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that is, if she did not want them to remember this moment by them. Feeling a sudden need
to reciprocate, she wrapped her arms around Remus's shoulders, pushing her fingers
beneath the fabric and digging her nails into his skin. She smiled at the way his body
tightened, the way a growl lingered against his lips—low and dangerous.
Merlin, how she wanted to lick the noise off those lips.
So she did and then whispered, "Harder," watching with a sense of pride and power
as his eyes darkened with lust.
He pulled out, only to plunge into her harder and deeper, causing her to cry out
loudly. Her hands snaked into his hair and tugged on the strands with desperation, needing
to hold onto something. He grunted in a primal way with each and every thrust, and Mia
moved her hands from his hair to claw at his back. She struggled to breathe as he stole
away each and every gasp and whimper with his mouth, claiming them for himself and
pushing her closer and closer to that deliciously painful breaking point.
"Remus.. ." Mia said on a breath, his name falling from her lips like a prayer; not
one of worship—one that pleaded for mercy, begging him, both never to stop and yet to
send her spiralling at the same time. She was certain the heat of the moment would kill her.
A coil inside tightened hard and hot and then snapped violently.
He captured her mouth with his own, muffling the sounds of her screams as she
fell over the rapturous precipice, her body fluttering, pulsing, squeezing desperately around
his hardness, imploring him to let go and give her his pleasure as he had taken hers.
Remus held her tightly against him, snapping his hips hard against her once more,
spilling himself inside of her with a ravenous groan.
Minutes later, she exhaled against the sweaty skin of his neck, her legs shaking from
trying to stay wrapped around him. "Can... Can you Apparate?"
Remus let out a deep chuckle. "Love, I'm not even certain I can walk."