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Tom was a man who prided himself on his control and composure. Sex was a means to an end, albeit a pleasurable one, and it had never caused him to do anything so unforgivable as loosen the iron clad reins he had on nearly every emotion and feeling he possessed.

But when his Gaza's perfect, soft lips collided with his own he felt something inside of him that had never before been so much as seen positively SNAP. His hands dug into the delicate curve of her hip, a completely foreign desperation to sink his very fingerprint into her skin until it would always be there, tattooed across the supple flesh, ruling his actions. A groan escaped his throat and the stunning witch in his arms moaned in response, her tongue reaching out with surprising shyness to dart against his lip.

Tom caught the delicate, pink muscle between his teeth and refused to let her retreat, sucking it into his mouth and caressing it with his own as Hermione whimpered against his chest. She was exquisite, like something utterly foreign he had never tasted before and really, he mused as he released her tongue only to suckle on her lower lip, it made perfect sense that should be his.

She was so powerful, so much more than any other witch he had ever known. She was the best, and Tom Riddle would always have the best.

His hands wandered up the warm, bare skin of her back around to the front of her body, all the way to the very top of her dress. His fingertips slid inside the lace neckline as her own hands clutched almost helplessly at his biceps and Tom yanked the fabric down, allowing the lace to rip ever so slightly as he exposed her collar bones and the top of her breasts.

Creamy, succulent skin greeted him as he leaned back to admire her form after he swallowed her gasp of surprise. His Gaza pulled away slightly and glanced down nervously, eyes wide as she took in her exposed cleavage before she swallowed hard and glanced up at him.

"Tom," she whispered, hands opening and closing convulsively against his arms, "This is enormously fast and regardless of our binding, sex at this point would be-"

"-Fucking amazing-" he interrupted without hesitation, leaning down to run his tongue along her collarbone.

"-a terrible idea," Hermione finished weakly, though her hands moved seemingly of their own accord to run through Tom's raven hair.

A shiver of irritation at her reticence ran through him even as he tasted the sweet and salty flavor of her skin. Her magic flared wildly, running along her flesh in little skittish waves that made his own hungry to hunt those waves and crackles like predator and prey. He moved to the upward curve of her breast, placing open mouth kisses along the swell of one plump offering as Hermione tried desperately to stifle the sounds coming from her throat.

"Tom-" he heard her try again, her voice breathy for all that it was obvious she was attempting to sound firm and persuasive.

He closed his eyes and grit his teeth, allowing his forehead to rest on her chest as he breathed heavily. She wanted him, it was so obvious that she wanted him, and yet she was fighting this just as he had known she would. It was maddening and infuriating, to have the woman that was his by fucking magical law deny him.

Bloody hell, he could feel that damned magic of hers pulse with the force of her desire and he bit back the growl that attempted to claw its way out of his chest. He had never actually had a woman he pursued refuse him; he was handsome and charming and powerful and women just wanted him. But even if he had, Tom would never do something so vulgar as force himself on an unwilling partner. It was disgusting and crass and utterly beneath him to do so; he didn't have to. He was the fucking Dark Lord.

He had also never wanted to bury himself inside a witch as badly as he wanted to do so with the woman in his arms and it was doing nothing for his temper to have her try to persuade him he should do otherwise.

Tom raised himself back to his full height and forced his hands to release her, stepping away from Hermione and staring at her with fury and lust roiling beneath his skin. Hermione stumbled on wobbly knees without him there to support her weight and he had an entirely petty moment where he hoped her legs would give out and she'd bruise herself falling to the dark, varnished floor of the hallway.

Hermione raised a single shaking hand to her chest, panting heavily as she held her other palm up, facing outward in a clear plea for him to stay back. "Just give me a moment, Tom. Please. The bond and my brain and- Merlin, there are so many considerations, I-"

She trailed off as Tom scowled at her, shaking his head and moving with deliberation towards his new study. If he stayed there, staring at her breasts heaving in time with her breath and her swollen lips and her pretty flushed cheeks, he was going to do something ill-advised. Something like trying to incinerate her with fiendfyre, protection entreaty not-withstanding, or even worse, beg for her to let him inside her.

