Chapter Eight

Hermione froze. Shit. She'd forgotten to tell him. Her heart pounded harder within her chest, dread swirling in her stomach. What if he found her undesirable? What if he decided she wasn't worth it? She didn't think she could handle it. Not right now. Not when she was so vulnerable.

"It never came up." Was her lame response. His eyes were still wide, his body frozen some-what inside of her. He still had yet to move.

"Granger, you should have told me." He sighed. He didn't snap, didn't even say it in a derogatory way, yet it still made her feel guilty. He unfroze, brushing his thumb along her jaw.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Granger. Hard." Malfoy still looked shocked, his grey eyes bright with excitement and desire. With those words, he slammed into her, filling her in a way she didn't know was possible. She let out a strangled cry, muffling the sound in the crook of his neck. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling at an accelerated pace. Oh Merlin, it hurt.

"Fuck, you're so tight. You okay?" Malfoy asked, gazing down hard at her. All Hermione could do was nod. Her body was slowly becoming accustomed to the alien feeling of him inside of her. He slowly started to ease himself out, then slammed into her again. This time, the pain slightly ebbed away, replaced instead by rolls of pleasure. He stilled when he was fully buried in her again, resting himself on his forearms. Silver eyes gazed down at her, taking in every reaction that flit across her face. He closed his eyes and groaned, thrusting into her again.

Oh.

Hermione cried out again. He opened his bright eyes, the slightest twinge of concern overcoming his features.

"You alright?" He asked, his voice husky and raw. She nodded her head, not trusting her voice.

"More?" He still had yet to move.

"Yes." She didn't know it would feel this good. She didn't know it would feel like this. Malfoy settled into a rhythm. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled out, only to slam into her again. Her back arched with every thrust, the feeling consuming her. He doesn't stop, just slowly, agonizingly teased her. She lifted her hips, tentatively meeting his thrusts. Malfoy sped up, a cry of pleasure escaping her at the change of pace. Hungry eyes gazed down at her, before he kissed roughly. He kissed her with the same rhythm as his hips, fucking her mouth with his tongue. Godric, she wanted him so bad.

His teeth captured her bottom lip, a deep, primal growl emitting from his chest. Hermione could feel something building, just as she felt before. Her thoughts were scattered and jumbled. There was only sensation gripping onto her as she rode the waves of pleasure. There was only Malfoy and her. The two enclosed in a bubble of pure rapture. Nothing mattered but the feel of his skin against hers, his length inside her body, the exquisite friction and heat that he created. She wanted more. Needed more.

"Please." She panted, feeling her body tense in anticipation. Every muscle in her body went rigid.

"Come for me, Granger." Malfoy growled, his pants mingling with her own.

Thrusting harder, quicker, the rhythm increased as Malfoy drove her to the edge. With a huge surge, liquid rapture was hers. Wave after wave composed her orgasm and Hermione rode the storm. Each surge drew a gut-wrenching groan as her body heaved in response. Her pussy throbbed; a counterpoint to all the spasms deep in her groin. Her heart nearly beat a hole in her chest as the orgasm began to ease and she could feel other parts of her body once again. The last flicker of her pleasure teased out a shiver, and with a deep breath, she eased satiation. As he came, he called out her name, stilling inside of her, buried to the hilt. She nearly came all over again as she felt his hot seed empty within her. She cried out as he pulled out of her, the unfamiliarity of being stretched then emptied causing a painful twinge.

"You okay, Granger?" He asked, tenderly caressing her skin. She couldn't help the smirk that formed on her face. She could guess at what bedroom activities he was into. If he found spanking to be a normal way of foreplay, then she couldn't help but internally laugh at his question.

"You're asking me if I'm hurt?" She replied, attempting in vain to hide her grin.

"The irony is not lost on me." He smirked, rolling off of her. He pulled her to him, their bodies intertwining perfectly. She couldn't help the feeling of security that washed over her as she felt his arm wrap around her waist.

"Really though, Granger, are you okay?" He asked, pulling her closer to him. He rested himself on his forearm, allowing him to gaze down at her. His grey eyes were demanding, commanding a response from her.

