Chapter 2

Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!

Kingsley's hands moved to the front of her robes, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons one by one. Molly's breath quickened, anticipation building as the cool air hit her skin. She knew she should stop, knew that once they crossed this line, there would be no going back. But the thought of stopping seemed impossible. She didn't want to stop.

As the last button came undone, Kingsley pushed her robes open, his hands sliding over her bare skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her. His mouth found hers again, more urgent this time, more demanding, and Molly responded with equal fervor, her hands slipping under his robes, feeling the heat of his body beneath.

She could feel the tension in him, the control he was barely holding on to. His kisses were rougher now, more insistent, and Molly's heart raced as she realized just how much he wanted her. Just how much she wanted him.

Her hands found the hem of his robes, tugging them up, needing to feel more of him, to strip away the barriers between them. Kingsley growled softly against her lips, helping her, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it aside.

Molly's breath hitched as she ran her hands over his bare chest, the hard muscles beneath her fingers making her pulse race. Kingsley's hands were on her again, sliding under her robes, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, her hips, as he pulled her closer.Molly's fingers fumbled at Kingsley's trousers, her desperation mingling with a fiery need she hadn't felt in years. The heat between them grew unbearable, her skin tingling under his touch as he guided her hands, helping her strip away the remaining barriers between them. She could feel his breath quicken against her neck, each exhale sending shivers down her spine.

Kingsley pressed his body against hers, and Molly gasped at the sensation of his warmth, his strength. Her back arched instinctively as his hands roamed her body, sliding her robes down her shoulders and letting them fall to the floor in a heap. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat of Kingsley's touch.

She looked up at him, eyes meeting his, and for a moment, there was nothing but the silent understanding between them—no words needed, just the unspoken hunger, the years of unacknowledged desire that now burned with a relentless intensity. His gaze darkened, filled with a passion that sent another jolt of electricity through her.

With a low growl, Kingsley's lips crashed into hers again, more forceful this time, more demanding. Molly's hands slid up his chest, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders as she pulled him closer, her body arching into him. She couldn't get enough. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body alive with sensations she hadn't experienced in what felt like a lifetime.

His hands were everywhere—exploring, teasing, stroking. Each touch ignited her skin, setting fire to the desire simmering just beneath the surface. He lifted her effortlessly, and she felt the cool surface of the counter press against her back as Kingsley pinned her there, his body hovering over hers, his breath hot and ragged in her ear.

"Molly," he whispered, his voice thick with need. It wasn't a question. It was a plea, a raw, unfiltered desire that made her pulse race even faster.

Her name on his lips sent a rush of heat through her, her body responding to him with an urgency she could no longer suppress. She let out a soft moan, her hands sliding up the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss her again, hard and fierce, her fingers threading through his hair as she surrendered to the moment.

Kingsley's hands found her thighs, his fingers sliding up her legs, pushing the last of her undergarments aside. Molly's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling under his touch. Every nerve in her body was on edge, every inch of her skin alive with anticipation. She could feel his restraint slipping, his control faltering as he pressed himself against her, his need for her as intense as her own.

Molly's hands slid down his back, tugging at his trousers, pushing them down. Kingsley groaned as the last of his clothes fell to the floor, his body pressing flush against hers. She felt the hard heat of him against her, sending another surge of longing through her.

Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her body aching for more. Kingsley's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned himself over her, his breath hot against her lips as he kissed her again, rougher, more desperate.

Their bodies moved together, the world outside fading into nothingness as they lost themselves in each other. Molly's mind went blank, her thoughts overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her—Kingsley's touch, his weight pressing her into the counter, the raw intensity of their connection.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her back arching as Kingsley groaned against her skin, his breath ragged and uneven. Every movement, every touch, sent sparks of pleasure through her, building and building until she felt like she might explode.

And then, with a suddenness that left her gasping, Kingsley slowed, his hands cradling her face as he kissed her softly, tenderly. The change in pace took her by surprise, and she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his gaze intense, almost reverent.

"Molly," he whispered again, this time softer, his voice filled with a depth of emotion she hadn't expected.

She felt her heart clench at the way he looked at her, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered, like she was something precious. It wasn't just desire in his eyes—it was something more, something deeper, and it made her chest tighten with a mix of longing and fear.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the weight of the moment settling between them. Molly's breath came in shallow gasps, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their passion, but her mind was spinning, torn between the desire to keep going and the sudden realization of what they were doing.

But Kingsley didn't let her think for long. He kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate, his hands sliding down her sides, caressing her in a way that made her head spin all over again. Molly's mind raced, her body caught between the throes of pleasure and the emotional weight of what this meant.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pulled him closer, her lips parting to let him in, their kiss deepening once again as they surrendered to the inevitable.

