had once shared, and it was this part that guided you into the bathroom with him.

The steam quickly filled the room as the water cascaded down, the heat doing little to ease the tension between you. As Severus stepped under the spray, you kept your distance, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. But he wasn't about to let you slip away so easily.

He turned to you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "Come here," he commanded, his voice low and firm. There was no softness, no gentleness—just pure dominance, a reminder of the power he held over you.

You hesitated for only a moment before stepping toward him, the warmth of the water washing over your skin as you joined him under the spray. He reached out, pulling you close, his hands rough and insistent as they roamed over your body. Despite the anger, the unresolved emotions still simmering beneath the surface, your body responded to his touch, betraying the conflict in your heart.

Severus seemed to sense your resistance, but instead of pushing you away, he only tightened his grip, his lips descending on your neck in a series of slow, deliberate kisses. "You're still upset with me," he murmured against your skin, his voice laced with an edge of knowing satisfaction. "But your body... your body knows what it wants."

You didn't respond, your breath catching in your throat as his hands continued to explore your curves, each touch igniting a spark of desire that you couldn't control. The heat between you was building, the tension transforming into something far more primal, far more dangerous.

Without warning, Severus released you and stepped back, leaving you standing under the water as he moved to the tiled seat built into the shower. He sat down, spreading his legs slightly, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate.

"You're going to help me," he said, his voice low and commanding, "or you're going to watch. But we both know you can't just watch, can you, Violet?"

The challenge in his voice sent a thrill through you, the fire in your belly igniting as you watched him. There was no denying the power he held over you, the way he could turn even the simplest command into something that left you breathless, wanting more.

Your gaze locked with his, the intensity of his stare making your heart race. And then, without a word, you dropped to your knees before him, the water cascading over both of you as you leaned in, taking him into your mouth. The taste of him, the feeling of his hardness against your tongue, sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself surrendering to the moment, to him.

"That's my good girl," he whispered. "You know exactly what I need.. what I want."

Severus let out a low groan, his hand tangling in your wet hair as you worked your mouth over him, each movement drawing a response from him that made you ache with desire. He guided you with gentle but firm pressure, controlling the pace, the rhythm, as he always did.