... her to be his Alpha, and he would have her in no other manner except voluntarily.
Leaning in, he gently brushed his lips against hers, and was a bit startled when she responded energetically, latching onto his lips with hers forcefully. Perhaps, it wasn’t conviction that had made her hard to sway, it was simply her innate desire to maintain her dignity. Of course, after having admitted her attraction, no such matters trifled her any longer.
She climbed into his lap, kissing him hard, her lips parting his, tongue immediately darting into his mouth to find his. Her fingers threaded into his hair, clutching tightly. He ignored the slight pain, gently taking her into his arms, one hand on her hip, the other stroking her back. She moaned as his hand squeezed on her hip, rutting against him wildly. Gently, he calmed her down, stroking her back.
“Slowly,” he whispered, stroking her hair. She nodded demurely, relaxing in his grip. He lifted her, and set her down on the couch, and stood up. He walked over to Draco, grinning at the look of utter hatred on his face.
Bending down, he cast a silencing charm on him, and with a glint of malice in his eyes, whispered “Have fun watching this, Draco, dear.” He screamed bloody murder, tossing around, but all that was heard was a slight rustling of his clothes. Harry grinned malevolently again, patting his cheek. The...