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tongue while his hands took her by the hips—hard—and tipped her backward until she
fell to the grass with him on top of her.
"Remus, please," Mia moaned as he pulled away from her mouth to stare down into
her eyes.
His were golden, and for at least a moment, she knew that hers would be amber.
He tore his fingers into the unbelievably tight denim surrounding her arse and
thighs while she simultaneously pulled her blouse over her head. She felt him shiver when
his hands touched her bare skin. He grinned as he removed each and every last scrap of
fabric from her form, leaving himself fully clothed in the process.
Mia looked up at him eagerly, and despite his golden eyes, the growl in his throat,
and his flaring nostrils—all the obvious signs that the wizard shifting above her was more
Moony than Remus—she felt safe. She tried to reach for him, but he smacked her hands
away as he undid his own buckle, taking full control as he pulled his cock free of his
trousers.
Fix me, she thought with tears in her eyes.
With no preparation or warning, Remus sheathed himself inside of her to the hilt,
and Mia cried out at the intrusion that caused a lustful mixture of pain and pleasure to
churn inside of her body.
She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the moment, ignoring the fact that she
was doing exactly what she had always accused Sirius of doing—using sex as a way to
distract from pain and hurt. Despite the fact that her body was growing tenser with every
thrust, Mia tried to relax into Remus's hands—though his grip was so tight, she knew she
would be bruised come morning.
There was nothing but the two of them, the sky, and the earth. Remus was rarely
one to speak during sex, especially this close to the moon when he offered her his primal
grunts and growls, but between her own gasps and building moans of ecstasy, she heard
him lace words between each thrust―"tight," and "wet," and "deep,"—and a very
possessive tone when he groaned out, "Ours."
He hitched her leg over his hip and the new angle let him drive deeper, hit harder.
When he bottomed out inside of her, Mia fell over the edge.
She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh, wrapping her legs tightly
around his waist, and holding him against her, bringing him down quickly in the aftermath