Chapter 23: Hermione

I laid on his chest, spreading my hand wide to feel the heat of him under my palm while his fingers drifted lazily up and down my spine. I could feel his heartbeat under my cheek, gradually returning to its normal pace. I trailed my hand down his torso, my hand coming into contact with the waistband of his trousers. I glanced down. His dark trousers were unbuckled and were slung low on his hips. He had readjusted his underwear, but I could glimpse where his waning erection slightly strained at the fabric of his black Calvin's. I was still fully dressed, having only discarded my robe. I grinned in amusement - we were in the comfort of my own home and had the luxury of having all night, but apparently, we were still too impatient with each other to even take our clothes off.

Eventually, Draco's fingers stopped moving, and I wondered if the warmth and the crackle of the fireplace had lulled him to sleep.

Draco.

I recalled saying his name and realised that I'd never called him anything but 'Malfoy' before, and I stiffened. Immediately, Draco's fingers began moving again, his other hand curling gently around my arm.

"If that brain of yours can actually think after what we just did, I need to try harder," he murmured, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "What are you freaking out about?"

"Who said I'm freaking out?" I propped my chin upon his chest, peering up at him. He lifted his head from the floor and gave me a cynical look.

"You don't have to be a legilimens to know what's going on in your head, Granger. I can hear you thinking."

I swatted at his arm and pushed myself up off his chest, taking a moment just to look at him. Yes, I'd seen him naked before but I'd not taken the time to just look at him. He must've spent some time outdoors over the years because he wasn't quite as pale as he had been at school. It was obvious even under the bespoke suits that he worked out, but he wasn't overly muscular, just nicely defined. His chest was covered in an ultra-fine smattering of hair, marred only the slash of a silver scar. Sectumsempra, I recalled uneasily. My eyes continued their path over Draco's body to his happy trail, the neat line of hair leading down to the most magnificently hung man I'd ever encountered. His hands moved to run up and down my thighs, and I watched transfixed on the alluring flex of his strong, tanned forearms, and his long, elegant fingers.

"See something you like, Granger?" Draco asked, his voice still somewhat hoarse.

"Are you even fucking real?" I blurted out indelicately, my hands traversing the dips and planes of his abs. I shifted slightly to let my fingers trace the 'V' shaped muscles of his lower abs, and I felt his cock twitch under me. I gasped when he sat up suddenly, flipping me on my back and hovering over me.

"I am very, very real. Do I need to put my mouth on you again to prove it?" A rhetorical question as he had already started trailing kisses down my chest and over my stomach. He peeled my shorts from me and tossed them to the side with his shirt and my silk robe. He settled himself between my thighs and bent his head to blow a stream of cool air across my clit. The chill on my still-heated flesh was exhilarating, and my hips jerked involuntarily. Draco looped his arms under my thighs and spread his hands across my hips to hold me steady. I let out a desperate moan when he lowered his mouth to me, his tongue like velvet against my clit. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as this exquisite man ravished me in the most intimate way. His eyes met mine, an unnamed emotion flashing behind the cool grey, and suddenly I felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever before.

Draco's hand ventured from my hip, and he slowly worked his finger inside me. Another helpless moan escaped my mouth, my head tipping back as the sensations overtook me. This wasn't the first time Draco had done this to me before but, in that moment, it felt so much different, like there was a weight to it. A meaning. I could feel the release building between my thighs, but I wasn't ready to let myself go.

"Wait -" I whispered, reaching down to grasp his wrist. He placed a kiss against my inner thigh before standing up and offering his hand. I put my hand in his, and he pulled me up, lifting me gracefully and wrapping my legs around his waist. He kissed me deeply; my taste mingling with his in a heady mix.

"Bedroom?" he asked against my mouth. I broke off the kiss and gestured toward the hallway. He carried me effortlessly down the hall and into my bedroom, flinging me onto my bed. Draco straddled my hips, reaching down to pull my camisole off. A look that on anyone else would be called adoration passed over his face as he brushed his fingers over my naked torso.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Hermione," he breathed. His voice caressed my name like a prayer, my heart surging in my chest. It set something off in me that felt just beyond my reach, but in the moment, it felt right to hear him say my name.

I reached up to grasp his face, desperate to feel his kiss. Draco's thumb softly stroked my jaw, leaning down to gently cover my lips with his. My palms roamed across his shoulders, relishing in the flex of them under my hands. I travelled further down his back to his arse and ran them down his powerful thighs. The notion that even if only for tonight, this beautiful man was mine ignited a new fire in me, and I suddenly craved more of him. I reached for the waistband of his trousers and attempted to shove them unceremoniously past his hips. Draco's hand immediately moved to grasp my wrist, gently pausing me.

"Oh no, baby. I'm taking my time this round," he murmured in a dulcet growl. He placed a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "We have all night. No rushing, no hiding. I want to remember everything about how you look." Kiss. "How you taste." Another kiss. "And how you feel. So I'm going to make an imprint of every. Inch. Of. Your. Body." He punctuated each word with a kiss on my chin, down my neck, and back to my lips. "With my hands. And with my mouth." He kissed me pointedly. "Say something, so I know you've heard me."

I couldn't actually form words, so I offered a meek whimper in response.

"Christ, you're stunned silent. I should've done this years ago," he teased. Despite being more turned-on than I could ever recall feeling, I managed to glare at him. Draco grinned wickedly and winked at me. He sat back on his haunches and shifted to settle between my legs. He lifted my leg to his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inner arch of my foot. He traced the place his lips just left with the wide edge of his thumbnail. The gentle scrape felt amazing, and I bit my lip, my hands curling into my duvet. Draco watched my lips, a low rumble coming from deep in his throat and his eyes blazed. He ran his hand down my calf, massaging lightly. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss to the inside of my knee. I jerked involuntarily, my inner knees unexpectedly ticklish. He grinned again, and this time bit me lightly on the same sensitive spot.

