Burning

Part Two

A/N:  This is just pure smut, since it’s their bonding night, and a little plot at the end in case I decide to continue this story.

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Henrietta began pulling at the hem of Kingsley’s shirt. She had waited so long. She needed to feel Kingsley’s skin under her fingertips. She worked at the buttons of his shirt, and slid it off him.

She looked at his defined abs for mere seconds before she was pulled back into his arms. Her hands ran over the muscles of his back as he kissed her neck. His name fell from her lips in a moan, a desperate plea that had him losing his senses.

“This has to go,” Kingsley pleaded, plucking at the fabric of her gown.

Henrietta gave him a teasing smirk as she stood to her feet, and rounded the desk, further away from him. She worked her hands behind her, fiddling with the zipper as she kept his gaze. She slowly began to work it down as Kingsley looked at her, his eyes aflame.

“You know Kingsley, if you’re considering a Marriage Law, you really need to set a good example.”

Her crimson gown hit the floor, and Henrietta stepped out of it. She was left in a red lace lingerie set, and her black stilettos. The strapless bra and red thong had Kingsley’s mouth watering. He needed to taste her.

“Meaning?” He asked, walking towards her slowly.

“You need the birth rate to pick up?”

He stopped in his steps. His eyes locked onto hers.

“Yes.”

“Then we should start trying right away.”

She had that smirk back on her face. The one that made him forget how to think.

“You want to give me an Heir?”

She nodded, batting her eyes demurely.

Kingsley groaned as he strode towards her. She was driving him insane. He pulled her into his arms, and consumed her in a kiss. He let his hands roam over her skin, cherishing how she mewled and curled around him.

He grabbed her ass in his large hand, and she hitched one leg up around him instinctively. He grabbed the other and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. He brushed a thumb over her nipple, and she pressed harder against him.

“Etta,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes Kings?”

“I can’t hold back anymore. Are you ready?”

She nodded her head, placing hurried kisses on his shoulders. Kingsley closed his eyes, and focused, as did Etta. He listened to the beat of his heart, to the thrum of his magic. He located a strand of it in his core, pure and golden, and focused on pushing it into Henrietta, still held in his arms.

Henrietta did the same, and gasped at the feeling of the exchange. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Kingsley’s magic enter her magical core. Kingsley stumbled towards his desk, overwhelmed by the bonding magic.

He opened his eyes a few seconds later. Henrietta’s green eyes were sparkling up at him. She was sitting on the edge of his desk. They were bonded now. It would be recorded by the Ministry, and all over the paper’s by the morning, but tonight belonged to them alone.

“Lay back,” Kingsley ordered.

"Why?" Henrietta smiled challengingly as she leaned back on the heels of her hands.