He was pouting, and he knew it, but Tom just did not care as he poured himself a healthy glass of firewhiskey and settled into his dragon skin armchair to stare broodingly into the fire. He swallowed half of the liquid heavily and reveled in the feeling of flames licking at his stomach. He was better than this, sulking like child, and so he knew that he would have to do something to release the pent-up frustration racing along his skin before he dealt with his new, alleged wife.

He tilted his head, considering if perhaps there were any toys in the Avery Dungeons at the moment. Tom frequently tortured others to prove a point or in a rage, but he did not often do so for sport. He didn't particularly enjoy it, usually. Never-the-less, he needed an outlet and all the fidelity he secured for himself was coming back to undermine his need to fuck something. Perhaps reveling in blood would sate him enough to at least have a conversation with the little chit instead of cursing her pointlessly in some fit of fury and then-

He nearly spilled his firewhiskey when suddenly Tom found his lap full of witch.

Hermione grabbed his glass and drained it and just as his jaw tightened and his fists clenched and Tom was preparing to absolutely verbally eviscerate her and remind her to REMEMBER-HER-FUCKING-PLACE, a dainty little hand grabbed his still half-hard length through the front of his trousers and his mind came grinding to a screeching halt.

"Thank you for giving me a moment to consider," she was saying as her fingers moved up to his belt buckle and began pulling the leather through the metal ring. "I just needed to get my head around this again, it's been a long day and-"

He cut her off with a searing kiss, one that left him just as breathless as his little Gaza was because quite frankly, he could not stand another moment of listening to her prattle. He sat back after a few moments, watching with bemusement as she brought shaking fingers to the buttons of his shirt. He raised a single, questioning eyebrow before waving a lazy hand and spelling away everything but their undergarments.

He stifled a chuckle as Hermione's hands flinched up to cover herself before she seemed to force them through sheer force of will back to rest on his chest. His amusement was short-lived as he got his first real glimpse of her in nothing but some little half-corset and knickers. She was utterly and entirely fuckable, delectable, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"Aren't you just a scrumptious little treat, Gaza?" Tom murmured as he reached a finger up to graze across the skin of her abdomen. Hermione shuddered under his touch and he smiled as he allowed his hand to dip down to the skin directly above the waistband of her knickers. "All that fighting and that angst and for what?"

Both of his hands moved to span across the lower half of her stomach as his thumbs caressed the delicate skin that made up the crease of her thigh.

"You're mine now, irrevocably," he told her. "This moment of submission, this delicious time where you give every little piece of yourself that you've held back from me..."

Tom allowed his thumbs to dip into the warm heat between her thighs, rubbing against exquisite, slippery flesh as Hermione's head fell forward onto his shoulder and his eyes fluttered at the sensation of her arousal against his fingertips.

"It was inevitable," he finished, turning his head to growl into the skin of her neck even as he sunk two digits inside of her. He worked her on his fingers, feeling more than hearing her moans as she breathed them into his skin. He knew how much she had abhorred the idea of this, the thought of marrying and giving herself to Lord Voldemort. It made the way she began to break apart so much sweeter, so much more of a victory and Tom could not have swallowed the vicious smirk that spread across his face if he tried when she tensed and keened and fell apart all over his fingers.

"That's it, little Gaza," he purred as he stroked her through it, his hips thrusting up involuntarily when her magic rippled out at her release and stroked along his skin. "Fuck, that's it. Let go for me."

He gave her no time to recover before he was lifting her up with him as he stood, carrying her from his private study out into the hallway and onward into their own suite. He dropped her pliant body onto the extremely large, four-poster monstrosity that would be their bed and crept up after her, plundering her mouth with his tongue as she mewled beneath him. Her magic still strummed in the air around him, hot and heavy on his sweat-damp flesh, and without another moment of hesitation, he spelled away the last of their clothes.

After swallowing his own groan as his here-to-for painful erection was released from its confines, he turned his attention to his Gaza's perky nipples. He sucked one pebbled nub into his mouth and Hermione gasped, threading her fingers into his hair and rubbing her thighs together.

