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Chapter Four

He pulled her against him and lifted her into his arms, his hands were firm under her thighs and her hips were gloriously thrust against his. He carried her to the bed as she ran her tongue across the skin of his neck, nibbling as she went and revelling in the groan he let out at her touch.

She relaxed onto the bed sheets beneath her, taking a moment to thank the stars that she'd changed the sheets that morning. She knew that after tonight the only thing she would smell on them would be him.

He was hovering over her, stealing sweet kisses from her lips and resting on one hand as he used the other to slowly undo the tiny buttons on her ridiculous top.

"Tell me to stop if you want to stop."

"Stop? Are you insane?"

It wasn't until she saw his smirk that she realised she'd spoken out loud. Where once she would have been embarrassed at her outburst now she just giggled into his shoulder.

"Sorry, I think my internal monologue's broken."

He kissed down the side of her neck as he peeled the silk from her shoulders, his hot breath on her skin and his wondering lips combined with the feel of his strong, beautiful hands on her skin. The combination left her feeling lightheaded.

"Good, turn it off. I want to hear you, Hermione."

She was almost bare to his touch not, with only her bra separating them. Before she had time to realise what he was doing the clasp at the front snapped open and his eyes blazed as he gazed down at her.

"I want to hear what I'm doing to you."

His thumb grazed her nipple as he kissed his way across her chest, determined but steady giving her time to stop him if she wanted. She appreciated the motives behind his actions but she was getting impatient, he was so close... so close.

"Remus..." she moaned his name as he finally ran his tongue across her breast, taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging ever so gently.

"I want to hear you moan my name, just like that, over and over again."

He was still moving so gently and his kindness was killing her. She could feel the tension in his body as he tried to keep himself in check and the thought of what he would be like if he ever broke through his restraint sent a jolt straight to the core of her.

Without thinking about it she began to rock her hips into hers, ever so gently at first and then more firmly as she felt the heat between them.

He stopped his gentle kisses and nips and took a moment to rest his head against her heaving chest, she heard him swallow and wasn't at all surprised at the word of warning.

"Hermione..."

"You're holding back."

It wasn't a question, it was statement. He was holding back and they both knew it, the only difference was that he thought this was what she wanted. She hadn't been wrong when she'd analysed her actions against the door, she wanted to be his, to be taken. She wanted this strong, gorgeous hot blooded man to make her his, and his completely. And she wanted all of him.

"Don't hold back, Remus." She murmured into his neck, delighting in the feel of his hips pressing into hers, stronger this time, harder, she was breaking through.

"Make me yours, Remus. Take me and make me all yours..."

Another thrust against her, this time coupled with the feel of his hand grasping her hip firmly, pulling her up to meet him.

"...please."

And that, thank Merlin, was all that he needed.

With a growl he flipped them over, pulling her hips down to meet his as she straddled him. His hands rose to grasp at her breasts, it was rough now, rough and feral and she loved it.

The arch of her back as she pushed into his hands gave him all the encouragement he needed and his let one hand fall to her arse, squeezing and kneading her in the most brazen of ways.

His lips were trailing fire, from her lips to her neck, her collar bone, across her shoulders. He pushed against her shoulders and she arched her back even more for him, feeling her long hair swing against her back and his teeth tug against her nipple once more.

He was far too overdressed she realised with a start, and her fingers flew to her the buttons of his shirt, fumbling in her haste and then giving up all pretence of patience and simply ripping it off him.

He chuckled at her impatience and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Remus Lupin, don't you think for one second you're the only one who's been dreaming about this."

He pulled her towards him and as she leaned in eagerly for another hungry kiss he surprised her by cradling her face in his hands and moving forward slowly.

"I have dreamt about it, Hermione. For two years I've dreamt about this."

His lips were soft on hers, soft and hot and full of promises.

"But nothing in this earth or the next could have prepared me for how it feels to know you like this."