Hermione couldn't focus on words though. Her body felt like jelly, her limbs loose and wobbly. She felt relaxed, deeply relaxed. She felt sleep attempt to overcome her senses, but she didn't want to succumb to it. Not yet. She could certainly see what all the fuss was about. He had given her two orgasms. Two earth-shattering climaxes. She knew that wasn't common. She may not have much experience, but she did read, and Malfoy was a walking romance novel. She grinned up at him, unable to stop herself from doing so. She was just so happy. She had never felt this free, this light before. A light giggle erupted from her lips. She felt intoxicated.

"You're biting your lip and not responding." He observed, using his thumb to release her captive lip. She stretched, feeling her muscles loosen in their relaxed state.

She couldn't think. Not right now. But what she wouldn't give to feel like that again. Hermione knew that if they never spoke to each other again, she at least wanted to be left with the memory of this night. And she wanted those memories to be filled with sex. Lots of sex. She didn't care if she sounded like a whore, it was the truth. She couldn't tell Harry or Ron, Merlin knows they'd both avada her, and Ginny would probably end up getting the story regardless. But Hermione knew that no matter what she told the redhead, she would never be able to accurately portray how free and alive she felt tonight. Gazing up into his mercurial eyes, she knew exactly what to say.

"I'd like to do that again."

Draco's POV

Draco couldn't stop the smirk from pulling at his lips. She certainly was a vixen. Gone was the girl from Hogwarts, and in her place was a woman who epitomized his darkest desire. Her chocolate curls fell in soft waves down her back. He felt the urge to grip onto it and fuck her senseless, and he intended to do just that at some point tonight. He had always preferred brunettes, and ran a hand through her silken strands that highlighted her honey-brown eyes.

Damn, those eyes alone were mesmerizing enough to send shocks of electricity down to his prick. Her expressions were displayed within their depths, and he found it amusing how she hadn't noticed how easy it was to read her. Her rosy lips were full, and every time she bit them, a strange feeling took ahold of him. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her when she bit that damned lip. She hadn't lost her sharp responses, and he respected her smart wit. Her skin was tanned and smooth, betraying that she took care of herself. Her breasts were plump, moulding perfectly in his hands. Her body was petite and toned, just the way he liked it. All in all, she was beautiful, and he appreciated that she allowed him to have her innocence.

That within itself was a mindfuck. Malfoy had always assumed that she and the Weasel had gotten it on at least once. The two were near inseparable in school, so he was more than surprised when he felt her virginity tear. Shocked would have been an understatement. But he was slightly angry too. She knew what she was doing, yet she never told him. That was something he needed to know. He would have been more gentle. Merlin knows he hates vanilla sex, but he wouldn't have spanked her had he known just how innocent she was.

That innocence of hers was going to be her biggest downfall. Malfoy knew that she had never done anything even slightly kinky before, even something as mundane as spanking. It was meant to both punish and arouse, and he knew he did just that to her. Her dripping lips told him that. Gazing down at her, he lightly ran a hand up her torso, cupping her right breast in his hand.

"You would?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow in response to her declaration. He felt something within him stir, his arousal flaring up once more. Fucking minx.

As soon as he saw her trip into his office, he had noticed her change, but what drew him in was her naivety. The woman had gone through the bloody war and still remained the quintessence of purity. He admired that.

But it also led his mind down a certain path. A dark path that screamed of complete dominance and control. He didn't want to just fuck her, he wanted to possess her. The feelings weren't foreign, but the strength of it was. Maybe it was her headstrong attitude, or the need for payback for always kicking his ass at school. All Malfoy knew, was that he wanted to tie her down and control her every feeling of pleasure. He intended to do that eventually. Baby steps. He reminded himself. He couldn't just jump into this. Granger would run int the opposite direction. He had to introduce her slowly, make her realize just how much she wanted it.

