Chapter 7

A Love Blossoms

A/N: OK, it took long enough, eh faithful readers? I am terribly sorry for the long wait, I have been extremely busy. Moving into a new house, working, and trying to keep my life pieced together. Here is Chapter Seven, complete and uploaded.

Also, thank you to my luverly werewolf man who continues to inspire my writing. 

Hermione's first.

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I…can't….think….

In five minutes he has turned me from a sensible, rule following, know-it-all into a puddle of desire. Have taken to nibbling at the small exposed part of his neck contentedly as he carries me into his chambers. He smells good, a combination of something I cannot quite place. He smells of male, sandalwood, and a pleasant reminder of the potions ingredients he is exposed to every day. I barely had time to notice the room I had been carried into as he dropped me unceremoniously on the bed. That's when I balked.

"Prof-Severus," I said, "We shouldn't do this."

"Oh no Miss Granger," he said softly, " I gave you your chance." And crawled onto the bed so that he was leaning over me. Even in such an intimate situation a small part of my mind noticed his ability to intimidate. He instructed me to remove my shirt and began unbuttoning his own. Not one for etiquette Professor? I thought, amused. Almost as if he read my mind, he abandoned his now unbuttoned shirt, and leaned down. One of his hands snaked its way into my pants, slipping under the thin material of my panties to caress my own arousal, reminding me that now was about fulfillment, that there would be plenty of time to worry about sensuality later. I hate to admit it, but he was starting to scare me a little. Gone were the onyx eyes I had grown so accustomed to in class; in their place were two orbs that burned with lust and primal instinct.

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There is one circumstance in which I let go of my control- to survive. Yet in less than two months this...female has convinced me to let go, to abandon my control in order to pleasure her. Fine. She wants pleasure? I will provide pleasure past her wildest dreams. There is no need for pretenses, I will worry about making love to her later.

Truth be told, I was a little surprised at how wet she was. Her eyes showed fear, but her body spoke completely of lust. I could see a strong pulse at her neck and paused to lean down to kiss and run my tongue along it. It truly has been far too long since I allowed myself to fulfill the most basic desires of man. I kissed my way across her chest, savoring the feel of her erect nipples under my tongue. My arousal had made itself very known by now, and I quietly shed myself of my trousers.

Encouraged by her moans, I continued my journey southward towards her sex. Gods, she smells wonderful. I ran my hand down her belly, running my fingers through the thatch of curls between her thighs. So warm, wet, and inviting. I lightly stroked one finger against her wet folds, earning another delicious moan. Mm, I wonder if she tastes as good as she looks. I leaned down and lightly trailed my tongue from her navel down through that beautiful patch of hair and inhaled. "Sev-er-us!" she gasped as I blew cool air over her pussy lips. Such a wonderful smell. I flicked my tongue over her clit lightly.

She moaned. I have always enjoyed the sounds a woman makes in pleasure, the gasps and moans elicited when pleasure is given, the feel of a woman's hands grasping your arms and shoulders as you thrust your tongue against her warm sex. The delicious taste of her juices running over your jaw as you thrust your tongue into her entrance. I licked against her clit faster, and my arousal twitched at the sound of my name escaping her mouth. I experimented a little, biting gently around her lips, my jaw working to taste as much of her as I could. Her hips started bucking wildly; it was all I could do to hold her down while I pleasured her.

"Oh gods, Severus, I'm…so…close…please…Gods! Severus!" She screamed her pleasure as she came, muscles pulsing around the fingers I had thrust inside of her. I abandoned holding her down and tried my best to make her orgasm last as long as possible, gently licking and pressing against her, thrusting my fingers into her heat until I felt her body relax. She trembled in the aftershocks of her peak, and I leaned back on my heels, panting to catch my breath.

"H…Hermione." I breathed. "Gods." Her brow furrowed, thinking I meant that as a chastising remark. "You are incredible." Crawling back up the bed I kissed her, replenishing the moisture that had left her mouth. Her eyes opened to gaze up at me with a look of amazement and…I still cannot call it love. I have bedded many witches before, and I grudgingly admit she has occupied my thoughts every moment between the lessons, but I will not say she loves me. Or that I love her.

"Severus. Please…" I could not resist voicing the comment that formed on my lips.

"Yes Ms. Granger?" I breathed.

"Please, make love to me. Make me yours. Please!" she said, and pulled my head down for another burning kiss.

"As you wish." I said simply. Student or not, I am only a man, and this beautiful woman has driven me to insanity and back. I pushed inside her entrance gently, only to be surprised by the feel of her maidenhead. "Hermione, you're-?" My concerns were silenced by a slight nod of her head. "You're sure?" Her only response was to glare at me, fire shining in her eyes. I wasted no more time and thrust into her hard, flinching a little at her cry of pain. Tears pricked her eyes and in an extremely out of character gesture, I gathered her body in my arms, trying to bring some comfort to the pain.

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Foolish girl. I thought I had felt pain before, but it was nothing compared to this. Every nerve was paralyzed with pain, and I was grateful for the feel of his arms around me as I cried. I felt gentle kisses being planted on my face and hands caressing my sides as he urged me to calm down, that the pain will pass.

A minute later, the pain did indeed pass, and I felt my internal muscles relax, stretching to fit his length. He obviously sensed this and withdrew slowly, only to thrust in again. The dull ache was soon replaced by a new sensation. It was familiar, but different. I had experimented by playing with myself to some success, but the feeling of fullness that now occupied my every sense was intoxicating. My eyelids fluttered closed and I could not help but breathe his name every time he thrust into me.

It did not take long for us to both near the height of our arousal.

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She is so tight. Exquisite. I do not know how much longer I can hold out. I began to thrust into her welcoming body as hard as I could, enjoying the feel of her hands on my back, clawing the skin in her haze. My orgasm was swift and unexpected. "Gods! Hermione!" I roared, spurting my seed into her heat.

"Severus!" She screamed suddenly, muscles clamping around my still hard cock. "Gods! Yes!" I held onto her as long as my now exhausted muscles would allow.

"I love you." Two voices sounded simultaneously, and two pairs of eyes snapped open at the declaration.

"You do?" She said.

"I do not know. Unfortunately I cannot speak rationally in such a state, but I do know this. I would like you to stay with me tonight."