This was what he had been searching for. Merlin, she felt incredible pressed against him. Her body had almost instantaneously molded itself to his while her arms gripped his shoulders tightly and her thighs cradled him. He groaned as she pushed up against him in an attempt to get closer to him. Usually he was the epitome of casual and suave but her eager experience swamped his senses and fed the swirling vortex of his lust which threatened to consume him. She tasted so sweet. The essence of her lips was the gentle rain on a summer's day, crisp, red apples in the fall, and sinfully rich dark chocolate. Who would have guessed Hermione Granger would taste this intoxicating?
Hot. She felt so hot. Heat pooled in her belly. Merlin, she was going to die from it. But it felt so…good.Unlike the persecuted witches of the past she would be happy to expire from the flames licking up her sides if it meant she would get to experience what she thought Blaise was planning. The hungry look in his eyes thrilled her, made her feel beautiful, desirable. Something suddenly clicked in place in her brain. Surely if he wanted her as he had claimed she should be able to stimulate him as well, make him feel as he made her feel? Her lips curved against his as he continued to slowly caress her mouth. She pushed at his shoulder until he sat back.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice roughened and his breathing harsh.
Hermione merely smiled a little feline smile and sat up partially, shrugging off her cloak and letting it fall on the floor.
His eyes gleamed but realizing her intentions he waited, having no desire to stop her.
She removed her tie and wrapped it around his neck.
He tossed back his head to let the offensive Gryffindor colors fall to the floor as Hermione laughed.
"Was that really necessary?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered adamantly. "Firstly, I am a Slytherin after all. Secondly, it was worth it to hear you laugh. You have a beautiful laugh, mia adorata."
A pleasant glow seemed to spread through her body at his words. "Palaverer," she accused teasingly. She then lowered her eyes and stared at him seductively through her eyelashes as her hands went to the buttons of her shirt.
His eyes darkened as she slowly revealed her beautiful, creamy skin to him.
Under his avid gaze, she finished undoing the buttons and her shirt joined her cloak on the floor.
He looked at her reverently almost afraid he would mar her incredible perfection if he were to touch her.
She had no reservations about the matter and her bra quickly joined the other articles of clothing.
His mouth opened and closed noiselessly. "I…Hermione…hell."
Her smile widened as she slowly trailed her fingers up his chest. "I thought you were supposed to be doing the seducing."
He pushed her back against the pillows, his lips finding her neck, eliciting mewls of pleasure from her as she writhed against him.
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