Fic: What I've tasted of desire
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hpkinkfestTitle: What I've tasted of desire
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hereticalvision
Prompt: My own based on 219: You don't touch your clit until I tell you to. Put your fingers back where they were.
Kink Showcased: Directed masturbation
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Lucius/Ginny
Summary: Lucius doesn't even need to touch Ginny to prove that he knows her body better than her husband, better even than she does herself.
Warnings: Age disparity warning: 56/29, light hints of D/s, dirty talk with references to bondage, infidelity for both
Word Count: 2760
Author's Notes: Technically this follows on from I will give you desire but given that neither has even the tiniest little hint of plot you really don't need to worry about that.ultrasonicbop, this one is inspired by your art and of course your begging and pleading ;) Glomp the betas artemis_sparks and ldymusyc
After the first time, Lucius said to her, "If you come to me again, I will give you desire." The first fuck hadn't really been about that. It had been a thirst for revenge, something Ginny had done to throw in her unfaithful husband's face.
I will give you desire, he had said. But by then he already had, sending it sharp and potent through her veins until she broke down and sent him a letter: When can I see you again? Her owl had hooted at her reprovingly when it read the address, and Ginny had swallowed hard, knowing that she was handing her power over to him and fearful of the consequences.
But he had kept his promise. He had given her desire and now he sated it over and over again, and the moments of pleasure somehow made the rest of her life bearable. Ginny could keep up her defences, reassure her children that everything was going to be fine. Ginny could handle Harry's hesitant apologies. Ginny could get through the days without screaming.
Ginny's life had constantly been battered about by unintended consequences and this was no exception: two nights ago Harry had tried to make love to her. It had been a disaster.
Lucius' lips moved on the back of her neck, his hot breath against her ear. "A disaster?" He was lying behind her as their heart rates slowed and the sweat on their bodies cooled. They did talk, some, but only ever like this: in the aftermath, never looking at each other.
"A disaster," Ginny repeated. "I don't think he knows how to touch me anymore. I don't think he even wants to, really, he just wants to make sure I'm not going to leave him." Do you still make love with Narcissa? Ginny wanted to ask. But that would be crossing a line, walking further into danger and defeat.
Lucius' hand tightened on her hip, his fingers curling around the bone and into her soft flesh. "But touching you is such an art," he told her, pressing his lips against her shoulder. "I cannot imagine how he could fail to memorise the details."
"Like you?" Ginny said. It came out sharp; she hadn't meant it to. Lucius was an excellent lover. But somehow the fact that he treated her as 'lover' had hit a nerve.
His breath in her ear was an absolute torment. "I know your body better than you do." His teeth closed on her earlobe, ever so gently. In a flash Ginny went from sated to stirring. She shifted slightly, expecting him to set about proving it; instead he pulled away from her, moving to the silk-covered armchair on the other side of the room.
Ginny twisted round to look at him over one shoulder. On seeing him settle into the chair, robe pulled half on, she frowned and opened her mouth to speak – but Lucius got there first.
"Sit up against the pillows," he said softly.
"What-?" Ginny began, but Lucius simply tilted his head to one side and smiled at her.
"Sit up against the pillows, Ginevra," he said again and though his voice was no louder, this time it was definitely an order. Ginny rolled onto her back and pushed with her feet until she was sitting up against the pillows, naked on the sheets already warmed by their bodies.
"Do as I say," Lucius said, voice still low, eyes dark. "Do precisely as I say."
Ginny wet her lips, her mouth turning dry. She nodded a little jerkily and Lucius smiled at her. Good girl hung in the air unspoken, and Ginny felt a hint of pique at the implied condescension, but much more intense was the desire, her scent already filling the air.
"I know your body," Lucius went on. "I know your taut thighs, and I love to run my fingers over them. Touch them for me – just the tips of your fingers, just the outside of your thighs. Run your fingers up your thighs slowly."
Ginny swallowed, and reached forward, beginning just above the knee, running her fingers up the outside of her leg to her hip and back down again. Left leg, then right. Fingers caressing on the upward stroke, thumb brushing her skin gently when she slid her hand back down. Such a small touch, but exactly what Lucius liked to do when he kissed her. Exactly what she wanted him to do when he kissed her.
"Good," Lucius purred. "Now bring your fingers over your stomach and up towards your throat. Don't play with your breasts, not yet. Just the left hand."
