Chapter 11

Before Hermione had finished gasping out an affirmative, Tom's lips had crashed into hers. With no finesse, no grace, just raw passion, his jaw forced her mouth open and his tongue plunged inside. Hermione moaned in heady bliss. Nothing had ever felt this primal, this… necessary.

She tilted her head to the side, allowing their kiss to deepen, and responded eagerly to the kiss. If Tom had expected to dominate this kiss he had been wrong, she would fight him for it. All the times she had kissed before this had been lacking in intensity, had been soft and tender. But this passion was laced with a brutality Hermione hadn't realised she would enjoy, would crave.

Hermione's hands wound desperately into Tom's midnight hair as if to stop him from escaping the heart-pounding kiss. His hands, one of which still held her wand, were braced on the cold chamber wall behind her. She wanted them running all over her body, tangling in her hair, sneaking under her robe but didn't know how to make him do so. She could have asked but something told her that he would have ignored the request.

Instead she would try and make him lose control, as caught up in the passion as she was. So caught up she no longer cared that they were enemies. Her hands slid from his hair, over his broad shoulders and down to his waist, her nails clutching desperately at his hips. Before he could figure out her intentions and take control- as she had no doubt he would try to do- she tightened her grip and jerked his hips forwards. His hard, pants-clad erection slammed into her and she moaned at the decadence. Tom pulled back from the kiss and stared down at her, his eyes deep, dark and seductive.

"Here?" He asked, his voice laden with arousal as he glanced around the chamber. A small smile curled up the corners of those wickedly talented lips. "Ahh Granger, aren't you more than I expected?"

As if she could have pulled away from him for long enough to reach her room above. As if their location mattered when all she could think about was his lips on hers. But she couldn't deny the smile that curled her own lips up as she realised he had expected her to be prim and proper. Maybe once she had been, but not now, not with him.

She tightened her grip on his waist and he took the hint, meshing their mouths back together momentarily. Then, with a hungry gaze, he tore his mouth from hers and began kissing, biting and licking down her neck. Another broken moan escaped her as he bit sharply before kissing away the sting. Had he broken skin? She didn't care.

Something clattered onto the floor beside her and then Tom's hands joined the play, one tangling in her hair while the other gripped her arse. Hard. "Yes," she gasped out.

Tom couldn't help himself. He had meant to keep his distance, his calm, until he could find somewhere safe to hide her wand but then Hermione had dug her nails deep into his hips and dragged his body into hers and his thoughts had scattered. He had regained them for a moment but, again, her nails gripped his hips harshly and he had forgotten all about his plan. He had dropped her wand to the floor, not checking to see where it rolled, and had fisted her hair and her arse. He had pulled her as close to his body as he could and it still wasn't close enough!

He grasped her thigh and hitched it around his waist. Taking the hint, she wrapped her other leg around him too and let him hold her up, hardness to softness. He couldn't repress a groan as he rubbed his hard aching cock against her core and pressed her into the chamber wall.

In times past, Tom would have considered now the prime time to rip off her pants, open his and dive inside. In and out, take what he wanted and leave. But with her, knowing that he would have to neutralise her tomorrow, he wanted to savour this. To do everything he could think of with this enchanting woman with a sinfully delightful body that he might have (if he was capable of it) eventually come to like- in another life of course.

Instead he leaned back and slowly opened her robe, revealing a low cut black top and dark jeans. He felt a grin curl his lips. Oh yes, he liked looking at her and couldn't wait to reveal more.

"So beautiful," he murmured as he traced a finger down her neck to the top of the shirt. She shivered under his touch and drew in a sharp gasp as his finger dipped under the material between her breasts. "More?"

He watched as Hermione slowly nodded before dropping to her feet and opening Tom's robe. Her soft fingers quickly pushed it off of his shoulders and onto the floor. Without pause, she slid her hands under his jumper and pulled it over his head. Tom's eyes closed in surrender (just for tonight of course) as she began loosening his tie. It too fluttered to the floor but Tom took note of its location- he would need it later.

Slowly her hands undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing more and more of his chest as she did so. While her fingers worked, her tongue laved the skin at his neck, shooting spears of pleasure straight to his cock. Eventually his shirt joined the growing pile on the floor and he watched as Hermione stepped back and looked over his exposed skin. He could almost feel her gaze on him, her desire was that potent.

But he wanted to see her skin. Wanted to know what every inch of her looked like, felt like, tasted like. His tongue swept out over his lips, remembering the taste, the heat, of her kiss.

"Take off your clothes." His voice, rough with desire, barked the command.

He watched as she reached a slightly shaking hand down to fist the bottom of her shirt. His muscles tensed in a painfully sharp pleasure as she inched it up, revealing creamy skin and beautiful breasts encased in that deep blue bra. Sexy. As. Hell.

"The bra," he managed to croak out past the sudden lump in his throat. How long had it been since he'd enjoyed a woman? And none of his past conquests could compare with this beautiful female.

Hermione closed her eyes briefly as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She heard Tom growl and quickly focussed on his face. The desire in his gaze almost felled her. He was staring at her as if she was everything to him in this moment, as if he'd never seen something so breath-taking. No one had ever looked at her like that before. It made her feel more confident and sexy than she ever had before.

No doubt it was similar to the way she had looked at him before with his flat, muscular chest that she had ran her hands and mouth over. Just thinking about the feel of his muscles under her palm sent a rush of arousal through her.

Without any urging from Tom, Hermione kicked off her shoes, snapped open her jeans and stepped out of them, leaving herself in only small blue knickers. Thank God she hadn't worn her ugly underwear today; she would have been so embarrassed.

"Ahh, fuck that is… you are… fuck…" Tom trailed off, running his hand through his hair.

Summoning a confidence she hadn't known she possessed, Hermione stepped closer to Tom. "I'd prefer your hands on me." Her voice was barely more than a moan. She was so aroused it was almost painful and she needed release.

Immediately his hands rose to cup her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her hardened, sensitive nipples and causing her to arch into him.

Fumbling hands became desperate as they tore at each other's remaining clothes until they were both blessedly naked. She groaned as she palmed his large, thick cock in her hand.

Tom's hand delved lower, sliding against her before he plunged a finger deep inside her. She trembled in desire as his finger worked her, gasping out as he added a second, third, to the play.

"Come for me, Granger." He whispered in her ear before sharply biting her lobe and tugging it with his teeth.

Hermione couldn't help but obey him. Her orgasm raced through her, frightening in its intensity. She cried out and buried her head in the crook of Tom's neck.

Before the aftershocks of her orgasm has finished, Tom had once more lifted her legs around his waist and braced her against the cold stone wall. She locked eyes with his as he thrust himself deep inside of her. She cried out at the feel of him, long and thick inside of her.

Oh God! Hermione's thoughts scattered as he moved, hard and fast, against her. She matched his thrusts with her own and raked her nails down his back. Tom growled in response and moved even harder against her. The sex was raw, animalistic and by far the best she had ever experienced.

She squeezed his hips with her legs as she came again, harder than before. He continued to move inside her, drawing out her orgasm and intensifying it to an almost frightening degree. She bit his neck, hard in response, causing him to buck wildly against her and call out her name as his own orgasm wracked through him.

Hermione's legs slid to the floor as she pulled away from Tom and stood on shaky legs to gaze up at him. His expression was unreadable as he looked down at her. Hurt, she turned to pick up her clothes but his hand closed around her wrist, stopping her.

"Tonight isn't over yet, Hermione. I'm not finished with you."