Chapter One
Chapter One
“Potter… We can’t keep doing this. We have to stop,” she says, right after Apparating into his newly-purchased flat in Muggle London. He tugs at her formal robes and they fall to the floor of his living room with a silken whisper. Harry makes quick work of her blouse next, pulling it over her head without unbuttoning it.
“We don’t have to stop,” murmurs Harry as he presses hot kisses to the column of her throat. She lets out a small gasp and that seems to escalate his tender ministrations. He grinds himself against her core, squeezing her pert buttocks and lifting her so that he can reach the swell of her breast with his lips.
She moans as his teeth nip her left breast, over her heart. She opens her legs wider to wrap them more securely around Harry’s hips. The tip of his shaft is prodding her wet knickers through the material of his trousers now, and she licks her lips in anticipation. Harry’s emerald eyes flash at the sight, and their tongues are entwined in the next second. Lust, and a hint of desperation flavour their passion. Her skirt is bunched up at her waist, and her wand sticks out from the pocket. Harry takes hold of it and whispers a spell to banish all their clothing to somewhere in his flat.
With no more fabric in his way, he thrusts hard into her wet and waiting core. She lets out a soft cry as he fills her with his length, so hot, so thick. They pause, panting. They’ve made it to the kitchen so far. Harry has his upper back against the kitchen wall, bracing some of his weight as he holds her tightly to him. He grins and starts walking to his bedroom with her curled around him, her arms splayed over his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist. She sucks and bites at his neck, marking his skin with her demands for more, more, more as she tries to angle her clit to rub against him though his dick is already in her. She sucks hard at that sensitive spot behind his ear, and he nearly comes undone.
Harry grunts, and she smiles against his collarbone, planting a kiss on the edge of it before she shifts to lift herself a little higher along his length, and lets gravity pull her down, rocking them both. She’s timed it well, and they fall onto the bed when Harry’s knees buckle.
“Hhngh!” The fall makes her walls clench around him, sending tingles of hot pleasure through them from the point of their connection.
“Is that all you got, Potter?” She takes his glasses off his face and puts them on her own nose with a playful smirk.
Harry erases her smirk with a tweak of her nipples. She squeals in surprise, dropping his glasses somewhere on the bed, then moans when he caresses her right nipple with his tongue. He pinches her left nipple, and his other hand snakes down to her clit. She writhes beneath him, her body alight with the need for him to fuck her into the mattress. He pulls out, and she whines in protest. Her walls clench on nothing and she lifts her hips, trying to sheath him in her folds again.
Harry chuckles, and she gives him a little growl, frowning at him.
Then he plunges two fingers inside of her, rubbing hard at that spot inside of her as he continues flicking her clit in a circular motion. She arches off the bed as the pleasure builds and builds, letting out a cry as she cums from his fingering.
It’s Harry’s turn to smirk. “Is that all you got?”
She swats weakly at him, still boneless from her orgasm. “Fuck you. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll need another pair of glasses.”
Harry props his head on his arm and grins down at her as he licks her juices from his fingers.
She sucks in a breath and springs up to push him down on the bed.
She smiles wickedly as she trails her perfectly manicured nails down the length of his side, and his body responds with a shiver. Emerald eyes lock with sapphire ones. His breathing grows short. She hasn’t touched his most sensitive part properly yet. She teases him with her nails, scratching lightly at the skin near his erection, drawing lines along his balls, then pulling up and tickling his bare tip with the ghost of a touch. His cock jerks and twitches in anticipation of more, seeking friction that doesn’t come.
“Uh-uh.”
She leans over him, running her fingers through his hair as she kisses him deeply, and he returns her kiss hungrily, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She tastes herself on his tongue, and it excites her further. She lowers her body a little more, just enough to rub her nipples gently, sensuously, against his chest as they kiss. Harry moans into her mouth. He’s the one lifting his hips this time, trying to bury himself in her before he explodes from all the stimulation. She slides a few inches down his body and lines up her core with his length, then begins the delicious torture of moving her slick cunt up and down his shaft, keeping just out of reach of his tip so he cannot thrust into her. She leans back slightly to look down at him and admire her handiwork.
Harry groans through his clenched jaw and grabs her hips, his fingers digging hard into her flesh. He’s this close to losing his mind when she finally pushes him inside her.
“Fuuuuck.”
Harry screws his eyes shut in rapture. It takes just two seconds for his control to snap, and he is flipping her on her back. She giggles as she hits the mattress.
“You drive me crazy, witch.”
He goes hard and fast after that, pounding into her with powerful snaps of his hips. She cries out in pleasure as wave after wave of sensation, of their combined exertions, ripple throughout their bodies. She can do nothing but hang on as he loses himself in her, thrusting deep into her and releasing his seed in a white-hot explosion of lust.
He sags above her, spent. They shift in bed to lie on their sides, with Harry still hard inside of her. She turns her head to give him a kiss on his chin.
“I’ll give you an O for Outstanding.”
Harry chuckles tiredly before curling his arms around her and pulling her closer. After a few minutes of cuddling, he’s softened enough that he slips out of her. Some of his seed leaks from her cunt, but they are too tired to grab their wands and get cleaned up.
“Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands. I can fondle them all day.” He traces lazy patterns on her skin.
She pushes her sweaty brown hair off her forehead and huffs.
“I’m sure you have plenty more things to do other than me during the day, O Saviour of the Wizarding World.”
He kisses the shell of her ear.
“I can do much more if you move in with me.”
She is quiet for a long five seconds. She didn’t want to have to tell him this way.
“My family found me a match. In Germany.”
Harry stiffens. “You don’t have to marry him.”
“I… I have to. It’s what I’ve been preparing for all of my life.”
“Pureblood traditions are outdated and it doesn’t make sense to keep following them in this day and age.” He speaks with certainty, but there is an undercurrent of sadness, of pleading with her to agree with him.
“Harry, you know the state my family is in. It’s not just tradition. My family needs this marriage between the noble houses. I can’t…” Her voice breaks.
“I lov—”
“Don’t say it, Harry, please. Don’t make it harder for us.” Tears well up in her eyes.
Harry brushes her tears away tenderly with his thumbs. “To hell with the rest of them. Stay with me. Choose me.”
“Harry… Let’s talk about it next time, okay? Let’s just go to sleep.”
She is gone in the morning when he wakes up.