It all started with a book ... ...

The main event.

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Missing chapter is back!

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He is gone!

Hello, little werewolf. Come back. NOW!

You slump back against the cushions and wonder why exactly Remus just jumped out of bed and through the door with only his boxers on. Within a few seconds, your brain has gone through every possible explanation from needing the loo urgently, right down to some twisted government conspiracy. Quite remarkable what your heated brain can come up with. And utter crap, too.

You are relieved when he suddenly stands in the doorframe with a handsome smile on his face and quite an impressive bulge in his knickers. At least he wasn’t planning on stopping.

“Here, have some chocolate.” He says while crouching next to the bed. Faintly reminds you of an animal. “It will help you. Haven’t eaten much today, eh?”

You hate it when other people notice one of your faults and still taunt you about it. Maybe you will make an exception for Remus though. Considering what he has done. And what he is about to do … he is redeemed.

He pops a piece of chocolate into your mouth and you take it gratefully, along with his finger. Then you suck hard.

A flash of desire and need flashes over his clouded features, but otherwise he does not respond.

He pulls his arm free and rests both of then on his knees. While sitting on his heels and balancing his body on the front part of the sole of his foot, he looks at you intently. All you can do is moan. Merlin, even the way this wizard sits makes you even more turned on than you already are.

When you find you voice again - I was hiding in a dark corner – you address him.

“You know what they say about chocolate and men?”

He shakes his head and drops another piece into your mouth, forestalling your intention by quickly moving his fingers to caress your jaw line and neck. Every time you swallow some of the dissolved chocolate, he gently strokes down the front of your throat. Eventually they trail lower.

“What do they say?” His voice is so dark and smooth, just like the chocolate. He is gently running his fingers along the underside of your breast. He doesn’t look up when he speaks. Seems too preoccupied with studying your nipples contract to taut little buds.

“They are alike. Sweet. Smooth and they usually head right for your hips.”

He finally dislodges his intent gaze and looks at you with a feral glint in his eyes. They are almost completely golden now.

Unintentionally, you arch your hips off the bed slightly while you can feel the heat streaming from his body. It enters yours and heads right between your legs where it is altered into fluid which leaves your body again. Ah, another circle of life. And all from a mere look.

He stands gracefully and slowly pulls his boxers down. As more and more of his delicious body is exposed, you can’t take his slowness anymore. With a loud groan, you twist onto your stomach but turn your head to look at him again.

He is finally divested of any clothing. And he is beautiful. His strong yet subtle body, his tanned skin with dark blonde hair, his golden eyes. And, oh Merlin. His erection. Magnificent and demanding. For you.

If he won’t move soon, you can already see getting yourself off. In front of him or not, it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Nothing but the feelings inside of you and this wonderful, exquisite man that just stands and watches every move and sound you make in your frustration. Must have learnt how to control himself the hard way. Unlike you.

In the blink of an eye, he is on the bed, kissing the sensitive hollow at the bottom of your back. His fingers are gently running up your spine, over your shoulder blades and finally tangle in your hair. You turn towards him and attack his mouth hungrily. In return, you get the same ferociousness and you can feel his excitement along with your own. It is slowly filling the room and demanding for release.

He pushes you onto your back. His movement is gentle but somehow seems restrained. He spreads your legs with one knee and quickly positions himself in between them. The tip of his erection pushes against and finally into you. Slowly, excruciating slowly and carefully, he brings himself deeper into your body.

Feeling your body loosen and stretch, you relax back and bring your legs up next to his hips. The bed now under your feet, you push your hips upward and take him in completely.

He stops all movement and you can feel his hot breath on your neck. Then, he starts kissing you there while slowly pulling himself back out. When he reaches your lips, his tongue thrusts into your mouth and simultaneously his lower body pushes you deep into the mattress.

Sweet Circe. He fills your body so perfectly. Feeling him deep inside while gazing into his soft eyes, you feel like you have known this wizard forever.

Languidly his hips start the movement all over again and settle into a constant rhythm. Whenever he pulls out, you feel lost, only to be overwhelmed by the feeling of him pushing back deep inside again. He caresses every nerve that you feel you own and when he bends down to capture a nipple between his teeth you moan against his head.

He has most of his weight on his lower arms, which are next to your body. You can see the muscles in them spasm, fighting a fierce battle against his mind.

Placing your hands on his lower back, you whisper to him.

“Remus.” He brings his face to hover over yours and you continue softly, lovingly, “shed the sheep-skin. Let the wolf out.” You pull him closer with your hands and add, “I am not afraid of you.” You underline your point by tightening your inner muscles around him.

A growl deep in his throat, accompanied with a predatory look in his eyes lets you know that that was the right thing to say. Indeed. You can feel the heavy burden being removed from his shoulders when he finally gives in to his urges.

All slowness forgotten, he begins to plunge into you harder and faster with each one of his thrusts. His hands move to your hips and align them differently. And ah, now he reaches that one spot whenever he pulls out and you are sobbing and screaming but no words come out. Your body has an overload of feelings to interpret and you aren’t sure if it is pain or pleasure anymore. Or simply pleasurable pain.

Again, it seems irrelevant because you can feel a climax building once more, this time originating even further inside your body than before.

You arch into him and his pounding increases to an inhuman force that has you squirming and moaning. He moves your legs over his arms and with the new angle, he moves in further than before. His hand trails between your joined bodies and a simple flick - no swish required - is your undoing. Gasping when the pressure inside you is set free, you can feel the orgasm unravel and run through your body again and again.

Almost every muscle in your body starts to spasm and recoil while no air enters your lungs and your mind turns blank. Except for the amazing feeling that seems to be suspended in time, until you loose the grip on it and finally you are coming down from the earth shattering orgasm you just experienced.

At this moment, you can feel Remus’ climax hitting him and with a untamed growl he comes, deep inside of you. His hands are digging into your hips, crushing them to his body in an attempt to get you even closer than you already are. He falls onto your body and into your waiting arms.

Heavy panting is filling the room from both your laboured breaths and for a few moments, nothing moves but the hot air that has consumed the room.

You are stroking his hair gently, his head placed between your breasts.

Without looking up, he starts mumbling softly, “Think I lost control back there. Happens sometimes.”

Is he apologising? For what?? Bringing you to your most intense orgasm ever? Something seems a bit warped in this little wolfs mind. You knew very well what you were releasing when you addressed him earlier. The little paragraph you actually read in the library before coming here, was very interesting indeed.

“I don’t want you to be sorry.”

“What is it that you want of me, then?” He asks, while cradling your head in his hands and looking deeply into your eyes.

“To promise me to do it again.”

The mischief is back in his eyes. Although the corners of his mouth are twitching; he is suppressing a smile. Rolling your eyes theatrically, you continue, “okay, now is the time for that smug smile. Think it will suit you much better after what you just did.”

He chuckles and pulls you into a deep kiss. While languidly running his hands up and down the side of your body he whispers.

“I promise.”

A very smug smile is gracing his lips.


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