Authors note: PART TWO! Very sexy so if you are under 18 or just want to skip it, please do (or don't I don't mind) Please R&R and enjoy!
He lay prone on his back as she straddled his torso. He brushed his nose against hers and saw her irises shift into the molten gold he had come to recognise. He pressed his mouth to hers, tasting her excitement as she willingly swiped her tongue over his lip. The wolf inside took over and he reached up, sliding along her arms and capturing the nape of her neck.
Their bond intensified as Hermione moaned quietly into his mouth, battling his tongue for dominance. She arched towards him, pushing her chest into his as she ground down on him instinctively. He gathered her in his arms and she grasped at his shoulders, feeling his muscles under his t-shirt, developed from his time in the woods.
His hand slid down over the front of her neck and trailed down her collarbone and to the seam of her top, fiddling with it until she broke the kiss to rip the garment over her head. He began to laugh at her impatience but he was soon cut off as she crashed their lips together once more.
It felt good to hold her - to give in to the desire he had harboured for years and to finally kiss her. He knew she wasn't going to pull away and they wouldn't be interrupted in their room so he savoured and overindulged at the feeling of her soft lips and wandering hands.
The witch felt free and alive as Draco's fingers began to dance across her burning skin. She was breathing hard, whimpering as his lips nibbled around the shell of her ear and down her neck. Her hands moved in tandem, one tugging at his belt, the other in his golden hair, fastening him to her chest. He pressed his mouth to her throat, feeling her swallow under his tongue and her breath catch.
She felt his lips continue their journey south, outlining her collarbones and to her breasts as he rolled them over, slotting himself between her thighs. His fingers were barely grazing her sides but she was painfully aroused at the foreplay he was teasing her with.
His touch rendered her virtually mindless as their bond manifested and intensified. She could feel his affection pouring through and she knew then that she was in love. She was in love with Draco Malfoy and in response to the revelation, she ripped his t shirt over his head, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He rested his weight on one of his forearm, using the other to shape the fullness of her breast. He heard her intake of breath and felt her quietly whisper a spell which rid her of her underwear. The handy spell exposed her breasts to his eager hand and mouth, both of which began to give keen attention to her nipples. Hermione dragged her fingernails down his back when he bit her her hardened nub gently. Her hips were gyrating against his, searching for some friction to help her. She could feel his rigid arousal pressing against her and she moaned.
"Granger, I can't take this back," he tensed, pushing himself up so he could look her in the eye. Her small fingers had succeeded in freeing him from his trousers which she was pushing down his thighs with her feet. She growled as he stopped his ministrations, his hand leaving her breast. She reached up and cupped his face, a look of understanding coming over her.
"I'm in love with you," she confessed. He surged forward, thrusting into her clothed heat with a primitive snarl. She gasped, her eyes rolling as pleasured sailed through her. "Draco," she cried. "I want you. Please...mark me."
He ripped her knickers off of her after she begged him. He said one word- her name, as she whispered the removal spell once more, rendering them naked and flushed. She felt herself blazing, her skin on fire as his fingertips grazed down the valley of her breasts, around her navel and lower. She arched into his chest, her nipples hard against his pectorals as he pressed the pad of his thumb to her clit. He was grinning as she moaned loudly into his ear.
She had no thoughts of stopping him as he dipped on oh his fingers into her. He tensed, straining with the effort to control himself and the wolf inside of him. He knew not to rush her.
"Draco," she whined slowly as he stretched her walls with his fingers. His lips returned to hers as he felt her desire drip onto the duvet beneath them. Her fingers were grasping at the sheet, her knuckles white as she teetered close to the edge. Draco abruptly pulled her fingers out, licking them clean as she cursed him. He laughed quietly, enjoying the way her emotions were clouding his brain.
"I need you Draco." Her tone left no margin of doubt. He could hear, see and feel how much she meant it. He gulped once and nodded, knowing that once he was embedded within her, his self control would no doubt falter.
"I don't know if it will hurt. No one knows if the marking actually hurts," he rambled. He hissed when her small hand wrapped around his arousal, guiding him to her soaking entrance. Hermione's breath came in pants as he slowly pushed forward, kissing her hard as he entered her to the hilt. Draco stilled, knowing that he was a little larger than the average man and she had tensed in his arms.
His pleasure built as she gasped, their minds connecting through the bond. The pleasure they shared doubled as he pulled out, only to push back in. Arched back and parted lips, Hermione was all Draco could see, hear, taste and feel. She flooded his senses until his wolf burst to the forefront of his being. His hips pistoned quickly, picking up speed as she moaned and wreathed, gasping and groaning as he began to hit the right places within her.
He could feel her pleasure building until she was just on the edge. He stopped, still buried balls deep as he knelt up and twisted her onto her stomach.
"On your hands and knees," he ordered, his voice distant as his animal instincts overtook him. "I won't mark you were others can see."
She followed his instructions eagerly, pushing herself back onto his desire with a gasp.
"I'm in love with you Granger," he whispered into her hair, one hand gripping her waist and the other finding her swinging breast.
His pace doubled and he let his head drop forward, his sweaty fringe brushing over her shoulder blades as they called out for each other as they worked towards their shared goal. He felt himself shift slightly from his normal human features into a more canine one. The usual pain of a transformation was muted as Hermione's pleasure flooded his brain, she was gasping as he thrusted deep into her. His jaw had elongated into a slight muzzle and he let his nose trail up her spine, soaking in her groans. He felt her internal walls tense as she met his thrusts with her own. He knew she was close and he waited until she was on the edge before he sunk his teeth into her right shoulder blade, pushing her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her. She twitched as she shouted, an action followed by Draco who came just after his mate, a howl echoing around the tower.
The couple collapsed, Draco still buried within Hermione as he pulled the grey throw over them to ward of the slight chill to the room.
"I'm in love with you too," she murmured as he wrapped her in his embrace. "I have always been in love with you."
He kissed the pink mark that was exposed to him and they both shivered at the jolt of pleasure that ran down their spines. Exhausted from their actions, Hermione soon fell asleep, safe within his arms in their room at Hogwarts.