A/N – I can't make promises of posting regularity with this story. It is at the mercy of my work and school schedule. I will say this though, this story is NOT going to be unfinished. Thanks for hanging in there with me. –Snow
WARNING - GRAPHIC
She stood behind him, unmoving. He could smell her arousal, feel the heat from her body. His fingers itched to touch her. He slid his wand from his sleeve and flicked it toward the fire, igniting it with a nonverbal casting. As he turned to face her, Severus gave up any attempt to control himself. He reached for her, his wand still gripped in his hand. He flipped it, briefly considering vanishing her clothing and simply tossing her down. However, he wanted to savor her, relish the unwrapping of this unexpected gift he'd been given. He'd touched her hand briefly in the restaurant and knew her flesh would feel like the silk she wore. He was, despite popular belief, a man of scruples. However those were gone now, banished under the influence of the potion and the greed for her. How long had it been since he'd had a woman writhing beneath him? Too long. Far too long.
He reached for her then, his fingers sliding behind her neck as his lips descended on hers. He'd imagined kissing her earlier that day. But those kisses had been sweet, and gentle in their intention. He'd wanted to revel in her willingness to be near him, in the simple kindness she'd shown in so easily forgiving his slight. But in this moment she was not the sweet crap of a girl he'd been attracted to at the kitchen table. She was his, flesh and bone to be owned, commanded. Her response was instantaneous and thorough. She melted into him, a soft whimper emitting from her as her fingers fisted in his vest. His body strained toward her own and one arm slid around her waist as his fingers greedily plucked at the pins in her hair, sending fine blond lock cascading down her back.
Severus wrapped his fingers in the silken strands, fisting his hand in them to better control her. She didn't resist. He deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, taking the control she so obediently yielded to him. Would she be so willing were it not for the effects they were both under? Somewhere in the back of his mind the answer came to him. Yes. Perhaps not so enthusiastic but certainly this was her nature, just as taking the sweetness she offered was in his.
Fury bolted through him at the mere idea that she might be so willing with someone else. The kiss turned in that instant, from merely insistent, to overtly commanding. As if in silent submission to his change of mood, she pressed her body against his own and answered his touch in silent effort to soothe him. Her fingers loosened from his vest, seeking out the buttons of his shirt. It was when soft fingers touched the bare skin of his chest, diffident and hesitant that his own body responded in kind. It was as if he were possessed, not in control of himself, but only in control of her. It was dangerous ground, ground he would never set foot on in his right mind.
His fingers slid from her hair to grip the fabric of the dress she wore, and in one solid, harsh movement, ripped it open. She tore her lips from his own, startled, staring up at him. He took a step back from her, pushing the ruined fabric from her shoulders to watch as it floated down her body. She was almost completely bared to him and even through the greedy haze of desire he appreciated that body of the woman before him.
She didn't cover herself, instead, her hands were held at her sides, her fingers twitching lightly as she fought the urge to reach for him. It was as if, on instinct, she knew better than to disobey him. He swept his gaze down the line of her body before his eyes landed on her flushed face with a feral grin. She wore only a simple pair of black lace panties beneath. Her breasts were pert and like the rest of her, small and delicate, barely a handful. He reached for her, one large palm cupping one of those pretty mounds, his thumb circling and teasing her nipple to a hard peak. She released a gasp and then a whimper as he flicked his wand, wordlessly sending the lace confection that covered her sliding to the floor. There was an odd vulnerability about her in that moment. And for him, the surge of power at having a naked woman salivating to please him, obey him, was no small source of pleasure.
He dipped his head, taking the mate of that peak his fingers toyed with into his mouth. Her sounds were no longer so soft and she arched her back in an effort to gain more contact as he suckled and teased and nipped at the sensitive bud. He didn't even bother to lift her from her feet and take her to his bed. She was his until the potion ran its course, perhaps even longer. His body strained as he merely took her lips once more and tossed his wand on the bed, undressing without an ounce of shame.
It was not until he had her beneath him in front of the fire on the plush rug that he even realized that he was beyond sanity. He gave a feral smile as he settled himself between her willing, parted thighs and broke his silence for the first time. Her eyes were glazed and needy and as he slid a hand down her belly, he spoke lowly, knowing she could not hear him, but knowing she was watching his face in rapt attention. "You belong to me." He slid one long finger into the dripping core of her body. She was slick and ready. Her hips bucked as she reached for him. He shook his head, his fingers grasping her chin to force her to focus her gaze on him. "Say it. Say it and I'll give you what you need." What he needed. His cock was heavy and hard.
She understood him perfectly, and as he slid a second finger inside her, he relished the moment her eyes fell closed and a groan slid from her throat. "I belong to you." Her body tightened around his fingers and any notion of taking her gently fled. The anger that had haunted him now burned, steady and clear. And the sweet woman, his Elizabeth, whimpered beneath him as he flicked his thumb over her clit. She cried out, her hips bucking. Her eyes opened and she murmured the words in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible. "Please, Severus. Please."
His name on her lips was his undoing. His hand left her and braced on the floor beside her head. The potion sang in his veins as he stared down at her. It was an illusion, wasn't it? He drove into her, sheathing himself fully within her willing, tight body, tearing through the barrier that had protected her virtue. She cried out in pain that was his, in pleasure that was his, and he released a growl of realization. The desire that had called to him, the need to possess her only intensified as he realized, with a dark satisfaction he knew would haunt him when he was, as Minerva had put it, sober once more. The instant he ruptured that sweet part of her, she was his, in a way he'd never considered, even in his darkest moments. No other man would touch her. Ever. Her virgin blood painted the magic that rippled through the room like a creature given life for the first time.
