ϟ Yer a Wizard, Harry

Her hands were back on his shoulders, her nervousness increased as her eyes found his. Unspoken devotion, promises and love poured in their soft caresses. With his hands holding her by the hips, she readjusted her legs to be wrapped around his waist, shaking already at the idea of what to do next. Following her instincts, slowly, she lowered herself onto him, and she moaned into his mouth as he slid inside of her, just a little. She stopped, trying to get used to their new connection.

Coherent thoughts flew out the window and, in one movement, the connection went deeper. It hurt. Her body tensed and she let out a gasp. Her eyes widened, there wasn’t enough air to fill her lungs, and she could feel him in every cell of her body. Their heartbeats echoed inside their chests, creating a new melody.

And now she was his, only his. Nothing could ever take that moment back, and no one would ever make her feel like if there was a star growing inside her body, illuminating her world. Only him, her chosen one.

The feel of her surrounding her was indescribable, she completely sheathed him in an embrace tighter and more pleasurable than he could ever imagine. Harry hadn’t thought how brilliant an idea it was for her to ride astride, for if their positions were flipped, he didn’t know on what sort of willpower he would have to draw in order not to move to the roaring bellow that had his hips clamouring to drive into her wet heat.

It was her gasp and a sudden tension in all of her body that had him stilling, the only sound and movement between them was the thudding of their hearts. His own gasp at being do enveloped by her echoed her own, her name but a whisper on her lips.

“I love you,” he said, his deep pools of green gazing with ardent emotion for this girl he once thought of as foe.

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