Once her shirt had been tugged off, she let her head fall back against the soft wood, focusing only on the soft kisses and his fingers gliding down her body. Each touch and kiss caused a series of moans to escape her. "Ye make me feel beautiful." She whispered softly,her gaze in awe of him,letting her own fingers make a trail along his sides gently. When he found a spot that was sensitive,she bit her lip to control the burning need she felt.
Her fingers slid into his dark locks gently,moaning as he kissed down her chest,loving the slow kisses and how he was taking his time with her. His hands made her shiver and it was obvious by the look on her face. "I love ye too, Harry." She managed to whisper in between moans of pleasure. His touch made her feel more alive than she had been in a long time.