Luminescent

She broke apart from him in an instant and uncertainly untangled her hands from his.



“It was you,” she said softly without question. The fire roared and the faint smoky blue mist that had encompassed the room spun tornado-like back into the cauldron. The almost violent wind of the funnel first snuffed out the blazing flame and then, just as it had earlier in her room, the candles flickered wildly before burning completely out, leaving them in total darkness. The spell had been broken.



She rose from the sofa and headed for the door, confused by both the darkness and the emotions running through her. She reached for her wand, looking for a way to light the room once more and felt it slip through her fingers and fall to the floor. She let out a soft gasp of frustration before she felt him move close behind her.



With a silent flick of his wrist the candles in the room relit, and she watched as the shadows on the wall played tricks on her eyes, casting their figures as one on the wall before her. She felt him brush up against her and gently place his hands upon her hips; nothing separated her bare skin from the electricity of his touch but the thin fabric of her robe.



He ran his hands up her body, over her hips and her belly before skimming them slowly over her breasts as she let out a muted sigh. It was music to his ears, the sound that emanated from her. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered her first name, something she had never heard him do before. The way it sounded rolling off his tongue, the way it lingered in the thick air between them threatened to push her over the edge, as did the unbearable way he dragged those lips over the delicate skin of her neck. She instinctively untangled her fingers from his and brought her hands up behind her to thread them in his long dark hair. She turned her head slightly to watch him devour her, thinking that he looked almost like a vampire in the way that he moved.





She could stand it no more and wretched his lips up towards hers in a manner not like herself at all. Though the spell he had earlier cast was indeed broken, she felt as if she was still under his command. She wanted nothing else, knew nothing else at this moment but him and his lips; his kiss became the very air she breathed. His surprisingly soft lips felt like silk against hers, smooth and felt as if they molded to her own perfectly, as if his and hers were cast from a single mold. And if his lips felt like silk then the tongue that slipped snakelike past hers was like the smoothest velvet, its caress soft yet certain. It crossed her mind at that moment that she was not the first girl to wander the castle in the dead of the night, desperate for him, nor could she be the first girl to have succumbed to his harshly delicious kiss.







His nimble fingers continued to make their way up her body and he drew his lips away from hers only when he reached the ties that held the garment over her frame. He pulled on the loose string and slid the fabric back slowly to first expose her shoulders before it dropped to her feet, leaving all of her bare before him. She shuddered , though he knew not if from the cool air of the dungeon or from the vulnerable position she seemed to be in. He took his wand from his pocket and pointed it in the direction of the fire. Soon the room was once again bathed in shades of orange and red and the warmth quickly began to creep over her body.



He walked slowly around to face her, half expecting her to be shy, to be looking at the floor, at the fire, anywhere but at him. Yet look at him she did with her green eyes, the color born only by a powerful witch, the very thing that drew him to her years ago. This time it was he who felt as if his soul were invaded. He did not falter nor did he shut her out. His soul was hers to search.





She continued to stare into his eyes as she began to undress him, starting with the buttons on his high cut vest. She did not look away, she could not look away. The things she saw in him intrigued her and frightened her. She saw hurt, fury, sorrow, and yes, others, countless, nameless others who had come before her; others who had been lured by him, dominated by him.



“How many others?” she questioned as she finished with the vest and pushed it down off of his arms and onto the floor.



“It is not your concern.” he replied, with a hint of surprise that she had asked.



“What did you do to them?” she asked before starting on the buttons of his soft white linen shirt. “What became of them?”



“Nothing they did not enjoy,” he answered, amused at her queries. “And they went on with their lives as I clearly have with mine.”



“And what will you do with me?” She continued softly, seductively with her line of questions as she dropped to her knees and slid his pants of off his lithe body.



He drew her back up to him slowly and spoke in such a way that there would be no misunderstanding between them. “I will do with you only what you want me to.” He uttered each word in a painfully slow and drawn out manner as he pushed her with his body, over towards the bed. “ I will make you moan. Beg. Shudder. Plead. Cry out in utter ecstasy.” He ended by pressing her body down onto the bed with his own and stifling any more questions she may have had with another kiss, this one darker, full of the venom that he could not help but have.



She felt a force take over her body, an urgent surge of desire. She drew her hands up to him, under the unbuttoned shirt that hung loosely on his body and raked her nails down his back, sure that she would draw blood. She met each twist of his tongue with one of her own and threw her legs up around his hips using their strength to pull him in closer to her, to grind up against her. The heat she felt between her legs grew stronger as she felt him hard against her.





It took every ounce of his willpower not to sheath himself inside of her right then. The spell that he had earlier cast upon her, the effects of which he knew still lingered about her, seemed to have taken him over as well. He felt he must have her, taste of her flesh. He slithered down her body in his snakelike way until stopping at the delicate folds of skin between her thighs. He looked up to see her close her eyes in anticipation of what was to come.





“Open your eyes!” he said in a commanding voice before darting his tongue out to taste her.



She let out a whimper at the intimate contact. He caught her rounded bottom with his hands pulling her closer to him, the smell of her and taste of her surrounding his senses. One taste was simply not enough, and what at first was a hesitant, curious probing had quickly turned into a feast of flesh. Soon her hands were once again tangled in his dark hair, intermittently pulling and pushing him in a guided direction. He felt her body shudder as she succumbed to his ministrations, the first waves of passion crashing down over her.





He removed his lips from her and once again slid his way back up her trembling body. He positioned himself at her slick opening and guided himself inside of her in an excruciatingly slow manner, aware that this would intensify the cresting passion overtaking her.



She whimpered. She begged. She cried out in utter ecstasy, just as he said she would. She felt him move inside of her slowly, with long, smooth strokes that one could only learn from years of experience. He was as good a lover as he was a Potions Master; everything was measured and precise; every ingredient was necessary yet surprising. She listened to him, felt him, and became one with him. She looked up at him, moved a stray lock of hair out of his eyes and said his name.





“Severus,” she said. It was a name, a mere word, yet gliding off of her lips, it sounded like it came from the Heavens above, if there were such a thing.



“Say…Say it…Again…” He sputtered breathlessly and say it again she did, once more and yet again. He was buried deep inside of her, one of her legs up alongside his shoulder and his hands on her behind allowing him the utmost amount of control. His movements quickened and his nails dug into the delicate skin of her bottom. Her body responded to this new rhythm with forceful thrusts of her own hips that only served to make him mark her more. She dragged her own nails once again over the welts she had earlier carved into his back, and clawed at them violently. She felt him tense up above her just as she felt the now familiar waves of pleasure start to crash down around her. With one final, brutal thrust he came, her name leaving his lips in such a way that it would forever stain her soul.