"Tom," she keened as he moved to give the other breast equal attention, plucking the recently abandoned nipple harshly just to hear her gasp. He wrenched her thighs apart, displeased that she would try to seek out her own pleasure instead of allowing him to give it as was his right and while she might have protested any other time, he distracted her completely when he worried the nub in his mouth between his teeth.

He ignored her pleas of his name and 'please' and 'want you' until he was positive that she was near incoherent with an ache for him, and then, simply because he could, he suckled a little longer. She did, truly, have fantastic breasts and if he were not so hard that it had become physically painful, he may have teased her until her nipples were sore and raw from all of the many bites and love bites he wished to bestow on them.

'Next time,' Tom told himself as he moved up her body, still rubbing her nipples lightly between his fingers even as he moved to look into her completely hazy eyes. After all, he did not have it in him to stop torturing her with mouthwatering pleasure completely, not until he absolutely had to.

"Little Gaza," he cooed down at her, watching her try desperately to focus before her eyes found his.

"Please," she implored him once more, her succulent body arching beneath him in an appeal for friction.

Tom tilted his hips, allowing the tip of him to brush up against the little pearl of pleasure nestled at the top of her sex. Hermione squirmed beneath him, attempting to move him into position, but one of his hands abandoned her breast in favor of securing her hips to the bed.

"Say you need me," he demanded, still angry for her denial earlier and determined to bring her at least somewhat to heel.

To his surprise, she did not fight him but rather fixed him with a glare full of lust, resignation, and vengeful fire. "Oh yes, Tom," she bit out, defiant even as she squirmed beneath him. "You made sure of that with your entreaty, didn't you? I need you."

He smirked and leaned down to suckle on her once more, chuckling as she screeched and tried to kick him in frustration. Her magic flared out in her anger and although he had become somewhat desensitized to the crackles in the air that were constantly coming from his new wife, this surge brought out a growl that he could not contain and raced along his spine, increasing his own need to unbearable proportions.

"Shhh, little Gaza," he soothed, moving into position and taking mercy on her by releasing the breast he was still caressing. "I'll take care of you."

And he would, too. Tom Riddle ALWAYS took care of his prized possessions and she was his very favorite one.

Tom bit back a moan as he slid into unbearably slick, tight heat. Her flesh had admittedly hugged along his fingers, but along his cock, she was a god's damned vice.

"Fuck," he muttered before he could stop himself, pulling back shallowly and thrusting back in, unwilling to leave the sheath of her body long enough for a deep, full stroke yet.

His Gaza's fingernails dug into his back leaving crescent mark pinpricks of pain in their wake and causing Tom to involuntarily pull himself out and thrust back in HARD. Hermione let out a wail of pleasure as her back arched off the bed and he felt her tighten impossibly around him.

"Witch," he warned her just before she dug her fingernails in again and drug them along the length of his spine.

Up until now, he had retained control. He had held back and he had played her like the stunning musical instrument she was, pulling pleasure from her body and moving forward at the exact speed he wished to. But pain was absolutely his weakness and no woman had ever given it to him, too afraid of retribution or to go too far.

His Gaza was not afraid of fucking anything and when on the next pass of her nails she drew blood, Tom broke.

He felt his mind haze over as he brought himself out of her almost all the way and slammed back in with enough strength that Hermione was pushed up the bed.

"Yes!" she panted beneath him as he took her hard, again and again as she arched beneath him, body straining impossibly to pull him further inside her.

Tom felt her flutter around him and vaguely he noted how thick the air was, how magically charged the space around them was, but he couldn't be bothered to care as he brought one hand down and rubbed harshly as her little bundle of nerves. He was not gentle, he was brutal and he supposed if she was capable of perceiving pain it would have been too much but since she wasn't, he heard her whimper and felt her begin to clamp down around him just as the tightening in his lower stomach wound impossibly tighter.

With a feral snarl, he pinched the flesh between his fingers and his Gaza positively screamed her release into the night. Her magic surged and crackled, lighting him on fire from the inside just as his orgasm rocked through him. His own magic roared out and melted into hers once again before imploding violently outward.

One of the bedposts cracked under the force and fell on them, crashing into Tom's head and he did not even have time to curse before blackness swallowed him.