Chapter 59 | Hogwarts: A Home
Art by @elivrayn
In three strides, he was in front of her. In two seconds, his hands were in her hair. In one breath, his lips finally learned the feel of hers. He pressed her mouth to him firmly, holding that sweet pressure for a heartbeat longer than he'd planned. When he pulled back to gauge her reaction, her usually cold dark eyes were a warm brown, a pool of molten heat.
Merlin save me.
He paused. The pull to her was too great, the draw too enticing. He was starving—starving for affection, her affection.
"What are you doing?" Astoria panted breathlessly. The little puffs of air from her mouth landed on his lips. The sensation was intoxicating. And Theo wanted to taste them again, wanted to taste all of her.
“Getting my witch." He breathed.
