Over my lips and made them rosy. I took my cock into my hand and stroked myself languidly. Feeling dizzy, I sat back down on the bench. I let my silken legs slide against each other, marveling at the sensual
smoothness as I fisted my cock, firmly and slowly.
I allowed myself to moan – such a rarity after always hiding. It wasn't the shameful, carnal grunt that usually escaped my lips when Albie fucked me on the quidditch pitch. It was all part of the act. It was a sexy little sound, rumbling deep in my throat, like the purr of a big cat.
As I came, spewing hot, voluminous amounts of semen over my fist, I thought of Albie. I thought of him, not as my teen-age boyfriend, but as my red, hot lover, and I as the physical embodiment of lust – the king, no, theQueen, of Desire.
When I returned to Hogwarts for the second half of the school year, I knew exactly how to repair that rift between me and Albie – with a little bit of blood, silk, sex, and magic.