Kingsley's hands roamed her body, exploring her with a tenderness that made her heart ache, and Molly found herself lost in him, in the feel of him, the weight of him, the undeniable connection between them. Every touch, every kiss, sent her spiraling deeper into a state of pure bliss, her body and soul entwined with his in a way that left her breathless.

And just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Kingsley's hands moved with renewed purpose, sliding down her waist to grip her thighs, pulling her hips closer to him with a raw, unrestrained need. Molly gasped, her nails digging into his back as her body responded instinctively to his touch, the fire inside her reigniting with a fierce intensity.

She had never felt like this before—not even in the early years of her marriage, when everything had been new and exciting. This was different. This was Kingsley—strong, commanding, yet so tender in the way he held her, touched her, as if she were something he couldn't bear to let go of. It stirred something deep within her, something she hadn't known she was missing until now.

He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her, and Molly melted into him, her heart racing, her body trembling beneath him. She could feel the tension building between them, the heat radiating from his skin to hers, and it felt like they were on the edge of something unstoppable.

Kingsley's lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin, and Molly's head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she surrendered completely to him. His hands gripped her hips tighter, holding her firmly in place as he pressed himself against her, his need for her palpable in every movement, every kiss.

And then, with a sharp inhale, Molly felt the world around her slip away entirely, her body responding to his in a way that left her breathless, lost in the sheer intensity of the moment. It was as if every touch, every kiss, every whispered breath between them was igniting something inside her, something she had long forgotten—the feeling of being wanted, truly wanted, for herself and nothing else.

Kingsley's voice was a low, guttural whisper in her ear. "Molly…"

Her name, spoken in that deep, velvety tone, sent a shiver down her spine, and she arched into him, her body craving more. She could feel his breath quickening, matching hers, and with every movement, their bodies seemed to fuse, the space between them disappearing completely.

Molly's hands moved restlessly over his back, pulling him closer, urging him on. She had forgotten what it felt like to want someone this much, to feel so alive in another person's arms. Kingsley's touch was electrifying, his kisses leaving trails of heat wherever they landed, and every part of her body seemed to hum with anticipation, with desire.

His lips found hers again, harder this time, more desperate, and Molly responded in kind, her body moving against his as they lost themselves in each other. She could feel the tension building, rising like a tide that couldn't be stopped, and with every breath, every touch, they were drawn deeper into the whirlwind of their desire.

Her mind raced, torn between the sheer pleasure of the moment and the quiet voice in the back of her head—the voice that whispered of Arthur, of her children, of the life she had built and the vows she had taken. But right now, that life seemed distant, a shadow compared to the blazing fire of passion she felt in Kingsley's arms.

His hands slid down her sides, gripping her thighs as he pulled her even closer, and Molly's breath caught in her throat as she felt the last of her restraint shatter. She kissed him harder, her fingers tangling in his hair, and Kingsley groaned against her lips, the sound sending a thrill through her that made her shiver with anticipation.

And then, without warning, the world around them seemed to explode into color and sensation. Molly's body trembled beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Kingsley moved against her, each touch, each kiss, driving her closer to the edge.

She felt his hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer, holding her in place as they moved together, the tension between them building higher and higher until it felt like they might both come undone at any moment.

Molly's head fell back, her eyes squeezing shut as she gave herself over completely to the moment, to him. Every nerve in her body was on fire, every touch, every kiss, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel Kingsley's breath hot against her skin, his body pressed firmly against hers, and with each passing second, the tension between them grew more intense, more desperate.

She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as he kissed her again, harder this time, more insistent. The sound of their breathing filled the room, ragged and uneven, as they moved together, each touch, each kiss, sending sparks of pleasure through her that made her head spin.

And then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, Kingsley's movements slowed, his hands cradling her face gently as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with something deeper than desire. It was the same look he had given her earlier, that same intense, almost reverent gaze that made her heart ache.

"Molly," he whispered again, his voice rough with emotion, and she could see the raw intensity in his eyes, the unspoken connection that went beyond the physical.

She opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she pulled him down into another kiss, her fingers threading through his hair as she let herself get lost in him once more. There was no need for words now—everything she wanted, everything she needed, was in this moment, in his touch, in his kiss.

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Ginny stared at the large underpants for a moment, dumbfounded. Her mouth fell open, and she let out a disbelieving laugh. "Oh, Mum…"

Just as she muttered the words, the door to the garden swung open, and Molly Weasley breezed in, humming softly as she set a basket of herbs down on the counter. Without breaking stride, Molly glanced at Ginny and the offending garment dangling from her hand. "Oh, good, you found them."

Ginny blinked, her jaw practically hitting the floor. "Mum! What... why... are Kingsley's underwear in our kitchen?"

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