With that thought, he looked down at the witch in his arms Gazing into her eyes really confirmed his first impression when she stumbled into his office - there's something otherworldly about her. All wildling, tangled in a briar-hedge, a glitter of feline eyes and a rush of binding blood. . .the imagery tumbled around him as he watched her. Something about her wasn't at all like the rest of the women he'd bedded and controlled. She was different.

Looking down on her as she lay upon Emerald sheets, with olive skin and chocolate hair, he couldn't help but be reminded of the books of fairytales he used to read as a child. He could imagine her just as easily laying out just as she was on a bed of moss, her skin flushed and glowing in the moonlight. . .a siren whose moans are her song, luring him in with sensual promise.

He lifted her chin, drawing her in for a long kiss. This wasn't like their others, those were filled with lust, and uncontrollable frenzy that needed release. Now that they had both been satiated, he could savor the feel of her plump lips against his own. He drank in her taste of honey, cinnamon, and pure desire. She tasted just as she smelt - like warm spices with a hint of yearning. He loved it. To Draco, it was the perfect aphrodisiac. He tasted her with long, leisurely licks, swallowing the sounds she made.

He loved those noises; deep and guttural in the back of her throat. A growl of appreciation for their efforts - offering the last little bit of consciousness before she tumbled into her animalistic space, drawing out the most essential, instinctual pleasure from her ready body. She wasn't loud, but she offered the sounds without holding back.

He pulled away from her embrace, just out of her reach. He motioned for her to follow him, lifting her restraints wordlessly. Granger was hesitant, just as he expected her to be. He still didn't stop to make sure she was coming, though, he merely kept walking towards one of the many doors in the room.

He knew Granger didn't know where she was or what he was going to do, and he had no intentions of disclosing that information. After all, he was a Slytherin to the core. He didn't want her knowing where this manor was, just for his family's sake. They were still in Paris, but in one of the less populated areas. His family had built this house a few centuries ago, and had managed to maintain twenty acres of land. He didn't care to know the value of most of his estates, but he had no doubts that it was well past twenty million galleons. The only time Draco really bothered with numbers was when they concerned his company or his well being. He ignored them otherwise.

They reached the large mahogany door, and Draco stepped inside wordlessly. He noticed Granger's hesitance, but kept walking. There was no need to reassure her of anything. She finally entered, her eyes wide in awe. Draco smirked at the expression of wonder that danced across her features. He would never admit what that simple look in her eyes was doing to his prick. He gazed around the room, attempting to see it through her eyes.

They were in a large, marble bathroom. Every inch of the space was covered in honey-onyx marble; the walls, floors, vanity, toilet, shower, and bath were all carved out of the material. The floors, like his bedroom, were charmed to the walker's preference. Steps led up to the spacious bath that lay in the centre of the room. It was built specifically for the manor, the bath being ten by ten feet. The four corners were flanked by pillars, gold and diamond imbedded in the material. In the centre was a crystal chandelier. Two matching sinks were on either side of the room, large mirrors taking up most of the walls. There were a total of three doors in the room, excluding the entry. One led to a small room for the toilet. The middle door led to a large shower, while the last door led to a sauna. There were four other saunas in the house, but this was one of the more grande.

Draco was the only one who came here, so he took over the master suite, updating it with wizarding and muggle technologies alike. There was a large flatscreen that rose from the floor that was installed within the rim of the bath. Earlier in his life he would have scoffed at the idea of incorporating muggle things into his home, but now he couldn't care less. He liked what he liked, and if what he liked happened to be muggle, then he didn't care. He was apathetic towards them now, just as he was to blood supremacy. Malfoy had been with both purebloods and muggleborns, and didn't care what blood ran through their veins as long as the sex was good.

Malfoy started the bath wandlessly, charming the water to his preferred temperature. He gazed at Granger, noticing how she was covering her front modestly. He beckoned her forward, grabbing ahold of her arms that shielded her body from his view.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Granger." He said, eyeing her perfect mounds. He felt his cock jerk back to life. She blushed, the rosy color spreading across her cheeks and neck like wildfire. He had to admit, it looked almost. . .cute.

Shaking the thought out of his head, he brought her close to him, reminding himself of why he brought her here. It wasn't to think she was cute, it was to fuck her for hours uninterrupted.

