Harry really hoped that Severus would not limit himself with petty moral concerns from now on since he honestly was not sure he could respect his advisor's boundaries if sex could be like this! Not that it mattered. Severus Snape had laid a claim on him, and now he was Harry's, in mind, body, and soul. A satisfied smirk graced the young man's features as he took in the serene sky outside of the window with calculating, emerald eyes. His first follower had been willing to die for him. Now, he would burn the world if Harry so desired. He was exactly where he was supposed to be. Who knew that sex could be so compelling?