His calloused hands, usually reserved for the cold steel of a rifle, moved with a different kind of PRECISION now. He didn't pull away from the friction she forced; instead, he leaned into it, his thumbs hooking into the hem of her dress && slowly, agonizingly, bunching the fabric upward. He watched the way her skin reacted to his TOUCH;; the fine shiver, the goosebumps blooming in his wake with the focused intensity of a man finding his mark.
He didn't wait for her to give another command. He was tired of talking. He pressed his face closer, the rough shadow of his beard grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, a deliberate contrast to the supple heat he was UNCOVERING. With a slow, possessive drag of his tongue against the lace, he tasted the salt and sweetness of her anticipation, a silent promise of the unmaking he was about to deliver.
He looked up one last time, his eyes locking onto hers, dark and swirling with a raw, visceral intent. "Don't worry," he murmured against her, his mouth finally finding the center of her ache. "I'm gonna make up for every second of lost time."
“The night has been fun, but I still think there’s something else to happen. Never a dull moment here. Being back for a bit reminded me of that.” Mateo joked with the other.
“ AMAKUSA has something for you. “ shion hummed, pulling nagi in for a tender hug and a soft kiss on the top of his head. “ there is nothing i wouldn’t do for you. “
Albus knew his family had a deep connection with Hagrid. He knew the kind soul the man had had, and he was sad to know the tragic news. He was shocked to hear it was a curse, and still trying to comprehend the news, he went over to see his brother. “How are you?” Albus asked, greeting him.