He lifted her slightly and pushed her down onto the bed again. His kisses were gentle and his hands were smoothing over her body. It was back to slow and torturous again, but this time there was no restraint, he wasn't holding back, he was loving her.

He whispered sweet words into her ear as she felt the button of her jeans pop. He laved the skin of her neck with his tongue and then blew against the same patch of skin as she felt the zip run lower, and lower.

He kissed her lips as she raised her hips to help him slide her trousers down, all the time one hand was tangled in her hair and his eyes were burning into hers.

She heard the sound of her jeans hitting the floor and was suddenly conscious that she was all but naked in front of the man she loved. What would he make of her?

But she needn't have worried, as she blushed self consciously he gave her a smirk which bordered on her leer and ran his eyes down her body, fixing his sight for a moment on the small scrap of lace at the apex of her thighs.

She didn't need to hear his growl to know that the gentle Remus was gone again, she'd been feeling the burn of impatience herself and as he ripped her pants from her she took a moment to delight in the way they complimented each other. They needed the same things at the same time, force or feather light, slow, leisurely kisses and long drawn out touches or the feel of skin rubbing skin, of heat growing and voices tangling their promises into the night.

Given the chance she may have frozen now, for the first time she was completely naked in front of a man and as Remus pushed her thighs apart she was spread open to him. His hand rested against her inner thigh, so close but yet so far and she felt herself begin to tense at the threat of the unknown.

But while she may have been the cleverest Witch of her generation he was no slouch himself and, as ever, he knew just what she needed.

At the first touch of his fingers against her hot flesh, she hissed against his lips.

"Oh God..."

Merlin, but he was talented. Well she assumed he was, she didn't really have anyone to compare him too. But she had read enough, and heard enough to know that a man did not usually have you writhing against his hand within 10 seconds of his first touch.

He was drawing small circles against her and every motion added another drop of oil to the flames which were burning inside her. The moon flooded her room with its eerie light and for a startling moment she caught a glimpse of the wolf behind his eyes.

But it didn't frighten her. Instead some hidden, unknown piece of her cried out to his second self and she spread her legs even further, pushed against him more desperately.

His hand was moving faster and she was being driven higher, hotter;

"More... more... please..."

And then it was gone and she could have screamed in frustration, she was considering the merits of screaming when his words interrupted her.

"I want to taste you." He whispered, his face now level with her belly button and his eyes glinting slightly amber in the silver light.

"Wh... what?" She wasn't surprised at the stutter, more that she could form coherent words at all.

"I want to taste you, I've thought about it, all this time, how you'd taste." He inched down towards her centre and blew against the heat he found there.

The jolt she felt far outweighed the slight tremor of nerves and his words came back to her;

"I promise I'll make it good for you."

Everyone knew Remus Lupin was a man of his word.

The feel of his lips against her thigh made her more wanton then she would ever have imagined herself to be. She threw her head back against the soft pillows and raised her hips towards his face, beseeching, first with actions, and then with words.

"Please Remus... please... do something... anything... I need... I need..."

"Shh, love." He whispered, his tone was tender but carried an underlying roughness which gave rise to the image of him buried deep inside her, making her his.

"I know what you need."

Oh... sweet... Merlin.

The shudder started deep inside her and broke out in waves across her body as she grasped at whatever she could find. One hand clasped his head to her body and the other clawed at the sheets underneath her.

It built up, higher and higher, stronger and stronger until she was moaning unintelligible words into the night air.

And then it broke, with a gasp and a moan from her, and a deep resonating growl from him as he lapped at her until she couldn't take any more of him and used her heel to push against his shoulder.

He kissed his way up along her body, delighting in the tremors of aftershock which coursed through her, and the way her damp skin felt so warm against his lips.

His eyes were full of lust but his lips were full of love as he kissed her and she began to feel the energy coming back to her limbs. Merlin, she had never known it would feel like that, she'd never guessed she would welcome the feel of being so out of control.

And now she wanted more... more and more and more, forever. She wanted all of him, the good, and the bad, everything he had to offer her for as long as she could have it. And looking at him now she let herself believe, finally, that he might just feel the same way about him.

