Chapter Seven

James’ breath hitched as his gaze locked onto Lily’s flushed, sweat-slicked face—her lips parted in exhaustion, her emerald eyes glazed with overstimulation, strands of fiery hair clinging to her damp skin. The sight sent a fresh surge of lust straight to his cock, already buried to the hilt inside her.

Fuck.

He couldn’t stop now.

His hips snapped forward with renewed urgency, his thrusts turning punishing, erratic, the slap of skin on skin echoing through their bedroom. Lily gasped, her fingers scrambling against the sheets as he drove into her harder, deeper, his cock dragging against her swollen walls with every rough stroke.

“James—ah!—too much—!” she whimpered, her body trembling beneath him, but he only groaned, his grip on her hips tightening.

“No, love,” he panted, his voice thick with need. “You can take it. One more—fuck—one more time.” His thumb found her clit again, rubbing in quick, relentless circles, and Lily arched off the bed with a broken cry, her inner walls clenching around him like a vise.

“Merlin, yes,” James growled, his own climax barreling toward him, his balls drawing up tight.

James’ fingers dug into Lily’s hips hard enough to bruise as he fucked her through her climax, his cock pulsing inside her, still impossibly hard despite how many times he’d come already. The slick, filthy sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, their sweat-slick skin sticking together as he drove into her with relentless, **** thrusts.

Lily’s breath came in ragged sobs, her nails clawing at the sheets beneath her. “J-James—please—” she gasped, her body trembling, oversensitive and wrung out, but he didn’t slow, didn’t stop. His thumb kept working her clit in rough, demanding circles, and she arched beneath him with a broken cry as another wave of pleasure crashed through her, her walls clamping down on him like a vice.

Lily’s exhausted whimpers turned into incoherent moans as James drove into her with unrelenting ****, her body trembling beneath him. Her eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open, but the pleasure was too overwhelming, pulling her under with each brutal thrust. “J-James,” she gasped, her voice barely audible, “I… I can’t… anymore…” Her words trailed off into a choked sob as another climax ripped through her, her walls clenching around him like a vice. James groaned, his fingers digging deeper into her hips, his cock pulsing inside her as he emptied himself once more. The room was filled with the slick, wet sounds of their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

“Just… one… more…” James panted, his breath hot against her ear, his thrusts slowing but not stopping. Lily’s body jerked with each movement, her overstimulated nerves screaming for relief, but she couldn’t muster the strength to push him away. Her hands lay limp on the bed, her fingers barely clutching the sheets as her eyelids finally gave in, drifting closed. James’ lips brushed against her neck, his voice a low, rough whisper.

James’ lips brushed against Lily’s ear, his voice a low, rough whisper. “I love you, Lils,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. Lily’s exhausted body trembled beneath him, her hands still clutching the sheets as if they were her only anchor to reality. Her emerald eyes remained closed, her fiery hair a tangled mess around her face, glistening with sweat. James’ thrusts slowed, but his cock remained buried deep inside her, still hard, still pulsing with the aftershocks of their relentless lovemaking.

“Love you too,” Lily whispered back, her voice barely audible, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her curvy figure was flushed, her large breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing. James’ hands slid up her torso, cupping her breasts possessively, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, sending a shiver through her exhausted frame. Despite her body’s protests, Lily’s inner walls clenched around him once more, a weak but affectionate squeeze that drew a groan from James.

The **** had worn off, leaving James clear-headed enough to see the exhaustion etched on her face. Her emerald eyes were closed, her fiery hair a tangled mess around her pale skin, glistening with sweat. Her curvy figure lay limp under him, her large breasts rising and falling with each labored breath.

James’ chest heaved as he looked down at her, his cock still buried deep inside her, still hard despite the countless times he’d emptied himself into her tonight. He wanted more—needed more—but seeing her like this, so drained and ****, something in him shifted. He couldn’t push her further, not now. “Alright, love,” he whispered, his voice rough with residual lust. “Just… one more.” He gave a final, gentle thrust, his hips moving slowly, deliberately, drawing out the moment. His cock pulsed inside her, and even though she was too exhausted to respond, he felt that familiar clench of her walls around him, a weak but affectionate squeeze.

As he pulled out, Lily let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the mattress.

Lily lay beside James, her chest still heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the flickering candlelight casting shadows over their glistening bodies. She turned her head to look at him, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to muster the energy to speak. "James," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the relentless moans that had escaped her lips throughout the night. "What... what got into you tonight?" Her hand weakly reached out, her fingers brushing against his toned chest, still slick with sweat. "We haven't... we haven't had sex like that since we were newlyweds."

James groaned softly, his head still spinning with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. He turned to face her, his eyes half-lidded, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice thick with satisfaction. "And honestly, I'm too delirious with joy to care." He reached out, his hand cupping her flushed cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips. "You were... incredible tonight, Lils. Absolutely incredible." His gaze roamed over her, taking in the sight of her curvy figure, her large breasts still rising and falling with each breath. "I couldn't get enough of you. I still can't."

Lily's gaze softened as she looked at James, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of his persistent arousal. She reached out, her hand brushing against his chest, her touch gentle but concerned. "James, love," she began, her voice still hoarse from the night's activities, "if you're still... like this when we wake up, we might need to get you checked out at St. Mungo's." Her emerald eyes met his, a mix of amusement and worry flickering in their depths. "I mean, I'm flattered, really, but this isn't normal, even for you."

James groaned, his head tilting back slightly as he let out a low, rumbling laugh. "I know, I know," he admitted, his voice still rough with the remnants of lust and ****. "It's just... you, Lils. You've always been my weakness, my bloody kryptonite." He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips in a tender gesture. "But you're right. If I'm still... up when we wake, we'll go. Promise." His grin faltered for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his face before he pushed it aside.

Lily summoned what little energy she had left, her body aching in the most delicious way. She leaned over, her lips brushing against James' in a soft, exhausted kiss. "Goodnight, love," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her head felt heavy, and before she could say another word, it dropped onto the pillow, her red hair fanning out around her. Her chest rose and fell with deep, sleepy breaths, her large breasts glistening faintly in the candlelight.

James watched her with a contented smile, his cock still semi-hard as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Sleep well, my goddess," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. He leaned back, his toned body relaxed, though his mind was still buzzing with the intensity of their lovemaking. He glanced at his still-aroused state and chuckled softly. "Guess you were right, Lils. If I'm still like this in the morning, we'll have to pay a visit to St. Mungo's." He smirked, knowing full well he wouldn't mind another round, but for now, he was just happy to be beside her.

Author's Notes:
So this is technically the last chapter, we still have the epilogue to go which will be posted on Thursday as I'm taken to doing for epilogue chapters. Next week it's time for a new story and the next one is probably my personal favourite.