The taste of Jessica's long awaited kiss still lingers on my lips. Only a few moments ago I had her wrapped in my arms, my cloak enveloping us both in warmth and comfort. Oh, for the love of Merlin! Why did I let her go? Why did I let her say 'goodnight' and walk away?
She could be here with me now… still in my arms… in my bed… beneath me… whispering into my ear… begging me to make love to her.
The very thought of touching my hands to her breasts and caressing her soft, naked flesh makes even my blood boil as it never has before. As thick as it is, warmth penetrates my skin and melts me from the inside out just thinking about having her body wrapped around mine.
Great Merlin, I can't wait much longer. Each time I touch her, see her and even think about her my body aches for release. She knows it, too. She's a bloody empath. An empath!
She can sense every single soul-deep desire I've ever had for her. She knows how desperately I want and need her. Learning that she has this scarce ability floods me with ferocity me as much as it amuses me.
She may be able to sense every thought that passes through my mind, but it's the same for everyone else. In time I'll be able to use her intuitive senses. She's a wandless sorceress waiting to make herself a legend. All she needs is someone to help her climb the ladder to power. It's no wonder the Dark Lord wants to get his filthy hands on her again. Her protection from the Dark Lord is quite imperative. Jessica cannot be absorbed into the sort of power he seeks.
Perhaps that is why the Headmaster is so anxious for me to court her. It's a request I would never have brought up under normal circumstances, but there's nothing normal about Jessica at all. She's a unique treasure, and one that I intend to keep. I stand a very little chance of getting bored with her. As of today she is my responsibility, my possession, and very soon she'll be my lover. I'll not let another man hold or touch her as I have. Never.
I used to think that I was undeserving to be matched with any close relative of the legendary Albus Dumbledore, but now that I really consider the possibilities, there is no one who more deserves the touch of my hand and a kiss from my lips. All of the other women who have had the pleasure, I made them beg for it. They were all so pitiful. Ridiculous actually. Silly, desperate wenches, hardly worthy of something as simple as a kiss. I've touched my lips to very few others before, and those how have had the pleasure have only experienced the most savage of kisses.
All except Jessica.
I've never kissed anyone so tenderly before. By Merlin, it was incredible. My lips will long for her all night. My aching body will yearn for her intimate touch until the moment comes where I have her here beneath me.
Our union will be unlike any other. I hunger for her dearly, desperate to touch every inch of her, to taste it all, and to ultimately claim what is already mine.
She's decided that her heart and her destiny will lie in my hands. What she may not yet realize is that I'll not let either slip through my fingers. It won't be easy, I'm sure. She's a bloody stubborn little lass, but she hasn't yet seen the breadth of Severus Snape. I'm not only stubborn and persuasive, but in control and deathly dangerous. She can't possibly imagine how secure she is under my control. As long as I live, she'll not be in danger.