Ginny obeyed, starting again at her left knee, fingers skimming her body, up between her breasts and around her throat. Lucius would push her hair back, so she did. She touched the back of her neck; her fingers found cooling sweat and Lucius' breath. Her hand moved almost of its own accord to the right side of her face, caressing along her jaw and down to the right side of her neck.
"Why is your right hand just lying there? Your thighs need more attention," Lucius told her.
And yes, both of her hands now, one tracing the dips of her collarbone, one stroking her thigh and sending the nerve endings there jumping. Just how Lucius touched her: slower and more precise than Harry had been for years.
"Dip your hand between your legs just once, just slightly. Run them through your hair, your beautiful red hair and imagine that your hand is mine."
Her hand moved over the top of her thigh to stroke the inside, crawling up inch by inch. Lucius would do this early on to tease her long before he would bring her to completion.
"You usually squeeze your buttocks together when I do that," he told her almost idly and her eyes jerked to his face. She did, too; it helped tighten up the muscles inside her for a moment, reassure her that pleasure was coming. "I know."
She squeezed precisely as he had said as she ran her hand over herself, teasing the promise of pleasure from her body.
"And up to your breasts, those beautiful breasts you wish were larger. Why, Ginevra? Let me see, will they overspill your hands? They fit so perfectly into mine."
Her hand slipped down from collarbone to cup her right breast, thumb slipping over nipple. Left hand over right breast, fingers finding nipple again and again as she rubbed slowly, turning it hard, her forearm teasing her other breast with its closeness.
"And the left," Lucius said. "It's the one that's a fraction smaller. I know that, too – you are imperfect and the more desirable for being so."
Ginny might have been embarrassed about that once upon a time, but with her blood pumping hot through her veins and Lucius speaking his desire to her, she met his gaze fully as she cupped her left hand beneath her left breast, her right hand coming around to caress the sensitive side by her underarm, the peak of the nipple begging for attention.
He was hard, she could see that, but he was so far ignoring it. His focus was all on her and that caused her womb to clench, her fingers to slide down her body—
"No," Lucius said sharply, and Ginny's gaze snapped to his face in surprise. "You don't touch your clit until I tell you to. Put your fingers back where they were."
Lucius had said clit. Lucius never used words like that, never said fuck or pussy or cock. The very sound of him doing so, saying those words in that cultured accent, made her squirm impatiently even as she forced her fingers back to her breasts.
"Caress your breast. No, not like that. You aren't giving me a show, remember, I am touching you exactly the way you want to be touched. Use your fingernails on the undersides – yes, like that. One hand can slide down your stomach and back to your thigh. Yes. I see your thighs tensing – oh, you think you're ready now, but you aren't, not really. Fingers over thigh and up, stroke your side. It's not that common, you know, but I see how you react when I do it." Ginny hissed at her fingernails over the softest part of her skin, and Lucius smiled. "Yes, that's how you react. That's how you react every time. Do it again."
She did, one hand sliding from breast to throat, one from thigh to stomach. Her whole body was coming alive, working towards combustion and Ginny was losing her mind. He had been right, she wasn't ready before, but now she was, oh please…
"Slide your fingers down to your cunt," Lucius said then and Ginny squirmed to hear him use that word. "I see you like to hear me talk like that. Imagine this, then, if you will, Ginevra – lick your finger and slide it over your clit, slide it into your cunt until you're lovely and wet and all the time imagine it's me, my tongue licking at you. Tease yourself. I know you like it. I know it's what you really want."
Ginny's mind had slowly been shutting down, completely lost to Lucius' words and the pleasure running through her nerve endings. There was no difference now between her hands and his; fingers over the lips of her cunt wetter and wetter, one hand holding her open for the other to touch her ruthlessly everywhere but where she wanted it most.
"Your ripe, juicy cunt," Lucius said, rolling the round vowels through his mouth, sounding so upper-class and so aroused, his voice thick. Ginny moaned. "Look at you. You want to be ridden hard, that's the secret that you never tell. You want someone to pound into you, you want to be held down and made to surrender. Oh, the things I want to do to you, Ginevra, the things I will do to you. The things you'll beg me to do to you. I'm going to tie you up, legs apart. I'm going to pin you down with my hands on your throat. I'm going to talk like this to you again and again until someday I'll just talk to you and neither of us will touch you and you'll come wherever you are standing. Don't touch your clit yet."
There was no longer a pause between command and action – her fingers were exactly where he had told her to put them, and as she listened through the haze to all he had planned for her the knot somewhere south of her stomach pulled tighter and tighter.
