Snape's hand stilled in hers, his fingers curling instinctively around her grasp as if her words had anchored him in place. The raw vulnerability in her whisper hung in the air between them, cracking the rigid facade he so carefully maintained. His dark eyes searched hers, a flicker of surprise giving way to something deeper, hunger, perhaps, or the echo of his own unspoken longing. Without a word, he leaned in again, his free hand sliding to the nape of her neck, pulling her into another kiss that was slower this time, exploratory, as if savoring the taste of her confession. Her grip on his hand tightened, her body shifting in the chair to press against him, the warmth of his robes brushing her skin like a forbidden caress. The office around them faded, all eclipsed by the electric pull of their shared desire.

As the kiss deepened, his other hand trailed down her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist with a deliberate, almost reverent touch. Her breath coming in shallow gasps as he guided himself in front of her, the ancient wood of the chair against her back when he pressed her gently against it. His lips broke from hers only to trail along her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat, where he paused, his breath hot against her skin. With a swift yet hesitant motion, he began to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing the soft green fabric of her underwear beneath, a simple, comfortable set that hugged her curves in a way that made his eyes darken with approval. "Green," he murmured softly and hesitantly as if testing each word before letting it escape his lips. His words sent a shiver through her.

Instead of continuing to undress her further or press himself against her again immediately after unbuttoning some more buttons and revealing more skin from underneath it all - He knelt before her on one knee and looked up at her with an intensity that made every part of him seem like it was on fire with desire but also with a gentleness that was almost tender.

"Can I taste you?" Snape murmured huskily and hesitantly asking for permission before leaning forward and pushing aside one side of those green panties so that she was exposed completely before him. He took a deep breath through his nose inhaling deeply before leaning forward again and pressing his lips gently against that sensitive flesh between legs.

She gasped at first but then let out a soft moan as she felt those lips move slowly and deliberately over every inch of herself - teasingly at times but also with such tenderness that it made all other thoughts fade away until there was nothing left but this moment between them.

The intensity of his touch ignited something primal within her, she arched into him and ran fingers through his hair pulling him closer, wanting more even though she knew what would come next would be just as intense if not more so than what they were experiencing right now.

The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending seemed alive with pleasure every movement sending waves crashing through every part of herself until finally she couldn't hold back any longer and cried out as she came undone completely under his skilled touch.

As she came down from that high Severus looked up at her with those dark eyes filled with satisfaction and something else too, something deeper than just physical desire, something almost tender yet still hungry for more.

He stood up slowly then pulled away from between those legs still glistening wetly from their encounter, leaving behind only warm air where once there had been flesh pressed tightly together.

Snape hesitated, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a vulnerability that softened the sharp edges of his usual intensity. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek, as if seeking reassurance, his voice dropping to a whisper that carried the weight of his unspoken fears. "May I?" he asked, the question trembling on his lips, his gaze searching hers for any sign of hesitation, his body still thrumming with the afterglow of her release. It was a rare moment of gentleness from him, this man who guarded his emotions like a fortress, but in her presence, those walls were cracking, revealing the tender undercurrent of his desire.

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat at the raw sincerity in his eyes, and that simple affirmation seemed to unlock something within him. With deliberate care, he guided her to rose from the chair and for her hand to the fastenings of his robes, his own fingers trembling slightly as they worked together to undo them, layer by layer, until the cool air of the office kissed his exposed skin. His leght strained against the dark fabric of his trousers, hard and insistent, but he paused again, his hand covering hers as she reached for the waistband, his voice a husky murmur. "Tell me what you want," he breathed, his free hand trailing down her side to cup the curve of her breast, thumbing the nipple through the thin green fabric with a feather-light touch that made her arch toward him. The room's dim firelight danced across their bodies, highlighting the contrast of his pale, scarred skin against her flushed warmth, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, a tangible echo of the emotional chasm they were bridging.

"Severus..." she whispered, the formalie dropping, her fingers finally freeing him, Severus let out a low groan, his ecstasy springing free, thick and veined, glistening with his own arousal. He lifted her onto the desk more fully, his movements hurried and reverent, positioning himself between her thighs with a gentleness that belied his urgency. "Like this," he murmured, guiding her hand to wrap around him, his hips pressing forward just enough for her to feel the slick head of his arousal teasing against her still-sensitive folds. The sensation was electric, a slow burn that built with every cautious thrust he allowed himself, his eyes never leaving hers, drinking in the way her body responded, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the soft whimpers escaping her lips. It was more than physical; it was a shared vulnerability, their connection deepening with every of her tender strokes, as if he were asking permission not just for this moment, but for the pieces of his guarded heart he was finally willing to share.

