            He obliged, and when he slipped between her legs, tears pricked at her eyes. He was more than a man moving on top of her—with her. More than a wizard wielding a wand. Sirius was both at once—man and wizard, filling her with magic and lust and need and heat. She clutched to urgent hips like an anchor in the midst of a roiling sea, like he was the only thing in this world tethering her from spinning away into madness. Or maybe he was the madness, and her body cried out to stay there with him.