Rose gasped. A shock of pleasure shot through her when Rolf pinched her nipple, his other hand so large, so warm, so… she tightened her legs around his hips and let her toes tickle down the back of his thigh.
The sincerity, honesty, in Rolf’s voice was warming. If she hadn’t known him the way she did, she had no doubt it would be overwhelming; it had been overwhelming when at 16 – when she had returned for her 6th year at Hogwarts and Rolf wasn’t there – she had realised that she had found the one thing she had never believed in: her soul mate as the romantics would call it, though she still preferred the more down to earth other half of her orange. His kiss left her breathless, and all she could do was look up into his face, her fingers carding through his hair as he told her he wanted her. Not just her, but her, and not just sex either. “All of me,” she whispered, then smiled softly. “If you think you can handle it, I want to give you all of me.”