"Unbridled Passion"

The scent of sweat and desire still hung in the air, a potent reminder of the unbridled passion that had consumed them just moments before. Draco's chest heaved, his lungs still struggling to draw in enough oxygen as he gazed up at Harry with a mixture of awe and adoration. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and his voice was husky from his ragged breathing. "Harry," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat. Harry's gaze locked onto Draco's, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that seemed to see right through to the younger man's very soul. He smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips that sent shivers down Draco's spine. "Yes, love?" he rumbled, his voice low and husky. Draco's eyes fluttered closed, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as he searched for the words to express the emotions swirling within him. "You...you were so rough," he panted, his voice rising to a near-shriek as he recalled the intensity of their lovemaking. Harry's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Rough?" he repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Is that what you're looking for, Draco? Rough and raw and unbridled?" Draco's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Harry's as he nodded frantically. "Yes, yes, that's exactly it," he exclaimed, his voice growing louder with each passing moment. "You were so fierce, so possessive...I've never felt so alive." Harry's laughter was low and rumbling, a sound that seemed to vibrate through every cell in Draco's body. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Draco's ear as he whispered, "You're mine, Draco. All mine. And I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel alive." Draco's response was a strangled cry, his body arching up off the bed as Harry's words sent shivers down his spine. He was on the verge of tears, his emotions raw and exposed, but he couldn't help the way he felt. "Harry, please," he begged, his voice cracking with emotion. "I need to hear it. I need to know that you love me, that you want me." Harry's lips claimed Draco's, his kiss fierce and possessive as he growled, "I love you, Draco. I want you. I need you. You're mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe." Their lips parted, and Draco gazed up at Harry with tears streaming down his face. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice barely audible. But Harry wasn't having it. He wanted to hear more, to know that Draco felt the same way. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice low and husky. "Tell me how you feel." Draco's face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his eyes locked onto Harry's as he exclaimed, "I love you, Harry! I love you so much it hurts. You're my everything, my reason for living." Their gazes remained locked, the air thick with tension as Harry smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips that sent shivers down Draco's spine. "I'm yours, Draco," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "All yours."