Chapter Three

James stumbled into the kitchen, his mission to freshen up before rejoining Lily momentarily derailed by his parched throat. He fumbled with the fridge door, managing to yank it open after a couple of attempts. The cool air hit him, and he squinted at the contents, his vision slightly blurred. "Water... need water," he muttered to himself, scanning the shelves. His hand reached for what he thought was a pitcher of juice, but instead, he grabbed a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. "Oh, juice," he slurred, popping the cork and downing the contents in one gulp. The taste was bitter, but he barely noticed, too focused on quenching his thirst.

James stumbled into the bathroom, his reflection in the mirror showing a man clearly under the influence. He quickly brushed his teeth, the toothbrush moving in haphazard strokes as he tried to focus. After rinsing, he gargled mouthwash, the minty flavor a stark contrast to the lingering taste of firewhisky. "Better," he muttered, satisfied that he'd addressed Lily's concern. He staggered out, his thoughts fixed on the promise of her warm body waiting in the bedroom.

As he entered the bedroom, the soft glow of the moon highlighted Lily's curves. She lay on the bed, her red hair spread out, her green eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Took you long enough," she teased, her voice low and sultry. James didn't hesitate, shedding his clothes quickly. His erect cock sprang free as he climbed onto the bed, his hands immediately seeking her body. "I'm here now," he whispered, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. The room filled with the sounds of their desire, their bodies moving in sync as they lost themselves in the moment.

Lily gasped as James’s hands found the hem of her nightgown, his fingers sliding beneath the silk with rough urgency. The fabric rode up her thighs as he pushed it higher, his calloused palms dragging against her soft skin in a way that made her shiver. “You’re still wearing far too many clothes,” he murmured against her lips, his breath now minty but still laced with the faintest trace of ****.

She arched beneath him, her full breasts pressing against his bare chest as he yanked the nightgown over her head and tossed it aside. “Impatient, aren’t we?” she teased, though her voice was already breathless, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his mouth trailed down her neck.

James chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing the sensitive curve where her shoulder met her throat. “You have no idea how hard I’ve been all night thinking about this,” he growled, grinding his hips against hers so she could feel the thick length of him straining against his trousers.

Lily gasped as James’s fingers dug into her hips, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her collarbone. “You’re going to pay for making me wait,” she breathed, her nails scraping down his back as he dragged his tongue over the swell of her breast. His hands were everywhere—kneading the soft flesh of her thighs, gripping her waist, tugging at her nipples until they peaked under his rough touch.

James groaned as she arched beneath him, her body already slick with need. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire as he nipped at the sensitive skin just below her ear.

Lily let out a shuddering sigh, her fingers tangling in his messy hair. “I want you inside me—now,” she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency.

With a growl, James fumbled with the last of his clothes, kicking his trousers off with clumsy desperation. His cock throbbed, already leaking as he positioned himself between her thighs. “Look at you,” he murmured, dragging the tip of his length through her wetness, teasing her just enough to make her whimper. “So fucking perfect.”

Lily bit her lip, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. “Stop torturing me,” she begged, her hips lifting impatiently.

James didn’t need to be told twice. With a rough groan, he drove himself into her in one deep, claiming thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her slick heat. Lily’s back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her nails scored down his shoulders. “Fuck—James—” she gasped, her walls fluttering around him in tight, greedy pulses.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he braced himself above her, muscles taut. “Take every inch, love. Just like you fucking begged for.” His hips snapped forward again, setting a relentless pace that had the bedframe creaking beneath them.

Lily’s breath came in ragged pants, her fingers twisting in the sheets as pleasure coiled hot and urgent in her belly. “Harder,” she demanded, her legs locking around his waist to pull him deeper. “Don’t—ah!—don’t hold back.”

James obeyed instantly, his thrusts turning brutal, each one driving the breath from her lungs. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged moans. He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling on the edge, and he gritted his teeth, determined to drag her over first. One hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit in rough, circling strokes.

James' fingers worked her clit with punishing precision as his hips pistoned into her, the **** of each thrust making Lily's breasts bounce wildly. "Godric—yes! Just like that!" she screamed, her back arching off the mattress as pleasure burned through her veins. Sweat slicked their bodies, the musky scent of sex thick in the air as James growled, "Come for me, Lils. Let me feel you shatter."

His command sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly, her walls clenching around him in frantic pulses. Lily's nails raked down his back, leaving angry red marks as she gasped, "I'm—I'm gonna—" before her orgasm crashed over her with a **** that stole her breath. Her thighs trembled, her cries muffled against James' shoulder as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her body tightening around him like a vice.

James cursed through gritted teeth, his rhythm faltering as her climax milked him mercilessly. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her whimper as his hips snapped forward one last time. With a deep, guttural moan, he spilled inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her to the brim.

James collapsed atop her, his breath hot and ragged against her damp skin as his softening cock twitched inside her. Lily let out a contented sigh, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his sweat-slicked back. "Merlin, you're heavy," she murmured, though she made no move to push him off.

James let out a satisfied groan as he rolled off Lily, his muscles still thrumming with the aftershocks of his climax. He expected the familiar softening between his legs, the gradual ebb of arousal as his body cooled—but instead, he felt a persistent, throbbing heat. His cock, still slick with Lily’s arousal and his own release, remained rigid against his stomach, twitching as if begging for more.

Lily turned her head to glance at him, her emerald eyes still glazed with pleasure—until she noticed. Her brows arched in surprise. "James?" she murmured, a slow smirk curling her lips as she reached down, her fingers brushing against his impossibly hard length. "Someone’s eager."

James groaned, his head still swimming from the firewhisky, his body hot and heavy with need. He barely registered Lily’s teasing words—all he knew was the fire in his veins and the relentless ache between his legs. His cock twitched against her fingers, still slick and hard, as if he hadn’t just emptied himself inside her moments ago.

“Fuck,” he slurred, his voice rough with lust and ****. He reached for her blindly, his fingers tangling in her damp red hair as he dragged her mouth to his. The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongues, the taste of whisky and sweat thick between them. Lily moaned into his mouth, her hand tightening around his shaft, giving him a slow, teasing stroke that made his hips jerk.

“You’re still drunk,” she murmured against his lips, though she didn’t pull away. Instead, her thumb swiped over his leaking tip, smearing precum down his length. “And insatiable.”

James growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as he kissed her harder, his tongue pushing past her lips with **** hunger. The **** still burned through his veins, making his movements sloppy but no less demanding. He could feel her smile against his mouth, that wicked little curve of her lips that always drove him mad.

“Then fucking do something about it,” he rasped, his voice rough with need.

Lily laughed, low and throaty, before pulling back just enough to look down at him—her green eyes dark with lust, her swollen lips parted. “Oh, I will,” she purred, shifting her weight until she straddled his hips, her bare thighs pressing against his sides.

James hissed as her wet heat brushed against his cock, her slick folds teasing the throbbing length of him. “Merlin, Lils,” he groaned, his hands moving to grip her waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips.

She didn’t make him wait. Slowly, torturously, she sank down onto him, her breath hitching as he stretched her open once more.