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Whispers from the Past, ch. 34

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Voldemort laid her gently on the bed, her head landing back on velvet covered pillows. Before he could pull away, Harmony wrapped an arm around his neck, keeping his face close. She gazed deeply into his eyes before pressing her lips onto his. Gently at first, only to grow more insistent.

Voldemort gave a small moan, and his lips parted slightly. The tip of his warm tongue ran over her plump  bottom lip. The second Harmony parted her own lips, he forced his tongue deep inside her with such an earnestness she wasn't expecting. Harmony gave a small squeal of surprise, which seemed to excite him even further. He pressed his mouth harder until he had her pinned back down on the pillows. Her greedy hands roved down his body, admiring the strength of his shoulders, his naked chest, the ripple of his toned abs. His skin was soft and slightly damp with sweat, like her own. The temperature within the tent had suddenly risen, but Harmony didn't think it was the fire to blame. Her hands, still heading south, touched something very hard and thick.

Instinctually, her fingers wound around it in a firm hold. Voldemort groaned and it grew even harder. Her eyes popped open and she gasped, snatching her hand back once she suddenly realized what she'd been touching.

Voldemort reclaimed his tongue and pulled away to meet her gaze. Her face had gone hot and red. He chuckled at the sight of it.

"My darling, you are not going shy on me, are you?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered, embarrassed. "It's just that I've never touched you before, down there. Was that alright?"

Unabashed, Voldemort slid his undergarments down his hips, farther and farther, until he was completely bare in front of her. Harmony fought to keep her eyes on his and failed miserably. Her gaze flickered down to take in the sight of him. He took her hand and guided it back to where it was. His voice was deep and husky with desire as he said, "Alright? I encourage it."

Biting her bottom lip, Harmony encased his member in her hand again, one finger at a time, holding firm but not too tight. Her eyes cast up to Voldemort, watching his reaction closely. His Adams's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He was still standing beside the bed but now his knees weakened at her touch and he grabbed hold of the night table to keep himself steady.

His hips inched forward gently, and then away, and forward again, so that her hand caressed the full length of him. His eyelids eased closed as he increased his speed. His gentle movements turned fervent and hungry.
Harmony watched him, fascinated that the mere touch from her could send his desire spiraling. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it a bit too well, and much to his dismay Harmony released her hold on him. His eyes popped open like waking from a trance. He was breathing heavy, watching her very closely as she sat up in bed, took the hem of her underclothes and lifted it up and over her head. She tossed it aside, bare-breasted, and now all she wore was a thin piece of underwear.

Like a beast released from its cage, Voldemort leapt onto the bed and tackled her. Harmony laughed, wrapping her arms and legs around him. The weight of him pressed her firmly into the bed. He playfully nipped at her neck with his teeth, eliciting more giggles from her.

"And how about you, my Lady," he moaned against the delicate skin by her ear. "Would it be alright if I...returned the favor?" His long fingers followed a trail down her stomach to slip beneath her underpants.

For a flicker of a moment, Harmony tensed. An uninviting image of Barty appeared in her mind. They were back on the boat at Menkar asylum harbor. The Death Eater had her pinned on the bed, his grubby hands ravaging her skin, his fingers violently tugging at her underwear, itching to thrust inside her.

Snapping back to reality, Harmony noticed Voldemort's fingers paused where they were. He must have sensed her unease. He hitched up on his elbows to look down at her questioningly.