"Please," she whined and Lucius chuckled.
"Very well, then. Circles over the clitoris at first but after that simply a line back and forth. Back and forth over and over again until you come, and when you do, I want you to scream for me."
There was no doubt that she would. Her hips rocked back and forth, fingers working tirelessly at her clitoris. Sweat in the back of her knees, heat spreading through her body, stomach muscles beginning to spasm and exquisite feeling driving up through her body. Lucius' voice again, "Pinch your nipple when you come." Hand rose automatically, fingers rubbed and rubbed and as the sharp pain of fingers pulling her nipple too tight lanced through her the pleasure peaked until she was crying out, eyes flying open.
"Don't stop," Lucius told her. "That was only the first; we can do better than that. You can do better than that, I know it. Keep going."
Ginny did. The feeling had peaked and plateaued but there was somewhere higher. Lucius had taken her there before and he could get her there now, her fingers his instrument as she rocked her hips into them again and again. The wave built and she chased it, just a little higher, just a little more, pleasure welling up in her once again. One hand came around to clasp her own throat as she forced herself over that edge to where the pleasure broke her apart and abandoned her there, stomach and legs shaking, thighs slumped to the side, fingers discarded between her legs as she fought to catch her breath.
She managed to force the hand that had been at her throat through her hair, pulling the red strands away from her face in time to see Lucius prowling toward her, his robe long gone. In a gesture that might have read as shockingly submissive, Lucius crawled up the bed and over her. But Ginny felt subsumed, knowing as deeply as she had ever known that she was his now, and his kneeling above her was his way of ensuring that she knew it. His erection, proud and unembarrassed, hung from his body as he moved up to her, and Ginny had only a moment more before Lucius grabbed her legs and yanked her towards him, dragging her away from the pillows until her back was flat on the bed. Ginny barely had time to look up at him before he parted her thighs firmly and shoved himself inside her. She whimpered at his entry and Lucius gasped, raised her legs up over his shoulders and began fucking her with excruciating slowness.
Ginny didn't need to be told this time – one hand went to her breast, the other to her clitoris. He wanted her to come again, prove to him that he had been right and she could take this, would love it, would come apart and fly back together a hundred times beneath his hands, his cock, his mouth, all the parts of him she had wanted when she'd had only her fingers and his voice. He had watched her then and she watched him now, his expression contorting into something savage which frightened her even as it made her cry out in lust. She was so open like this, two orgasms ahead of him, all her muscles relaxed – he was so deep inside her, deeper than she had even known a man could go, his pace increasing as he started to lose control. Sweat, her arousal, his, the scents mingled hot and foul and intoxicating. The sounds emerging from her throat were barely human, Lucius' every thrust forcing out grunts and guttural moans. Lucius himself was making a feral growling the like of which Ginny had never heard and she couldn't keep herself from touching him for another moment, lifting her body to bite him anywhere she could reach.
"Yes," she hissed into his flesh, no longer touching herself but touching him, running her nails over his chest, clutching at his muscular arms. "Yes, Lucius, yes, Lucius, Lucius," just his name over and over again as he hammered into her, her body going taut again, her muscles beginning to jerk in that familiar, rhythmless pattern. Ginny cried out in delight as her body clamped down on Lucius' cock, keeping him there, demanding that he know he was inside her; his hips stuttered before thrusting even deeper, once, twice – and then in a flush of heat he came inside her and fell forward onto her body. Ginny's knees were pressed almost against her ears, so high had her legs been against him, but she moved them now, sliding her heels into the back of his knees, keeping him locked inside her for as long as possible, stroking her lover's back with a tenderness she could never have anticipated feeling.
After a long moment, Lucius rolled off her. He looked at her, and his expression wasn't triumphant or smug about the things he had done to her. He looked instead as though something had surprised him.
"I…" Ginny started, but what could she say? I love you? This wasn't love. I want you? He knew that. And it wasn't enough, not enough to walk away from her family, her children, her life. But it was crushing her, this terrible desire that she had gone to him to find, never realising what she was awakening, never knowing the price. She had started this, it could come to nothing, and soon it was going to kill her. Worst of all, despite understanding all of that, she still knew she would never, ever be able to stop.
Lucius nodded. "I know," was all he said. It somehow wasn't surprising when he took her hand in his, nor when she turned towards him so that he could hold her, complete in this moment and terrified of all that might mean.