"Do you like feeling my teeth?" Draco's voice was smooth, but his breath was jagged. "Do you think about where else you want me to bite you?" He moved his fingers very deliberately along my inner thigh, stopping before he reached where I wanted his touch the most, and retracing their path back up toward my knee. I hated and loved how he made my body feel. I could feel the heat emanating from between my legs, my intense need for him growing with every passing moment.

Draco kissed and nipped his way across the plane of my hips and over my stomach. My stomach muscles flexed under his touch, savouring the rough scrape of his stubble against my skin. His lips travelled up toward my breasts. He sucked a small bruise into the underside of my breast, then rolled my nipple into his mouth. Every touch was an incendiary spark under my skin. He gently pressed a kiss to my inner elbow, his lips gliding down my forearm. I held my breath when he reached my scar. He faltered for only a moment, his eyes flickering up to meet mine in a penitent gaze. I ran the fingers of my free hand through his hair before caressing his cheek gently. He moved on to my wrist, my palm, then pressed a delicate kiss to each of my fingertips.

Draco gently rolled me over to lay on my stomach, and he reached out for a pillow for me to tuck under my head and chest, running his fingers through my hair once I was comfortable. The gesture was unexpectedly sweet, and I almost wished for him to say something jerky just to remind me who we were to each other. I felt Draco shift off the bed, and I watched him in awe as he dropped his trousers and underwear to the floor.

Fuck me running.

He was hard again, my mouth and eyes almost watering at the sight of his cock.

Draco caught me staring and gave his dick a brief stroke that was purely for my benefit, before coming to straddle me once again. I could feel his dick resting against my arse as he leaned forward to press a kiss between my shoulder blades. His mouth worked down in a teasing continuation of light kisses and tiny nips, his chest sliding down my back. Draco's hands and lips worked in tandem to ravish the skin of my hips and lower back. I inhaled sharply when I felt him run his fingers down the line of my backside, and I felt myself stiffen.

I don't know about this.

Draco seemed to sense my uneasiness. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, I promise you," he soothed, his fingers continuing their path to slip lower. He teased at my pussy from behind, his index and middle fingers gliding on either side of my clit. I whimpered again and arched my hips, desperate for contact where I needed it most.

"Christ, you're so fucking wet," he breathed. "You ready for me?"

"Fuck yes, please," I pleaded. Draco shifted behind me, and I felt him brush the tip of his cock against my entrance. "Please," I begged again and released a frustrated groan when I felt him move away from me.

"I like you begging. Do it again."

"Please. Please stop talking and just fuck me," I growled at him from over my shoulder. Draco was sitting back on his haunches again, his hand moving in languid strokes over his dick.

"My girl has a filthy mouth," Draco drawled, a wicked gleam in his silver eyes. "Up on your elbows," he demanded, and I complied. He reached for my hips and pulled them back before placing a loud smack on my arse. I yelped, but the unexpected contact was like pouring kerosene on the fire in my belly. The swift bite of his hand was in stark contrast to his earlier tender touches as he worshipped my skin and my body, but I loved this commanding side to Draco.

"God, Draco, I'm losing my mind." He positioned himself behind me; his hand braced on my lower back as he used his other hand to guide himself into me. "Oh, shit." I moaned loudly as he finally pushed deep inside me. Draco released a groan of his own and began to move in and out. He found his rhythm, and I closed my eyes, lost to everything but this. The ragged sounds of our breathing, his hands as they gripped my hips. Each thrust was hitting that sweet spot every time, and I surrendered myself to the sensation.

"Look at me," he breathed, but I couldn't open my eyes. The pressure coiled between my legs was building, and I felt my dampness travelling down my inner thighs. Draco's hand reached into my hair, and he tilted my head back. "Look at me, Granger," he repeated with a growl. His return to using my last name now should have infuriated me, but it only served to turn me on more. I forced my eyes open, looking back at him. His eyes were white-hot, his jaw set. The tendons in his neck pulled tight. I had never been so in tune with someone like this, my body reacting instinctively to Draco's every look and touch. I pushed my hips back harder against him, feeling my climax drawing nearer. I was so close.

The words kept falling from my mouth, all the things I was feeling, pleading with him, over and over. He slowed his punishing rhythm for a moment, leaning forward to trap my lips in a kiss. With his chest pressed to my back, he began curling his hips against me, the slight change in angle causing me to cry out in bliss. He reached down to grab my hand, lacing our fingers together. He moved our hands to my clit, both of us stroking together. He spread my fingers on either side of where he was gliding in and out of me.

"Do you feel that? Feel how good you feel around me?" he whispered. I cried out incoherently in response, his hand moving from my clit to my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "I want to feel you come all over me."

"Harder," I pleaded in response to the light pinch he delivered to my nipple, my voice tight. He pinched down harder, and it was all I needed. My orgasm spiralled out of control, my body clenching around him harder than I ever had before. I threw my head back against his shoulder, a strangled cry ripping from my throat.

"Fuck, that was hot," he growled in my ear. He flipped me over onto my back, thrusting into me relentlessly and taking what he needed from me. "Fuck, I can't … I can't stop."

"Take it all, Malfoy," I cried, the aftershocks of my orgasm subsiding but I was still overwhelmed by the feel of him. I couldn't get enough of it. His hands curled into mine above my head.

"Not that," he demanded, his voice gravelly. "Say it."

I knew what he wanted. It had the same effect on me.

"Come for me, Draco," I whispered.

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