She met his gaze with a depth of trust that mirrored his own vulnerability, her fingers tightening around him as she guided him closer, the slick head pressing insistently against her entrance. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and in that shared breath, Severus felt the last of his defenses crumble, his body aching not just for release but for the profound connection they were forging. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a fervent kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste the sweetness of her surrender, all while his free hand roamed upward, cupping the fullness of her breast raising the fabric. The weight of it in his palm was intoxicating, her nipple hardening under his thumb's gentle circles, and he broke the kiss only to murmur against her skin, "...," his voice rough with awe, as if her body were a revelation he couldn't resist.

Drawn by an irresistible pull, he trailed kisses down the curve of her neck, his lips branding a path to the swell of her breast, where he paused to nuzzle the soft mound, inhaling the faint scent of her skin mixed with the lingering aroma in the air. She arched into him, a low moan vibrating through her as his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking gently at first, then with growing hunger, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak in a way that made her gasp and clutch at his shoulders. She felt good. Her hips bucked against him, urging him onward, and he responded by thrusting slowly inside her, the heat of his stretching her in delicious waves, all while his kisses wandered to her other breast, lavishing it with the same meticulous attention, each lave of his tongue stoking the embers of their shared desire.

As their bodies moved in rhythm, the desk creaking softly beneath them, Severus's eyes locked onto hers once more, his thrusts deepening with a tender urgency that spoke of more than physical need, it was a silent vow, an offering of his guarded heart. He kissed her again, fiercely, their lips crashing together as he buried himself fully, the friction building toward an exquisite peak, her breasts pressed against his chest in a delicious friction that heightened every sensation. In that moment, wrapped in the glow of the firelight and the raw honesty between them, she felt truly seen.

As the waves of ecstasy ebbed into a warm, lingering glow, Severus held her close, his breath ragged against her neck, their bodies still intimately. She clenched around him signaling the near. the slickness of their union coating their skin in a heady mix of sweat and arousal. She traced her fingers along the scars on his back, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the vulnerability in his gaze. Yet, a spark of boldness ignited within her, fueled by the raw honesty of the moment, and she whispered against his ear, "Now, let me take you," her words a tender command that made his dark eyes widen with a mix of surprise and eager surrender.

With a nod that betrayed his guarded heart, Severus eased back, his hands guiding her as he lowered himself onto the nearby chair by the desk, the leather creaking softly under his weight. His arousal stood proud and glistening in the firelight, veins tracing its length like etched promises, as he settled into the seat, his legs parting invitingly. She followed without hesitation, straddling him with a fluid grace, she positioned herself above him. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, as she lowered herself slowly, feeling the head of his tease her entrance once more. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to elicit a low groan from him, and as she sank down fully, the stretch of him filling her anew sent shivers of pleasure rippling through her core.

Their rhythm built gradually, her hips rocking with deliberate intent, riding him in a dance of control and connection that deepened with every upward thrust he met her with. The friction was exquisite, she gripping him tightly, the wet sounds of their joining mingling with the crackle of the fire, while his hands roamed up to cup her breasts. Emotions swirled between them, his intense gaze holding hers, a silent confession of trust, while her movements grew more urgent, chasing the building heat that threatened to consume them both. In this reversal of power, she felt the full weight of his desire, his vulnerability laid bare, their bodies moving as one in a tapestry of sensation and soul-baring intimacy. She rode him with a rhythm that felt both commanding and tender, her hips grinding down in slow, deliberate circles that drew out the exquisite friction of his thickness stretching her inner walls. Each downward motion sent jolts of pleasure radiating from her core, her folds clenching around him like a velvet vise, slick with their shared arousal that made every thrust glide effortlessly deeper. Severus's hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he met her movements with upward bucks, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. The air was thick with the scent of their coupling and she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest that grazed his skin with every sway. His dark eyes, glazed with a mix of raw hunger and unguarded adoration, locked onto hers, silently weaving their souls tighter in this web of vulnerability, as if each shared breath affirmed the depth of their forbidden bond.

She felt the hard length of him pulsing inside her, his cock throbbing with barely restrained need, and in response, she arched her back, offering herself fully to the sensation, her fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer. Severus's lips found her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, his tongue tracing patterns that sent shivers down her spine, all while his hands roamed upward with a reverence that made her gasp. His usual barriers dissolving under the weight of her gaze, revealing the man beneath the mask, desperate and alive in this moment of shared ecstasy.

The crescendo built relentlessly, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, the chair beneath them creaking in protest as she rode him harder, her walls gripping him tighter with every rise and fall. Severus groaned deeply, his hands clinging to her hips to guide her, his own release hovering on the edge, but he held back, savoring the way her pleasure mirrored his, their connection a blaze of physical and emotional fire that lit up the dim office. In that instant, she whispered his name again, a plea and a promise, and he responded with a fierce kiss, their lips crashing together as the waves of bliss crashed over them both, leaving them entwined in the afterglow of their intertwined release.