Still, they could talk about that later. Now there were more touches, more tastes, more feelings to have.

He had tried so hard not to push her, to rush her. It had never occurred to him that in the end it would be her pushing him.

But when she'd moved against him and begged him to let go he'd felt the reserve he'd always had to show around her finally break. There would be bruises against her skin where he'd grasped at her like a drowning man, he knew that in the morning she would compare the hand prints on her thighs and hips with the deep blue purple of the love bites he'd left across her chest and neck.

And she didn't seem to care, at all. Tonks had always made efforts to calm him down when he'd become 'too rough'. The sex had been good, he wouldn't lie, but she'd never fully welcomed the more aggressive side of him, whatever sex kitten persona she'd hidden behind. Hermione had not only welcomed that side of him, she'd pursued it. And she'd kept up with him, so far anyway. He smiled against her lips as she remembered the determination and hunger in her eyes as she'd ripped his shirt open and run her nails across his chest.

But he was unsure how to proceed. Would he finally scare her if he came on as strong as he ached to? Would she look at him the same way afterwards?

She was slim underneath him, slim but not thin. He body rose and fell just as he'd dreamed it would and he realised that even when he'd first seen a naked woman it hadn't been this exciting. She was extraordinary. For a moment he shivered as he realised just how lucky he was that she'd waited for him all this time. It could have turned out so differently. All it would have taken was one man to turn her head and she would have been lost forever.

Well there would be no losing her now, he'd split his family apart to have her and he'd move heaven and earth to keep her.

He felt her shift against his cock as it lay against her thigh and all thoughts if 'what if' and 'maybe' flew from his head.

He growled against her and felt himself harden still as she pushed her body closer against his.

Well this was it, now or never. She was hot and wet against him and he pushed himself against her, so desperate to feel her close around him.

And then he was inside her, and he saw the flinch in her eyes as he tore through the final frontier. He stilled inside her for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to him and, more selfishly, revelling in the feel of finally being enveloped in the warm grasp of this beautiful Witch. Her chest was flushed in the half light and her parted lips were wet and welcoming as he pressed his own against them. For a moment he really believed there was nothing on earth which mattered apart from the two of them, in that small, neat bedroom, and the way her eyes held nothing but trust. Trust and desire...

It was a matter of seconds before he felt her shift against him and without warning she wrapped her legs around him, pushing him deeper inside her. Her eyes shone as he clasped her hands above her head and drew himself away from her before slowly thrusting back. She tried to move against him, to set the pace herself and he didn't miss the way she bit her lip in delight as he took control again.

"Patience is a virtue, Hermione."

He'd always wondered if her bossiness carried over into the bedroom, and he was delighted to see this new side of her; a side which enjoyed being dominated, this new part of her which was submissive without being meek, obedient but not unquestioning.

He was a dominant man, for all his quiet ways those who knew and loved him, or in some cases feared him, knew that he was a man who liked to be in control. In some cases dominance had been thrust upon him; when Albus had died he had been the logical choice to take control of the operation and he had carried the burden as best he could.

But when it came to sex he'd always liked to have the upper hand. Nothing could have prepared him for just how well they fit together. The thought of the hours and days and hopefully years they had ahead of them to experiment and learn about each other suddenly threatened to carry him away, and he spent a very serious moment focusing on the memory of his grandmothers stockings, in an effort to avoid the inevitable humiliation which would come with the lurid images flittering through his mind.

This woman would be the death of him, in the best possible way.

It could have been minutes, hours or days, but all he knew is that he was suddenly holding nothing back and she was with him, her body shook in time with his and her nails scraped deliciously across his back. She urged him on and on until with one moment of startling clarity he was aware of her soft eyes, lit with passion and... was it...? Could it be...?

"I love you, Remus."

One quiet whisper into his shoulder was all it took to map all the rest of the days of his life.

"You, me, together... always?"

"Yes."