Dammit, Honor mutters. We thought we had you. Unshed tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked up at me.

He chuckled. ―We would have made quite a pair."

His fingers were grasping at her clothing, desperate to feel her skin, warm and smooth. I need you, he groaned, his mouth moving to her cheek, her jaw, her neck.They twisted and turned away from the window, and Harry found himself leaning up against a door. He took the knob in his hand, turned, and they fell in, stumbling and tumbling, but managing to remain upright.

Where are we? Olivia asked, her breath shaking her body.He shut the door. Locked it. I don’t care.He grabbed her then, pulled her to him. He should have been gentle, he should have been tender. But he was beyond that now. For the first time in his life, he was moved by something beyond his control. He was moved to something he could not resist. His world became nothing but this woman, and their bodies, and showing her, in the most fundamental way possible, how much he loved her.

Harry, she gasped, her body arching against his. He could feel every curve through their clothing, and he had to-he couldn’t stop-He had to feel her. He had to know her.

He said her name, barely recognizing his own voice, grown hoarse with need. I want you, he said. And when she moaned incoherently in response, her lips finding his earlobe as his had done hers, he said it again.

With a shuddering breath, he pulled away from her and took her face in his hands. Do you understand what I’m saying?She needed to get good force. She couldn’t just drop the thing on the floor. She glanced around the room, looking for inspiration. She started to spin.

Please please please.She spun faster and faster, and then-

The teapot hit the wall with a mighty crack, and Olivia, terrified that someone might burst through the door, hopped back to the bed and lay on her back, although how she might explain the broken teapot on the far wall, she had no idea.She held her breath. She started to rise. Her shoes touched the floor and then-