Sorry this has taken so long- thanks to everyone who has stuck by it.
Chapter 12
"Tonight isn't over yet, Hermione. I'm not finished with you."
Hermione froze at Tom's words- unsure if he meant to kill or fuck her. But when she met his gaze she knew it was the later; the heat was still in his eyes. She shivered in anticipation.
Tom bent to the floor and picked up his tie before crossing over to Hermione. She hadn't thought they were done already, had she? Well, he certainly wasn't done exploring that beautiful body of hers. He'd have her so many times this night that they would both lose count.
A grin curled his lips as his hands once again braced either side of the wall to her head, caging her in. Her eyes flickered close in surrender before she met his gaze with her large brown eyes.
He studied her intently. Thick cascades of brown hair tumbled over her shoulders to cover her perfectly rounded breasts. Her body was perfection, curves in all the right places and those wide eyes seemed innocent yet full of secrets at the same time.
"Be a good little witch and let me tie this around your eyes." He murmured before biting her lip. He chuckled at the gasp that escaped from her lips.
Her head shook and she let out a barely audible 'no' but Tom knew it was a futile protest. She couldn't keep away from him any more than he could from her. He slowly covered her eyes and tied a knot behind her head. She didn't even flinch away.
Tom pulled back from her, trying to decide where to touch first. So many possibilities…
He ran a forefinger along her cheekbone and she leaned into his touch. He ran his finger lower, down her neck and between her breasts. He could see her breaths coming faster and shallower, evidence of her arousal, and he had to admit that he was more turned on than he had ever been before.
He teased her until she was begging him for more, until he needed more. Then he kissed her, a fiery hot kiss meant to brand her, to tell her that she was his. He was keeping her, he decided. Somehow, someway he would neutralise her without killing her.
Tom didn't notice her hand reaching up to remove the blindfold until her eyes met his. Her hands gripped his shoulders and he tightened his grip on her waist in response. He needed more, they both did.
The breath was knocked from his lungs as she kicked his legs out from under him and he tumbled to the floor. Hard stone dug into his back and he glared up at Hermione in anger. But his anger dissipated the minute she followed him down and straddled his thighs. Her nails dug into his chest and he knew he'd have marks in the morning. He looked forward to it
Once again Tom's hands wrapped around her waist as he lifted her up to position himself. He slid deep inside her and groaned at the pleasure. Nothing had ever felt this good. He pounded into her, hard and deep and fast.
He'd never get enough of this. After years and years of being so close to life and yet unable to touch it he was finally working out all his frustration and he couldn't think of a better way to do so. It was affirmation of life in its basest form. But that wasn't all this was. There was a connection between him and this woman, deep and undeniable.
Her tight body was heaven as she met him stroke for stoke. Her breathy moans sent chills over his body but he kept up the unrelenting pace. She came apart in his arms calling his name, and he couldn't stop himself from following her into the most intense release of his life.
As Hermione's weight settled on his chest, Tom tried to regain his breath. In this moment his feelings were as close to tender as they could get and he had to stop himself from stroking Hermione's hair back from her face. He moaned with disappointment when she rolled off him to his side.
"What are you doing?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze over at her.
She shot him a lazy grin. "Just wait and see."
His eyes shuttered as his mind shot into overdrive, fantasy after fantasy playing through his mind.
He heard her rustling around in her clothes then the soft patter of her feet walking back over to him. He glanced up at her and froze, intense anger spreading through him.
She stood, still naked, with her wand pointing at him. Her face was blank and her wand was steady as she stared down at him and he knew she had chosen to try and kill him now. He went to rise but she shook her head and he reconsidered.
"Going to kill me Granger? Did our time together mean nothing?" He had to stall her, had to consider a plan. He hadn't thought she'd act this quickly, thought he would be the one with the advantage. He was wrong.
"Stop talking."
Naturally, Tom didn't take orders. "I mean, are you at least going to allow me the dignity of putting on my pants?"
"Stop talking."
Or maybe you like the sight of me just like this?" He had meant to goad her into anger, to make her lose control so that he could salvage the situation. But one look at her face told him he'd pushed her too far.
"A-avada kedavra!"
A bright green light filled his eyes. Oh shit.
A/N: One more chapter to go.