· 11 min read
Tempted by Time - part 2
“You’ve become a regular fixture at Tom’s side, a fact that both worries and excites you.” You think back on how often you find yourself in his company – sharing meals, walking through the enchanting grounds of Hogwarts, engaging in intellectual discussions.
There is an undeniable spark between you two, but it remains unspoken as your friendship deepens.
In these moments together, you’re not just a witch on a mission; you are simply a young woman caught up in the thrill of connection and discovery.
You feel your heart race when his hand accidentally brushes against yours or when he leans in to whisper something into your ear.
It’s as if your very being is drawn to him, despite the knowledge that he will one day become the infamous Voldemort.
It isn’t long before the tension between you reaches a fever pitch.
“Tom’s hand accidentally brushes against yours, and a jolt of electricity shoots through you.” His eyes widen for a moment as your skin touches, then he quickly pulls back, leaving you both breathless.
The air grows thick with desire as you glance at each other, wondering if the other feels it too.
In an attempt to break the tension, you continue talking about mundane subjects – classes, friends, and shared experiences.
But the energy between you is undeniable; every brush of fingers sends a shiver down your spine, every glance holds more weight than mere words ever could.
The question lingers in the back of your mind: how much longer can you resist this magnetic attraction?
As you walk through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts one evening, Tom suddenly stops and turns to face you.
“You’re different,” he murmurs, his gaze intense and searching.
You swallow hard, trying not to let your growing desire show on your face.
“In what way?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
Tom steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks.
“I don’t know…there’s something about you that intrigues me.” A shiver runs down your spine as his breath ghosts over your face, stirring the small hairs on your neck.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize just how close you are to crossing a dangerous line.
You both take a step back, breaking the spell of the moment.
“I’m not so different,” you say, attempting to lighten the mood with a smile.
But Tom’s eyes remain serious as he replies, “I think you are.” You exchange a few more words before parting ways, but the tension between you remains unresolved.
Back in your room, your heart pounding and your mind a whirlwind of thoughts about Tom, you try to make sense of your growing feelings.
Your mission is clear: understand Tom Riddle and help prevent him from becoming Voldemort.
But as you lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling, you can’t ignore the mounting attraction between you two.
“I can’t afford to fall for him,” you tell yourself, even as your heart argues otherwise.
The conflict within you intensifies; a part of you longs to give in to this passion while the other reminds you of the importance of your mission.
As sleep claims you at last, dreams of Tom fill your mind – his touch, his smile, and the dangerous allure that surrounds him like a dark cloud.
The next day arrives, and with it comes your determination to maintain your distance from Tom, to keep your mission in mind.
But as you catch glimpses of him throughout the day, the memory of those electric moments lingers within you – an undeniable force that threatens to consume both heart and mind.
“You’re losing the battle against your feelings for Tom, and it scares you.” You think back on how often you find yourself in his company – sharing meals, walking through the enchanting grounds of Hogwarts, engaging in intellectual discussions.
The undeniable spark between you two remains unspoken as your friendship deepens, but the tension is palpable.
As the days pass, it becomes increasingly difficult to resist Tom’s allure.
Every brush of fingers sends a shiver down your spine, every glance holds more weight than mere words ever could.
You find yourself constantly wondering what his lips would feel like against yours, what secrets his body hides beneath those robes.
“In a moment of weakness, you let Tom pull you into a secluded corner, his lips hovering over yours.” The anticipation is almost unbearable as your hearts race in sync and your breaths mingle.
In this stolen moment, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you caught in an electric haze.
Tom leans in closer still, his lips mere centimeters from yours, when suddenly, a voice in your head screams for caution.
You realize that giving in to this desire could jeopardize everything – not just your mission but also the very fabric of time itself.
With a tremendous effort of will, you manage to pull away from Tom, leaving him stunned and confused by your sudden change of heart.
“Why did you pull away?” Tom asks in a low voice, full of desire and frustration.
Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, neither of you can look away.
The fire smoldering within both of you is almost tangible now, but the barrier between your worlds remains firmly in place.
Your conversation with Tom after that is fraught with tension as both of you struggle to articulate what just happened and why.
You give vague excuses about not wanting to complicate things or hurt others, but it’s clear that neither of you fully believe the words coming out of your mouths.
The disappointment in Tom’s eyes is almost too much to bear, and part of you wants nothing more than to rush back into his arms and let yourself be swept away by passion.
But as always, the weight of responsibility remains heavy on your shoulders – a constant reminder that there are greater forces at play here.
“You’re back in your room, your body aching for Tom’s touch.” The memory of his lips so close to yours is a persistent temptation, and the need for release grows stronger with every passing moment.
Your longing for him is overwhelming now, leaving you desperate for any kind of physical contact that might help ease this unbearable tension.
