"Probably both. I’ve imagined the sight of your lips stretched around my cock more times than I’d care to elaborate on." His movements are slow and calculated like he’s afraid she’ll bolt from the bed the moment he touches her. Not this time. She reaches over to tug on his shirt, pulling him on top of her. His knee finds its way between her legs, pushing them apart wide enough to allow him to settle between her thighs as her hands immediately find their way under his shirt. She doubted she would ever get tired of the feeling of his skin, it was addictive. His skin always had a chill for reasons that made no biological sense. Like he had just come in from a winter storm or had been standing in an industrial-sized freezer for a moment too long. His magic physically reacted to her in a way she had never experienced before. Like it was just as desperate for her as she was for him. She’d been with plenty of wizards over the past few years, not to mention the stray muggles, but none of their magic had ever reacted the same way. His magic seemed to seep out of his pores and engulf her in a light icy vibration whenever he was near and intensified the moment they touched. 