As they kissed, the spark of desire between them intensified. Pansy leaned into his strong frame, the heat of his body burning her. His hands moved down her back, coming to rest on her backside. He gripped her arse tightly, squeezing and kneading her flesh with his fingers. Clenching her own fists around the back of his coat, Pansy shifted against him. A hard, insistent nudge pressed against her belly and she thought suddenly—Merlin and Morgana, that’s his cock. Pansy moaned, a warmth beginning to pool between her legs. 