~fin
Author:
hereticalvisionPrompt: My own based on 219: You don't touch your clit until I tell you to. Put your fingers back where they were.
Kink Showcased: Directed masturbation
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Lucius/Ginny
Summary: Lucius doesn't even need to touch Ginny to prove that he knows her body better than her husband, better even than she does herself.
Warnings: Age disparity warning: 56/29, light hints of D/s, dirty talk with references to bondage, infidelity for both
Word Count: 2760
Author's Notes: Technically this follows on from I will give you desire but given that neither has even the tiniest little hint of plot you really don't need to worry about that.
ultrasonicbop, this one is inspired by your art and of course your begging and pleading ;) Glomp the betas artemis_sparks and ldymusycAfter the first time, Lucius said to her, "If you come to me again, I will give you desire." The first fuck hadn't really been about that. It had been a thirst for revenge, something Ginny had done to throw in her unfaithful husband's face.
I will give you desire, he had said. But by then he already had, sending it sharp and potent through her veins until she broke down and sent him a letter: When can I see you again? Her owl had hooted at her reprovingly when it read the address, and Ginny had swallowed hard, knowing that she was handing her power over to him and fearful of the consequences.
But he had kept his promise. He had given her desire and now he sated it over and over again, and the moments of pleasure somehow made the rest of her life bearable. Ginny could keep up her defences, reassure her children that everything was going to be fine. Ginny could handle Harry's hesitant apologies. Ginny could get through the days without screaming.
Ginny's life had constantly been battered about by unintended consequences and this was no exception: two nights ago Harry had tried to make love to her. It had been a disaster.
Lucius' lips moved on the back of her neck, his hot breath against her ear. "A disaster?" He was lying behind her as their heart rates slowed and the sweat on their bodies cooled. They did talk, some, but only ever like this: in the aftermath, never looking at each other.
"A disaster," Ginny repeated. "I don't think he knows how to touch me anymore. I don't think he even wants to, really, he just wants to make sure I'm not going to leave him." Do you still make love with Narcissa? Ginny wanted to ask. But that would be crossing a line, walking further into danger and defeat.
Lucius' hand tightened on her hip, his fingers curling around the bone and into her soft flesh. "But touching you is such an art," he told her, pressing his lips against her shoulder. "I cannot imagine how he could fail to memorise the details."
"Like you?" Ginny said. It came out sharp; she hadn't meant it to. Lucius was an excellent lover. But somehow the fact that he treated her as 'lover' had hit a nerve.
His breath in her ear was an absolute torment. "I know your body better than you do." His teeth closed on her earlobe, ever so gently. In a flash Ginny went from sated to stirring. She shifted slightly, expecting him to set about proving it; instead he pulled away from her, moving to the silk-covered armchair on the other side of the room.
Ginny twisted round to look at him over one shoulder. On seeing him settle into the chair, robe pulled half on, she frowned and opened her mouth to speak – but Lucius got there first.
"Sit up against the pillows," he said softly.
"What-?" Ginny began, but Lucius simply tilted his head to one side and smiled at her.
"Sit up against the pillows, Ginevra," he said again and though his voice was no louder, this time it was definitely an order. Ginny rolled onto her back and pushed with her feet until she was sitting up against the pillows, naked on the sheets already warmed by their bodies.
"Do as I say," Lucius said, voice still low, eyes dark. "Do precisely as I say."
Ginny wet her lips, her mouth turning dry. She nodded a little jerkily and Lucius smiled at her. Good girl hung in the air unspoken, and Ginny felt a hint of pique at the implied condescension, but much more intense was the desire, her scent already filling the air.
"I know your body," Lucius went on. "I know your taut thighs, and I love to run my fingers over them. Touch them for me – just the tips of your fingers, just the outside of your thighs. Run your fingers up your thighs slowly."
Ginny swallowed, and reached forward, beginning just above the knee, running her fingers up the outside of her leg to her hip and back down again. Left leg, then right. Fingers caressing on the upward stroke, thumb brushing her skin gently when she slid her hand back down. Such a small touch, but exactly what Lucius liked to do when he kissed her. Exactly what she wanted him to do when he kissed her.
"Good," Lucius purred. "Now bring your fingers over your stomach and up towards your throat. Don't play with your breasts, not yet. Just the left hand."
