She lifted her head slowly, her limbs heavy and languid. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her face and neck, and she knew her makeup-what little she wore since becoming a gorgeous devil-was likely smudge. But she didn't care.
She looked down at Harry, seeing the satisfied smirk on his handsome face.
"You... are incredible," she whispered, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to his damp forehead. "My King."
Harry opened one eye, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "And you, Professor Black," he murmured, his voice rough and deep, sending a fresh shiver through her, "are a very naughty teacher."
Narcissa laughed. She shifted, feeling him soften slightly inside her, though he didn't slip out. She tightened her muscles around him one last time, just to remind him where he belonged.
"Only for you, Harry," she promised, resting her head back on his chest, listening to the world settle around them. "Only ever for you."
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