Oh Merlin. Bella pushed backwards into his chest as he placed kisses down her neck and onto her shoulders. It was a sensation she'd never experienced before; she wasn't embarrassed, but her skin was hot to the touch. She felt the urge to... to do something, but she couldn't quite identify it. She definitely wanted to kiss him, but even as he pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers, she found herself struggling to press herself even closer.
It was desire. She wanted him. She wanted his lips on hers and his hands on her skin. She'd met men in rural muggle downs and snogged them, but this—being pressed close to a man in his own bedroom—was a new type of forbidden. "Good Lord, Jamie. Please," she gasped, tugging down on his shoulders.
It was desire. She wanted him. She wanted his lips on hers and his hands on her skin. She'd met men in rural muggle downs and snogged them, but this—being pressed close to a man in his own bedroom—was a new type of forbidden. "Good Lord, Jamie. Please," she gasped, tugging down on his shoulders.
— MJ is MAGICAL —