the_debt_of_time

He chuckled when she refused to answer. She was always so defiant—never the one
to be bossed around. He wanted the answer she refused to give but relented in hearing it
for himself when she mewled as he stroked the pad of his thumb upward, circling her
swollen and soaking nub of nerves.
Her eyes were wide when she gasped, her lips parting when he dipped a finger inside
of her, curling it and stroking her from the inside. He added a second finger, grinning
smugly when she whimpered in response and tightened her fingers in his hair.
"Merlin, your eyes are the colour of chocolate," he whispered, refusing to break his
gaze, "but I bet they look like firewhisky when you come."
And they did.
Mia's eyes practically glowed amber when her body shook and her hips snapped
forward.
Sirius stole the cry from her lips as it tried to escape, taking it, claiming it as he had
claimed her climax for his own, feeling her tighten and pulsate around his hand, her nails
digging into the back of his neck as he kissed her deep and hard.
They were both left gasping when he finally broke away from her. He lowered her
legs to the ground, but she refused to remove her hands from around his neck, her breath
hot against his mouth.
Slowly and deliberately, Sirius brought his fingers to his lips, watching her flush as
he took one into his mouth, sucking her essence off of the digit without breaking eye
contact, moaning.
Fuck, if Remus wasn't right.
She tasted like honey.