His Titian Beauty: His Titian Beauty
Soft, vibrant red hair, falling gently across delicate pale shoulders. Skin like cream satin. The sweet fragrance of meadows in summer: heady, floral, irresistibly feminine.
Snape stepped behind her, nuzzling the crook of his nose into her collarbone, nostrils flaring, breathing deeply.
She shivered with pleasure at his proximity, at the way his large hands snaked across her belly in order to embrace her closer to him.
He heard her sigh happily, her head rolling back onto his shoulder, granting him access to her neck. His heart swelled. Everything he wanted was right here in his arms.
“Ginny,” he whispered.
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