Ginny obeyed, starting again at her left knee, fingers skimming her body, up between her breasts and around her throat. Lucius would push her hair back, so she did. She touched the back of her neck; her fingers found cooling sweat and Lucius' breath. Her hand moved almost of its own accord to the right side of her face, caressing along her jaw and down to the right side of her neck.
"Why is your right hand just lying there? Your thighs need more attention," Lucius told her.
And yes, both of her hands now, one tracing the dips of her collarbone, one stroking her thigh and sending the nerve endings there jumping. Just how Lucius touched her: slower and more precise than Harry had been for years.
"Dip your hand between your legs just once, just slightly. Run them through your hair, your beautiful red hair and imagine that your hand is mine."
Her hand moved over the top of her thigh to stroke the inside, crawling up inch by inch. Lucius would do this early on to tease her long before he would bring her to completion.
"You usually squeeze your buttocks together when I do that," he told her almost idly and her eyes jerked to his face. She did, too; it helped tighten up the muscles inside her for a moment, reassure her that pleasure was coming. "I know."
She squeezed precisely as he had said as she ran her hand over herself, teasing the promise of pleasure from her body.
"And up to your breasts, those beautiful breasts you wish were larger. Why, Ginevra? Let me see, will they overspill your hands? They fit so perfectly into mine."
Her hand slipped down from collarbone to cup her right breast, thumb slipping over nipple. Left hand over right breast, fingers finding nipple again and again as she rubbed slowly, turning it hard, her forearm teasing her other breast with its closeness.
"And the left," Lucius said. "It's the one that's a fraction smaller. I know that, too – you are imperfect and the more desirable for being so."
Ginny might have been embarrassed about that once upon a time, but with her blood pumping hot through her veins and Lucius speaking his desire to her, she met his gaze fully as she cupped her left hand beneath her left breast, her right hand coming around to caress the sensitive side by her underarm, the peak of the nipple begging for attention.
He was hard, she could see that, but he was so far ignoring it. His focus was all on her and that caused her womb to clench, her fingers to slide down her body—
"No," Lucius said sharply, and Ginny's gaze snapped to his face in surprise. "You don't touch your clit until I tell you to. Put your fingers back where they were."
Lucius had said clit. Lucius never used words like that, never said fuck or pussy or cock. The very sound of him doing so, saying those words in that cultured accent, made her squirm impatiently even as she forced her fingers back to her breasts.
"Caress your breast. No, not like that. You aren't giving me a show, remember, I am touching you exactly the way you want to be touched. Use your fingernails on the undersides – yes, like that. One hand can slide down your stomach and back to your thigh. Yes. I see your thighs tensing – oh, you think you're ready now, but you aren't, not really. Fingers over thigh and up, stroke your side. It's not that common, you know, but I see how you react when I do it." Ginny hissed at her fingernails over the softest part of her skin, and Lucius smiled. "Yes, that's how you react. That's how you react every time. Do it again."
She did, one hand sliding from breast to throat, one from thigh to stomach. Her whole body was coming alive, working towards combustion and Ginny was losing her mind. He had been right, she wasn't ready before, but now she was, oh please…
"Slide your fingers down to your cunt," Lucius said then and Ginny squirmed to hear him use that word. "I see you like to hear me talk like that. Imagine this, then, if you will, Ginevra – lick your finger and slide it over your clit, slide it into your cunt until you're lovely and wet and all the time imagine it's me, my tongue licking at you. Tease yourself. I know you like it. I know it's what you really want."
Ginny's mind had slowly been shutting down, completely lost to Lucius' words and the pleasure running through her nerve endings. There was no difference now between her hands and his; fingers over the lips of her cunt wetter and wetter, one hand holding her open for the other to touch her ruthlessly everywhere but where she wanted it most.
"Your ripe, juicy cunt," Lucius said, rolling the round vowels through his mouth, sounding so upper-class and so aroused, his voice thick. Ginny moaned. "Look at you. You want to be ridden hard, that's the secret that you never tell. You want someone to pound into you, you want to be held down and made to surrender. Oh, the things I want to do to you, Ginevra, the things I will do to you. The things you'll beg me to do to you. I'm going to tie you up, legs apart. I'm going to pin you down with my hands on your throat. I'm going to talk like this to you again and again until someday I'll just talk to you and neither of us will touch you and you'll come wherever you are standing. Don't touch your clit yet."
There was no longer a pause between command and action – her fingers were exactly where he had told her to put them, and as she listened through the haze to all he had planned for her the knot somewhere south of her stomach pulled tighter and tighter.
