The Last Potion

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Ending
No. 2

 

The way his hands
slithered across from one breast to the other made my blood boil and my heart
pound within my chest. My heart was beating with such fierce adrenalin I was
certain he could feel it threatening to burst right out of my chest. I sighed
peacefully as I closed my eyes and lazily dropped my head back onto his chest.
He must have seen that my body was aching for his touch when I relaxed into his
embrace. My chesavedaved and persuaded him to allure me even further into his
perverse seduction.

A moment later I felt him
dip his hand beneath my shirt and coil around the bare skin of my breast. He
squeezed generously, pressing my nipple between his fingers. I couldn’t help
but cry out in satisfaction. Something abounallnally feelings his hot hands
touching me so intimately reminded me of all the times I wished he would have
done this ten years ago.

I used to sit in potions
class watching his hands most of all. He had a remarkable way of moving his
hands. He had beautiful hands, I remember that much. His fingers were always
shifting with such poise I was certain it was an art only he had mastered. And
the way he swooped into the classroom like an overgrown bat made for an
enticing, dramatic entrance. Once he made his appearance every mouth in the
dungeon classroom would close and each pair of eyes would devote their undying
attention to him.

Once every now and then
he’d walk by me, or peer over my shoulder into my cauldron. I’d close my eyes
and take a deep breath, hoping to catch a petty scent of his masculine aroma.
It was then that I wished most of all that he’d reach his hand out to touch my
shoulder or brush against my arm – even if it were on accident.

Oh Merlin, the
disappointment I felt when I failed to attract his attention.

“Ms Sullivan,” he called
irritably, “I’m waiting.” His stern reer ber brought me back to the present and
I remembered just what he was waiting for.

I felt him beginning to
drag his hands away from me. His fingers slithered up along my throat and then
threatened to part from me entirely. “Don’t stop,” I heard myself whisper
uncontrollably.

“I beg your pardon?”
Snape muttered silkily into my ear. “You will have to speak a touch louder than
that, my dear.”

My eyes fluttered closed
again and I released another breath I’d been holding. Then slowly, I reached my
hand up to touch his and clasped my fingers around his wrist to fasten his
touch down against my shoulder. Purposely eluding the solemn expression in his
eyes, I looked straight ahead at all of the buttons lining the middle of his
jacket.

Although I knew I wanted
him indefinitely, there was something keeping me from confirming it again. I
couldn’t muster the strength I needed to tell him to take me. Seventeen years
of built up anxiety had put me at a loss for words. After all this time, my
childhood dream was on the brink of coming true, and all I could do was sit
here like a dummy – probably testing his patience with every passing second.

I could feel the weakness
in my knees spreading throughout the rest of my body, but my eyes finally met
that cold, irate stare of his and I found myself standing up in front of him. I
swallowed hard and then put my hands to his chest.

Professor Snape looked
inquisitively at me, still awaiting my answer. I let his hands slip off my shoulders
and steady at his sides. With his feet still planted firmly on the same spot of
ground, he watched me carefully as I took one more step closer to him.

“I said… don’t stop.” I’d
hardly gathered enough courage to speak as loudly as he wanted me to, but I
could tell by the look in his eyes that he’d heard me very clearly. Then,
before I really knew what I was doing, I neared even closer to him – inching my
way towards his lips.

Professor Snape still
didn’t budge by the time my lips had reached his. I closed my eyes as I softly
pressed a kiss into his thin, pale lips. His mouth was gentle. At first I just
let myself brush against his mouth with my own, then slowly, I felt him respond
to my touch. His mouth opened to me and I could feel him squeezing his hands
around my arms, holding me against him as tight as he could.

There was a sudden
boldness in kisskiss that turned into a deep, passionate embrace and it aroused
me more than I cared to admit. He tongue dipped deliciously into my mouth and
he expertly kissed me in a way no man had ever done before. Just before I ran
out of breath, I helplessly let out a moan that sounded just as aroused as I
felt.

Snape backed his head
away and smiled shrewdly at me. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he questioned.

I looked up into his dark
eyes and nodded my head. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said. “I
suggest you savour it – because the next one will comecome so easily. I may
even decide to make you beg for another.”

There was warning in his
cold, malevolent voice. I suddenly felt as if he intended for this impulsive
affair to include a little bit more than casual sex. I think it may have even
been the anticipation that had my entire body erupting with adrenaline.

If there was one thing I
learned about Professor Snape in seven years, it was that after I thought I’d
seen the worst of his schemes, he always had yet another clever, cunning trick
up his sleeve. If he was as well defined and enthralling in bed as he was in
the classroom, I was in for one memorable expedition.

Even if he never kissed
me again, I didn’t want to lose this opportunity to see the sensual side of
Severus Snape that I dreamed of seeing so many years ago. This was too
delightful an opportunity to pass up. It was obvious that he wanted me to fall
at his feet and beg for him to take me, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy
for him. Perhaps there was something I could do to make him beg for my
kiss. Oh yes… once he thinks he’s got me under his spell, I’ll make him beg for
the intimate touch of this ‘perfectly delightful and extremely desirable
body.’

With newfound strength
and determination, I boldly pressed my hands up against his chest and rubbed
him soothingly. “If you want me, I’m yours to do with as you please. Take me to
your chambers and I’ll see to it that both of our dreams come true.”