𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, regulus black

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝟑: 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐔𝐩

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As a cocoon of intimacy lingered around them, mingling with the soft hum of magic that still glittered in the air, Regulus asked, "Now, do you finally believe me, Blondie?"

Rune's breath caught at the gentleness of his voice, a flicker of emotion passing fleetingly across her features before she tried to mask it with a playful grin. "Have you seen me? I bet half the world would be head over heels for me."

He inched his face even closer to hers, his hand sliding slowly down from her back. "But you're not interested in half the world, are you?" he asked. "You're only interested in me."

"I wouldn't say only you," she murmured. "There's at least six other people."

Regulus' breath mingling with hers as he said, "Well, I'll be lucky number seven then."

With that, he closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss. Their kiss was like a tempest, fierce and consuming, as if the unraveling of his emotions had ignited a storm between them.

Rune felt the heat of Regulus's touch sear through her, melting away any lingering doubts she had harbored. With a soft sigh, she yielded to the pull of desire, tangling her fingers in his hair and drawing him closer.

He deepened the kiss, and it was as if it was a declaration in itself. A silent promise of everything he was willing to give.

His hands moved with purpose, tracing the curves of her body as if committing every inch of her to memory. She leaned into his touch, and as his fingers slipped down beneath the waistband of her pyjama pants, she sat up and moved to straddle him.

Rune moved down and pressed her lips to his mouth in a feather-light kiss as her hands explored down his body. As the room swirled around them, her fingers danced along his thighs, pressing into him with gentle, deliberate motions.

She felt his pulse quickening against her as his fingers tangled in her hair and she angled her body down on him.

Her lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Regulus shivered slightly as her hands gripped the hem of his shirt and she pried it off his body before pressing her mouth to his shoulder.

He let out a soft grunt as her lips left a scorching trail down his shoulder. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, feeling the unsteady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her touch.

Then, she pushed him down and replaced her fingers with her lips, her mouth hot against his body. Each caress, each kiss, each silent confession, simmered between them for far too long.

With a swift movement, she rid herself of her pyjama top, baring herself to him without yet inviting him to touch. 

Instead, she continued lower and lower until her fingers grasped the waistline of his trousers, and she began to slowly pull it down.

Regulus watched her, his breath ragged as he took in the sight before him. She held his gaze unflinchingly as her fingers pulled his trousers further down. He raised his hips, allowing her to pull them off him entirely.

For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other, the room pooling around them in a haze of magic and desire.

Rune's eyes locked with his, as she leaned down and brushed her lips against his thigh.

His body shuddered and it earned him a grin from her as she did it again. A soft, gentle caress of her mouth on his thigh.

She brought her head down and as he braced himself for what he needed from her; she pressed a kiss to his stomach.