faintinglights
"Did you really..." The rest of the sentence remained unspoken on those slightly swollen, pink lips as long, dark lashes made contact with his cheek, slowly lowering his gaze, until he was able to look me straight into the eye. Breathtakingly beautiful green eyes caused my breath to hitch in my throat and my heartbeat to quicken.
"... don't even consider the thought..." again, his words faded until I couldn't hear them any longer, big, warm hands now slowly trailing up my spine distracting me from the fact that those full, pink lips now hovered only one millimetre over mine, so close to touching them.
"...of being with me?"
The only thing I could think of was his lips almost touching mine, my back arched under his touch, his fingers leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. My longing for him increased and I didn't know if I could resist him any longer.
Sophie has always had this strong inner longing for something.
Though she never knew what it was.
Now she was sure she desired Harry.
She desired him in all the ways she couldn't have him.