Those words made Gwyneth's heart quicken. She shook her fingers, letting them fall loose from his neck.... just letting them brush against his warm skin.
"S... Sirius."
"Yes..." Sirius breathed against her neck.
Gwyneth stifled a sound threatening to escape her lips, her body compliant in his embrace. Though every fiber of her being wanted to resist, a strange passivity had overtaken her, an inescapable submission to the magnetic lure of the entity who had ensnared her soul.
He held her like he was looking for comfort.
She, on the other hand, felt no disgust. Rather, she felt intense allure and a burning pleasure...unspoken pleasure.
She did not even realize that her hands had moved to the back of his neck and gripped a few strands of his long hair.