"You will not cover yourself in my presence, understand?" He commanded, slipping easily into his role of dominance. He preferred it this way, having control over her. This way he could get everything he wanted without the exaggerated expectations.

He was still kicking himself for asking her to go into a casual relationship though. He had considered the idea only minutes before it stumbled out of his mouth.

He couldn't recall what he was thinking in those minutes prior to his question, but he wasn't trying to stop himself hard enough. It was a stupid offer, but one he couldn't back out of.

The idea of being exclusive with Granger wasn't what made the offer bad, in fact that only made it more enticing. What made him shudder was what it hinted at. When it came to his contracts, Draco always claimed up front that there would be no-strings-attached, and if the slightest feelings were developed on either party's side, the contract would be void unless the other person involved wished to continue. So far, that had yet to happen. Normally, the contract guaranteed his complete control over their sex life, and nothing else was to be developed. Draco had never been a hearts and flowers man, but he had a slight feeling that Granger would be the type who expected it. He knew this wasn't her style, yet he asked her to consider it anyway. She wasn't going to accept, even after they fucked. All Draco could do was savor the last few hours of her desire before she regained her senses and left as soon as possible.

He felt her body shiver in anticipation against his own. He stepped into the bath, pulling her with him. She moaned in appreciation as she settled into the warm water, her head falling back onto the rim of the tub. He admired the way the water covered just over her breasts, teasing him with the sight as the water rolled around her body. They settled on opposite sides of the tub, neither speaking, just appreciating the moments of peace.

"Have you given much thought to my earlier offer?" Draco asked at last. The sooner they got the talking over with, the sooner he got to fuck her. He was already listing the ways he could have her come in just the bath alone. He hoped she agreed. He really did. Malfoy didn't make offers like this very often, and when he did, the contracts last for at least half a year. Draco felt himself stiffen at the thoughts of what he could do to her in that time period. Words. He needed to focus on what she was saying. Fuck.

"I still need more time, Malfoy." Granger eyed him warily, biting that damn lip of hers. Fuck it all. He was going to show her what that fucking lips was doing to him. Within seconds he was caging her in to the side of the tub, his face inches away from hers. Fucking minx. She was going to drive him mad.

"Don't bite your lip. Do you want to know what it does to me?" Draco didn't wait for her to respond, instead he wrapped her petite hand around his steely erection. Bliss shot through him as she heard her gasp and her hand tightened. He slowly started moving her hand up and down his length, teaching her how to stroke him. It was obvious she was so inexperienced. Now that he knew, he could detect it far easier. How had he not noticed before?

Her hand tightened again, and Draco had to force his eyes not to roll back. He was panting now, just from a simple hand job. Where the fuck had all of his control gone? He had never had this problem before, at least, not since he became a Dom. He resisted the urge to glare at her for stripping away his restraint.

He let go of her hand, needing to regain himself. He claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss, pressing her into the tub. Her one hand still rested on his dick, lightly moving back and forth, while her other hand tentatively touched his chest. He froze, pulling her hand away. Draco could sense her confusion, but didn't want to get into it. That was something he would rather not reminisce. He kissed her again, harder, cupping her breasts in his hands. This distracted her, light gasps and moans escaping her as he pulled and tweaked her nipples. She was so responsive, and he loved it.

He could feel her tremble, and knew her time was close. He gently slid a hand down, drawing two fingers lazily up her slit. She moaned loudly, pressing herself into him. He felt her arousal, and fought the desire to taste it. He had never been one to enjoy giving oral as much as other types of foreplay, but he loved the way she tasted. She was slightly salty, yet sweet at the same time. It was the same kind of juxtaposition as salted caramel.

Malfoy entered her with two fingers, using his thumb to massage her clit. She was so tight, grasping desperately onto his digits as he fucked her. She was ready, so hot and tight for him. He withdrew his fingers, positioning himself at her entrance. He didn't give her a warning, thrusting into her as deep as he could.

Fuck, he was going to have fun with her.