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Chapter 139*

The soft, rhythmic patter of rain against the windows fills the room with a serene, almost hypnotic sound. The world outside is cloaked in mist and shadows, but here, in the warm cocoon of the bed, there is only the quiet intimacy between you and Severus.

You're nestled against his chest, your bodies entwined beneath the heavy blankets, the heat of his skin seeping into yours. His scent—a mix of something dark and comforting, like old books and potions—surrounds you, grounding you in the moment.

Severus's arm tightens around you, pulling you closer, as if he can't bear to have even the smallest distance between you. His touch is slow, deliberate, as his hand glides over your body, tracing the curve of your waist, the swell of your hip.

 His fingertips are warm and slightly rough, the evidence of years spent handling potions and casting spells, and they leave a trail of warmth wherever they go, igniting your senses.

His lips press softly against your shoulder, leaving a line of lingering kisses along the curve of your neck and down to your back. The sensation sends a shiver through you, a delicious thrill that builds with each touch. You can feel the quiet intensity in the way he moves, the way his breath fans across your skin, as if he's savoring every inch of you, memorizing the feel of your body against his.

"Do you want me?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against your ear, laced with desire and something deeper, something that speaks of a need beyond the physical. 

His question hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of everything that lies between you—the unspoken emotions, the shared history, the dark nights, and the quiet mornings like this one.

You turn in his arms, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. "Always," you breathe, your voice carrying the depth of your feeling, the certainty that this is where you belong. With him, here, now.

At your words, something shifts in him, a tension that had been coiled tight releasing as his lips find yours. The kiss is deep, passionate, full of a hunger that has been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for this moment.

His mouth moves against yours with a fierce tenderness, his tongue brushing against yours, exploring, claiming, as if he's trying to pour everything he feels into this one connection.

His hands continue their journey over your body, one sliding down to your thigh, pulling you closer, while the other cradles the back of your head, holding you to him as if he never wants to let you go. You can feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, the way his muscles shift under your touch as he moves over you, his desire a palpable force between you.

Severus shifts, settling between your legs with a deliberate slowness that speaks of his intention to savor every moment, every sensation. His weight is comforting, grounding, as he aligns himself with you, the tip of him brushing against your entrance, sending a wave of anticipation through you. He pauses, his dark eyes locked onto yours, searching, waiting for that final confirmation.

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat as you feel him begin to push into you, inch by inch, filling you completely. The stretch is slow, deliberate, every nerve ending sparking to life as he moves deeper, claiming you in a way that feels both familiar and new each time. 

His breath hitches, a low groan escaping his lips as he buries himself inside you, the sound vibrating through your chest, resonating with your own need.

He holds there for a moment, savoring the feel of you wrapped around him, his forehead resting against yours. Then, with a slow, deliberate rhythm, he begins to move, each thrust measured, each pull and push a symphony of sensation that builds with a steady, unrelenting intensity.