He didn't give her time to adjust to the cruel invasion of her body. He relished that obedience, that submission, even as he felt the first tendrils of the magic that extended beyond the potion began to take hold. He withdrew from her only to thrust back into that tight, slick warmth. He set a brutal, quick pace, unleashing on her the fury of that anger that had begun to burn when he'd realized what Malfoy had done. It was rage; pure, simple, and clean. Her cries turned from pain to pleasure and back again. His fingers buried in her hair as he took what was now his. Elizabeth's body reacted, though whether it was the effects of the potion, the harshness he now treated her with, or her own nature he was discovering that he would stop at nothing to own completely, he didn't know. She whimpered, and cried out beneath him, his name tripping off her tongue as he stared down at her. The more she responded, the more his body demanded he take. And he answered the demand with a violence that should have startled him.
It was not until he felt her body tightening around him, her channel gripping him as if in a silken glove, that he realized she was releasing. Without permission. Darkness unfurled within him as he pounded into her, his body curling over her own as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, that he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, this woman was to be his until the end of his days. His to command. And rebellion would not be tolerated. He lifted his head, his fingers grasping her chin and forcing her to focus her gaze on his face. He spoke the words softly, ensuring she understood each one. "You will never release again without my permission, sweet. I do not tolerate disobedience in what is mine. You are for my pleasure, and only by my leave will you have yours."
Her eyes widened for a moment as he narrowed his gaze and murmured the command quietly, feeling the instant the magic seized him in its grip, irrefutably casting the spell without words, merely that dark, rich intent. It was another reason the potion was so dangerous, one of countless reasons only a fool would employ such means. It would be another thing to regret in the morning. But tonight… tonight there was only power, pure and simple as he drove into her and caught her gaze, his eyes locking with her own. He gave a half-nod of permission and as he felt her body spasming around him and gripping his cock once more as she came, this time crying out helplessly. He hissed the words, knowing she would not hear them, but uttering them clearly. He would doubtless repeat them several times through the night. "You will never deny me your body. You will never deny me the right to what is now mine. Only my seed will fill this sweet cunt." He didn't even care that his words might be downright offensive to her in the morning. He buried himself into her one final time, his cock jerking and twitching as he released himself inside her. Pleasure, intense and blinding, ripped up his spine as his back arched, seeking to bury himself into her as far as he possibly could. "You will never deny me." It was a command and the magic seized it without hesitation. The energy tore through the room, dark, sweet, and delicious. Her little body was wracked as understanding flared in her eyes and she whimpered once more, tears flowing down her pretty cheeks. He knew, even as the last spasms of his cock bathed her in his release that she was now bound to him, as much as he was to her.
He had only intended to take her to dinner and he'd all but enslaved her to him. And that should have disturbed him. But even more dangerous was the fact it did not. It only fed that darkness. He owned her.
As she wept beneath him, he collapsed on top of her, unmoved by her tears. He turned his head, brushing his lips over her cheeks, kissing those tears away. She clung to him as she fought for air, and even as the rush of pleasure finally began to fade, that lust fueled greed seeped in once more. He had barely withdrawn from her and pushed himself into a seated position than his gaze swept over her body. She was not sobbing, there was no anger in her. Only a need that ran so deeply it should have startled him. The sight of her blood smeared over his cock and their mingled release on her thighs only stirred him to life once more.
His fingers traced over her naked hip as he stared down at her. He waited, in silence, as he watched her, this woman he barely knew, but now was bound to in a way he had not seen coming. There was no clarity after taking her. There was only a lingering haze that began to intensify as quickly as it had abated. As his gaze locked to her face, he drank in the sight of her. Her cheeks flushed prettily, her blond hair a mess beneath her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and bruises were forming on her hips where he'd pinned her beneath him.
And yet, even as he surveyed the damage he'd done to her, he couldn't feel anything but that burgeoning need once more. He reached for her, his voice smooth, deep and dark even to his own ears. As he threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged her to her knees, he watched her gaze focused on his lips. "You will never deny me, will you?"
He knew she had understood him the instant she nodded, her lips forming words that were soft and yielding. "Never. I won't deny you." He brushed his lips over her own in reward and then released his grip in her hair, his fingers trailing over her cheeks. A moment later he had spun her and pushed her to her knees. Come morning he would regret, he knew this in that corner of his mind that retained memory and clarity, but couldn't even fight for control, he knew he would regret subjecting her to such things. But in the moment he gripped her hips in a bruising grasp and forced her little body to accept his hard cock once more, he was unable to think of anything but the lush willingness of her body around his own as he began to take her a second time.
Dimly he recalled Draco and Astoria. He'd wondered at the time just how a man could be so cruel to any woman he claimed to care for, to take her virginity and then subject her to such treatment. He now understood, even through his need riddled haze. He tossed his head back, all conscious thought fleeing from him as he reveled in her, joyfully, gleefully, cruelly enjoying the cries she made, the pain that mingled with pleasure as he took her with a violence he'd never unleashed on another person in his life. Her hips moved in tandem with his own, meeting his thrusts in a wanton, sweet way that spoke of her true nature, the nature she hid beneath that icily polite exterior, a nature she was most likely not even aware of.
Severus let his eyes fall closed as he lost himself, let go of the remnants of the war within him and merely… felt.
