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as he swooped in, stealing the words from her mouth and the breath from her lungs as he
covered her lips with his own.
With his hands on her waist, Sirius lifted and slammed her body up against the stone
wall behind her. He ravished her mouth almost violently, all lips, tongues, and teeth,
drinking in every bit of her. A part of him worried that the lingering drops of Veritaserum
on her tongue, mingled with his own, would force him to confess his deepest secrets to
her. Confess that he loved her, that she terrified him. Confess that he was worried she
would be used against him by his family. Confess that it was painful not to touch her—to
taste her at every waking opportunity.
When she moaned his name and bit his lower lip hard enough that he tasted blood,
he was reminded of who he was: Sirius Orion Black. Sirius Black, who was selfish,
impulsive, reckless, and greedy, and damn the consequences! He needed the girl to know what
she was doing to him and everything that he wanted to do to her.
Frantically, his hands skimmed down her ribs and over her lower back to her arse,
lifting her hips upward. He pushed himself between her thighs and let them wrap around
his waist. Breaking his territorial marking on her lips, he gently pressed kisses to her neck
as he tilted his hips forward, pressing his erection against her.
"Do you see what you do to me?"
She whimpered in reply, raking her nails over his scalp. She took hold of his hair
and tugged, trying to pull him back to her lips, but Sirius resisted. The harder she pulled,
the tighter he gripped her hips, and the harder he ground himself against her.
He let a hand wander away from her side, over her bare thigh, pushing the hem of
her skirt up around her hip as he drew patterns across her skin, watching with egotistical
amusement as her lips parted, holding her breath, waiting for him to keep going.
Snaking his fingers beneath the edge of her knickers, Sirius groaned and rested his
forehead against her collarbone, breathing down against the lush skin of her breasts, which
he was desperate to see, but lacked the additional hands necessary to divest her of her
clothing without leaving her untouched.
Stroking his index finger softly over her slit, he marvelled at the silky wetness that
coated his fingertip. "Tell me, kitten," he said with a low, gravelly voice, pulling away and
pressing his forehead against hers to stare deeply into her eyes. "Is this for Remus or me?"