the_debt_of_time

She heard him growl, and the sound created a ripple effect in her body, starting out
as a shiver that spanned her shoulders and moved south across her chest, her nipples
tightening in response. A warmth flooded her belly, and a deep ache began building inside
of her as moisture pooled in her knickers.
Before he had the chance to move her, Mia hitched her thigh up around his hip,
and Sirius grinned against her mouth, taking her bottom lip lightly between his teeth and
nipping it, before showing the same consideration to her neck, ear lobe, and shoulder. One
hand left her waist and she felt him pushing her skirt up around her thighs before his
fingers tucked beneath the wet, black lace covering her folds.
"Do you see what you do to me?" Mia breathed against his parted lips, gasping when
he smugly slipped two fingers inside of her, curling and rubbing against a spot she had not
known existed, but Merlin was she thankful that Sirius did.
He watched as she began to break apart with an incredibly arrogant look on his face
that made her want to fall to pieces in his arms and slap him at the same time. His fingers
were doing delicious things to her, but he didn't have to be so smug about it.
As a mild reprimand for his ego, Mia tugged on his hair—hard. The action only
seemed to provoke him, and suddenly, the pad of his thumb teasingly brushed against her
clit. She let out a shaky whimper.
"Remember a year ago," Sirius whispered into her ear, ignoring the way her body
trembled and pleaded for more, "when you were in my bed, writhing beneath me? I
remember it vividly. You're still just as tight and wet as you were then."
Mia felt a flutter deep inside of her as his strokes became longer, deeper, and the
pad of his thumb pressed against her harder.
"You're mine now," Sirius proclaimed as her breath quickened, his voice the only
thing she could hear other than her own heartbeat, which was a pounding drum in her ears.
She did not hear the soft chuckle in his throat as she began to pulse around his
fingers—though she knew he was laughing because she could tell by the way his chest
shook. She did not hear the sound of his trouser buckle being undone—though she felt
the way he adjusted his stance, moving his hands accordingly.
There was only her heartbeat, the echoing whisper of his claim, and her own
whimpers that now came out like soft cries as the tight, hot coil inside of her snapped, and
she shattered.