𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || Severus Snape x Reader ||

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"Do you know what that is?" His voice was low, like velvet dragged across glass.

"A blade," you whispered, the word trembling in the air between you.

The candlelight flickered, catching on the silver edge as Snape turned it slowly in his hand, eyes never leaving yours.

He slowly approached you, his hand gently lifting your chin. When your eyes met his, the candlelight danced in them, revealing a hunger that made your heart race. Fear tingled through you as the blade drew closer to your face.

You instinctively wanted to close your eyes, but Severus seemed to read your thoughts. In a low, charged voice, he murmured, "No, look at me, darling. I want to see what I do to you."

The blade nicked your lip, and tiny drops of blood welled up, but pain didn't follow-only a sharp, intoxicating desire. You wanted more.

Severus leaned in, his lips brushing yours as he licked the blood away.

"Please," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Please, what?" he asked, still close enough to feel your breath.

"Please... fuck me," you admitted, your excitement raw and urgent.

A faint, amused smile touched his lips, but his eyes burned with renewed intensity. "Oh, I will, darling," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "But only when you truly deserve it."

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