As night falls and sleep claims you at last, dreams of Tom fill your mind – his touch, his smile, and the dangerous allure that surrounds him like a dark cloud.
You toss and turn restlessly as your body yearns for the fulfillment that only he can provide.
In the stillness of the night, you make a decision: “Tomorrow, I’ll let myself feel,” you whisper to yourself, your heart pounding with anticipation.
The thought brings both excitement and fear – what will happen if you give in to this overwhelming passion?
Will it consume you completely or bring you closer together than ever before?
The next day arrives, bringing with it a newfound determination to explore the depths of your feelings for Tom.
Despite the risks involved, you know that denying these emotions will only cause more suffering in the long run.
It’s time to face this attraction head-on and see where it leads – even if that means walking through fire to do so.
As you make your way towards Tom, your heart flutters with anticipation of what might happen next.
You find him alone in a deserted corridor, the perfect place for an intimate encounter.
Your eyes meet his, and there’s no need for words as you both silently acknowledge the electricity that lies between you.
Without hesitation, Tom reaches out to touch your face, his fingers tenderly tracing the line of your jaw.
You lean into his touch, reveling in the warmth and comfort it brings.
Your lips meet in a passionate kiss – one that ignites a fire within both of you that has been long-suppressed.
The world around you disappears as you lose yourself in Tom’s embrace.
His hands roam your body, exploring every curve with a hunger that matches your own.
Your fingers intertwine with his, the heat between you becoming too much to bear.
As your lips part, you whisper one word: “Now.” The intensity of desire is at its peak now, and there’s no turning back from this moment of reckless abandon.
Tom leads you into an empty classroom nearby, closing the door behind him with a decisive click.
There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he locks the door, ensuring your privacy for what is about to come.
In this secluded space, you finally let go of all inhibitions – allowing yourself to feel and experience every sensation that Tom elicits within you.
Your clothes are shed quickly, leaving nothing between you but skin on skin.
The sight of him – naked and vulnerable before you – is enough to make your knees weak with desire.
Tom’s hands explore every inch of your body, his lips trailing a burning path down your neck and across your chest.
Your breath catches as he takes one nipple into his mouth, flicking it gently with his tongue before suckling on it with increasing fervor.
Pleasure shoots through you like lightning, leaving you craving more of his touch.
Your fingers slip down his body, tracing the muscles of his abdomen and teasing the growing bulge in his pants.
You can feel his arousal pulsing against your hand as you finally release it from its confines.
His cock springs free, hard and throbbing with need – a sight that sends a jolt of desire through your entire being.
You take him into your mouth, savoring the taste of him on your tongue as you tease the sensitive tip with gentle flicks of your tongue.
Tom moans in pleasure, his hands tangled in your hair as he guides you deeper onto his shaft.
Your lips slide along his length, taking him all the way to the back of your throat before pulling away slowly, milking every last drop of pleasure from him.
As you continue to explore each other’s bodies, Tom takes your hand and leads you over to a desk nearby.
He positions you on top, your legs spread wide as he kneels between them.
His eyes lock onto yours as he slides one finger into your wet heat, gently circling your clit with expert precision.
You moan in pleasure, the sensations coursing through you becoming more intense by the second.
Tom adds another finger, slowly stretching and teasing you until you’re on the verge of shattering.
He knows exactly how to make you lose control – a fact that only heightens your arousal.
When he finally enters you with his cock, it feels like coming home.
The friction between your bodies is almost unbearable as he begins to move within you, each thrust driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
You wrap your legs around him, urging him onwards as he pumps in and out of your tight heat.
Your orgasm builds steadily, like a wave crashing towards shore, threatening to consume you completely.
Tom’s thrusts become faster, harder, more insistent – driving you higher with each powerful movement.
As the climax finally hits, it feels like an explosion ripping through your entire body.
Your muscles clench around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you breathless and shaking in his arms.
Tom follows shortly after, letting out a deep groan as he spills himself inside you – the warmth of his release mixing with yours.
In this moment, there are no thoughts of tomorrow or consequences.
Just the two of you, caught up in an unstoppable force that threatens to consume everything in its path.
It’s only when your breathing finally returns to normal that reality begins to set back in – the weight of your choices and their potential repercussions becoming all too clear once more.
But for now, you allow yourself this moment of pure passion and connection with Tom.
You’ve crossed a line from which there is no going back, and only time will tell where this journey leads – whether it’s to destruction or salvation, together or apart.
All you know for certain is that you would not trade these moments shared between the two of you, even if it means facing the unknown ahead.
As Tom kisses you gently on the forehead and pulls you close, you realize that whatever comes next, at least you’ll face it together – bound by a love that knows no boundaries or rules, forged in fire and carried through time itself.