"Please," she whined and Lucius chuckled.
"Very well, then. Circles over the clitoris at first but after that simply a line back and forth. Back and forth over and over again until you come, and when you do, I want you to scream for me."
There was no doubt that she would. Her hips rocked back and forth, fingers working tirelessly at her clitoris. Sweat in the back of her knees, heat spreading through her body, stomach muscles beginning to spasm and exquisite feeling driving up through her body. Lucius' voice again, "Pinch your nipple when you come." Hand rose automatically, fingers rubbed and rubbed and as the sharp pain of fingers pulling her nipple too tight lanced through her the pleasure peaked until she was crying out, eyes flying open.
"Don't stop," Lucius told her. "That was only the first; we can do better than that. You can do better than that, I know it. Keep going."
Ginny did. The feeling had peaked and plateaued but there was somewhere higher. Lucius had taken her there before and he could get her there now, her fingers his instrument as she rocked her hips into them again and again. The wave built and she chased it, just a little higher, just a little more, pleasure welling up in her once again. One hand came around to clasp her own throat as she forced herself over that edge to where the pleasure broke her apart and abandoned her there, stomach and legs shaking, thighs slumped to the side, fingers discarded between her legs as she fought to catch her breath.
She managed to force the hand that had been at her throat through her hair, pulling the red strands away from her face in time to see Lucius prowling toward her, his robe long gone. In a gesture that might have read as shockingly submissive, Lucius crawled up the bed and over her. But Ginny felt subsumed, knowing as deeply as she had ever known that she was his now, and his kneeling above her was his way of ensuring that she knew it. His erection, proud and unembarrassed, hung from his body as he moved up to her, and Ginny had only a moment more before Lucius grabbed her legs and yanked her towards him, dragging her away from the pillows until her back was flat on the bed. Ginny barely had time to look up at him before he parted her thighs firmly and shoved himself inside her. She whimpered at his entry and Lucius gasped, raised her legs up over his shoulders and began fucking her with excruciating slowness.
Ginny didn't need to be told this time – one hand went to her breast, the other to her clitoris. He wanted her to come again, prove to him that he had been right and she could take this, would love it, would come apart and fly back together a hundred times beneath his hands, his cock, his mouth, all the parts of him she had wanted when she'd had only her fingers and his voice. He had watched her then and she watched him now, his expression contorting into something savage which frightened her even as it made her cry out in lust. She was so open like this, two orgasms ahead of him, all her muscles relaxed – he was so deep inside her, deeper than she had even known a man could go, his pace increasing as he started to lose control. Sweat, her arousal, his, the scents mingled hot and foul and intoxicating. The sounds emerging from her throat were barely human, Lucius' every thrust forcing out grunts and guttural moans. Lucius himself was making a feral growling the like of which Ginny had never heard and she couldn't keep herself from touching him for another moment, lifting her body to bite him anywhere she could reach.
"Yes," she hissed into his flesh, no longer touching herself but touching him, running her nails over his chest, clutching at his muscular arms. "Yes, Lucius, yes, Lucius, Lucius," just his name over and over again as he hammered into her, her body going taut again, her muscles beginning to jerk in that familiar, rhythmless pattern. Ginny cried out in delight as her body clamped down on Lucius' cock, keeping him there, demanding that he know he was inside her; his hips stuttered before thrusting even deeper, once, twice – and then in a flush of heat he came inside her and fell forward onto her body. Ginny's knees were pressed almost against her ears, so high had her legs been against him, but she moved them now, sliding her heels into the back of his knees, keeping him locked inside her for as long as possible, stroking her lover's back with a tenderness she could never have anticipated feeling.
After a long moment, Lucius rolled off her. He looked at her, and his expression wasn't triumphant or smug about the things he had done to her. He looked instead as though something had surprised him.
"I…" Ginny started, but what could she say? I love you? This wasn't love. I want you? He knew that. And it wasn't enough, not enough to walk away from her family, her children, her life. But it was crushing her, this terrible desire that she had gone to him to find, never realising what she was awakening, never knowing the price. She had started this, it could come to nothing, and soon it was going to kill her. Worst of all, despite understanding all of that, she still knew she would never, ever be able to stop.
Lucius nodded. "I know," was all he said. It somehow wasn't surprising when he took her hand in his, nor when she turned towards him so that he could hold her, complete in this moment and terrified of all that might mean.
~fin
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