Echoes of the Past

Chapter 12(☯︎)

Chapter Twelve: The Lingering Touch & Sinful Sounds

The next day Harry walked the empty corridors of Hogwarts, his mind occupied by the memory of the kiss he'd shared with Lyra. The warmth of her lips, the softness of her skin—everything about the moment had left him breathless and wanting more.

What is it about her that drives me so wild?Harry thought, his steps quickening as he replayed the kiss in his mind. The way she looks at me, that defiant glint in her eye—it's like a challenge I can't resist. And when she's close, there's something... electrifying about her presence.

As he rounded a corner, he saw Lyra standing near an alcove, her back to him as she gazed out of a nearby window. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, his thoughts shifting to a more primal level of desire.

Her confidence, the way she carries herself... it's all so intoxicating. When I kiss her, it's not just about the kiss. It's about every bit of her—her scent, her body pressed against mine. I can't deny it. I want her more than I've wanted anyone before.

Harry approached her slowly, his movements deliberate as he reached her side. The sight of her there, bathed in the soft light filtering through the window, only intensified his desire. He could feel his pulse quicken, his body reacting to the mere presence of her.

Lyra turned to face him, her expression a mix of curiosity and something softer, more vulnerable. Harry let his eyes roam over her, taking in the light that highlighted the curve of her neck, the delicate line of her jaw.

Without a word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You know you this way of driving me absolutely crazy," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Lyra shivered, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch. Harry's lips traveled slowly down her neck, planting soft, teasing kisses that made her breath hitch. The sensation of his lips against her skin was both thrilling and intimate, sparking a rush of warmth to spread through her.

As his kisses grew more insistent, trailing down to the curve of her shoulder, Harry felt a deep primal urge to possess and protect her. The connection between them was undeniable, and he couldn't help but revel in the intimacy of the moment.

Lyra's hand found its way to his hair, fingers tangling in his curls as she guided him closer. "Harry," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and vulnerability.

He looks up to her, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm here," he said softly. "Just tell me what you need."

Lyra's gaze met his, her expression a mixture of longing and affection. "I need you, baby." she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Harry obliged, pulling her into a tighter embrace, his kisses becoming more passionate as he lost himself in the moment. The world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them wrapped in an intense, connection.

As their kiss deepened, Lyra felt like she was drowning in Harry's embrace, the warmth of his body and the intensity of his emotions overwhelming her senses. She clung to him, her fingers twisting in his hair as she poured all her feelings into the kiss

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Harry's hands gripped Lyra's waist, holding her in place as he pressed himself against her from behind. She leaned against the pillar, her arms braced against it as he lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties.

Harry but his bottom lip letting out a small "fuck" as he slid his finger up and down her glistening pussy. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants along with his boxers freeing his dick.

He spit on his hand and began stroking his dick as he slid a finger into Lyra's pussy gaining a soft moan. "Harry," Lyra whimpered gripping the pillar. Harry smirked at her face, her eyebrows were frowned as her mouth was slightly open letting small moans escape her lips.

Harry's fingers worked their magic, sliding in and out of Lyra's wetness as she moaned louder. He spit on his hands again, clicking himself up before replacing his finger with the tip of his dick.

Harry slowly slid into her, his hands tightened on her waist as she gasped and pushed back against him. "You're so tight," he hissed, his voice low and gravelly. He began to move inside her, hips snapping forward he gradually increased his pace.

Lyra's breath hitched as he sped up, his movement becoming more urgent and intense. "Harder, Harry." she moaned, her voice muffled against the pillar. He obliged, his hips slamming into her with each thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the hall.

Harry's hands migrated to Lyra's backside, gripping and spreading the cheeks as he buried himself deeper inside her. His breathing became heavier, his grunts punctuating the rhythm of their movement. Lyra's fingers curled around the edge of the pillar, her knuckles turning white from the strain.

Harry's grip around her neck tightened, cutting off her airway as he slammed into her with all his strength. Spittle flew from his lips as he snarled, "You like that, you dirty little slut?"

Lyra's eyes bulged as she struggled to breathe, her moans turning into gurgling noises as Harry's hand squeezed her throat. "Fuck...fuck...yes..." she managed to choke out, her free hand reaching back to grab at her hair.

Without warning, Harry spun Lyra around, pressing her back against the wall as he continued to choke her. He let go of her neck and lifted her legs up, hooking them over his arms, and plunged back into her, his pace frenzied as he pounded into her.

With a final, brutal thrust, Harry buried himself deep inside Lyra as he found his release. He threw his head back, face contorted in pleasure as he growled, "I'm going to come inside you, Lyra. You're going to take it all, aren't you?"

Lyra's vision began to blur as Harry's orgasm triggered her own. She cried out, her body shaking as she came hard around him, her inner walls clenching and unclenching in rythematic spasms. "Yes...fuck...I'm cumming...fill me up."

After she finished, Harry gently released Lyra's throat, allowing her to catch her breath. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as he stroked her hair. Once she was calm, he did a spell to clean themselves up. He then held her up and carried her, taking her to her dorm.