Chapter 12

Hermione woke to the feeling of something warm and heavy lying across her. Looking down she saw that Severus was still asleep, clutching her closely to his body. The early morning light streamed in the windows and across the rich mahogany floor. Feeling around for her wand she closed the small gap in the curtains, cast gentle refreshing charms on them both and settled back down to sleep some more. The minute jostling however had Severus lifting his head and looking around. Upon seeing her he pulled back and shot up and out of bed

"W-What are you doing here?" His normally rich voice sounded as ragged as he looked. A result she imagined of too much drink and not enough sleep.

"Well, good morning to you as well," she answered sarcastically as she got up and out of bed. She smoothed down the front of her clothes looked around to find her shoes.

"I can see you're feeling better, I think I'll be going," she said as she moved to leave.

"Wait! Answer me what are you doing here? How did you get here?" he'd strode to stand in front of her, blocking her exit all the while oblivious to his state of partial undress.

She let her gaze roam the hard planes and lines of his body, his sinewy arms and strong legs, the smattering of dark hair on his pale chest and the dark path that dipped below the waist of his pants. Noticing her regard, he hastily retrieved his robe and threw it on, struggling in vain to tie the belt before turning again to face her.

With her hand on the knob of the door she began to leave but he stopped her again. His strong hands tightened on her upper arms as he turned her to face him.

"Answer me! Why are you here?" He pushed her gently away from the door, the back of her knees touching the edge of his bed.

She bought her hands up to his chest and looked at him, really looked at him. His eyes were soft, not hard. He was afraid of her answer, she realized.

This strong man that exuded power and raw sexuality stood trembling against her hands. She moved a hand to his face, cupping his cheek, she felt him sigh and relax into her touch. Her gentle fingers traced his face, feeling the surprisingly soft hair of his unkempt beard. She brought her other hand up to trace the high arch of his eyebrows and the soft contours of his normally stern face, the thin line of his lips. Hermione ran her finger over his lips, he sighed a ragged breath as she traced the lines of his mouth with her fingertip opening them up, his tongue darting out to taste her fingertip. Severus' arms shot out and he fisted his hands into the back of her blouse, he pulled her close to him, his body warm against hers.

He shook his head, and looked at her from beneath long lashes that dusted the pale skin of his face.

"Don't…don't do it if you don't mean it. I can't…I can't pretend anymore," he whispered, his eyes pleading with her, conveying more than his words could.

Hermione didn't answer; instead she pulled him down onto the bed slowly, and touched her lips gently to his. He exhaled and held her closer, his knee on the bed, his fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of her hips. She pulled away slightly and looked at him; his pupils were completely dilated and she gave him a small smile and a nod. With that he slammed her body onto the bed, crashing his lips to hers. She moaned and parted her lips to his questing tongue as it swept over hers, tasting her moans of pleasure as he covered her body with his own. Every nerve in her body came to life as he possessed her mouth. She pushed back against him, opening up his robe and letting it fall to the side. Hermione's hands covered every inch of exposed flesh and as her nails dug into his shoulders. He moaned at the feel of her nails and softly nipped at her bottom lip as he sucked it into his warm mouth. He pulled away and ripped open her blouse, he buried his face in the valley of her breasts and inhaled, his tongue tasting the salty sweat of her skin. She cradled his head to her as her back arched off the mattress. Severus' hands worked at undressing her, pulling off her skirt, what remained of her blouse lay in tatters on the floor.

"Severus…please…"

His right hand came up to hold her throat, the pressure firm yet gentle as he pulled his face away from her luscious breasts. He watched her, his eyes taking in her flushed cheeks, the curve of her breasts as they fought against the confines of her brassiere. He squeezed her throat and pulled her face to his.

"You will regret this Miss Granger…but I find that I don't very much care at the moment."

"The only way I'll regret this is if you stop…" she said breathlessly, his hand on her throat limiting her movement. Fumbling with his pants he released his aching cock and lifted her leg to his hip trapping her between his body and the rumpled bedding. Pushing to the side the part of her knickers that covered her cunt, he positioned his cock at her sopping entrance and without waiting; he buried himself inside of her awaiting warmth.

It was only then that he realized what he'd done. His eyes widened in realization as he tried desperately to pull away only to have her grasp at his arse to keep him buried within.

"D-don't stop…," she whispered breathlessly.

"How…why didn't you say anything?" his voice hitched, the tight channel of her body squeezed his cock and made him delirious. Severus didn't think he could move without ruining it for both of them.

"Just give me a moment…" she said, her voice strained. He watched as the small tears in her eyes disappearing down her cheeks as she struggled to overcome the momentary pain that ripped through her.

Pulling himself together mentally, all the while trying to calm his raging need to pound into her, to possess her, his cock swelled still. She'd been a virgin; she'd given herself to him, only him.

"Just relax Hermione, so that you can feel just how good my cock can feel when I use it properly…" he whispered, his voice the honeyed timbre she'd come to adore.

The pleasure of hearing him say her name coupled with the words he was saying drove her wild with need, "Oh yes…I love when you talk like that."

She met his eyes and raised her mouth to his, her tongue licking the outline of his lips. The pain was gone and she felt the fullness of his cock inside her.

"Do you know what you did to me witch?" His guttural voice gave her goose bumps as he finally moved within her. His strokes were painstakingly slow. He wanted her to feel every single inch of his turgid cock as it entered her.

Hermione moaned wantonly, the feelings were too much. She needed more, needed him to move.

"Every night that you touched yourself with that toy, I felt you. Every single time you climaxed I felt it against my own cock. You, woman, left me mad with need." As he said this he pounded into her hard.

"Yessss…" she hissed.

"I'm going to make you feel the same need witch," he growled as he began to pump into her harder and faster. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust deeper into her cunt. He reached down and ripped the knickers from her as he continued to fuck her with abandon.

"Oh gods yes…more," she called out, her hands on his arse pulling him harder into her. She wanted more of him, all of him.

He leaned forward and to suckle on her nipple, the hair of his beard rubbing her skin had her arching her back and pushing herself deeper against his tongue. Severus never stopped moving, he changed his position slightly and pistoned into her like a well-oiled machine, relentlessly. He moved a hand to the swollen bud at the top of her sex and rubbed her there. Her eyes closed tightly as she savored delicious feeling of falling apart all around him. She screamed his name and pulled him to her wrapping her legs tightly around him, the heavy weight of his body covering hers as he roared his release.

As they lay there panting and exhausted sleep overcame them.

Severus awoke sticky and hot. A warm body pressed against his and the rumpled sheets of his bed were wrapped haphazardly around his legs. He had never shared his bed with anyone and the feeling while alien felt right. He gazed down at the curvy witch in his arms and smiled. She'd given herself to him. Oh and how she had given herself. Severus hardened remembering the way her body had responded to him, the way her muscles had clenched around him, milking him and bringing him his sweet release. The cleansing charms that she'd used on him were wearing off and he felt the grim and grit of days creep up on him. Dislodging himself from under her he padded softly to the in suite bathroom.

Standing before the mirror, the steam of the running water partially obscured his reflection. What he could see of his face looked ragged but happy. He ran a hand through his unkempt beard and smiled at the memory of how it felt against his young lover's skin.

Was she his lover?

Severus chuckled at thought of keeping this young witch, having her writhing under him every night, waking up in a tangle of limbs every morning. The idea filled him with something he hadn't felt in many years. Opening the door to the shower he stepped in under the stream of hot water. He immediately felt better as he soaped up a flannel and began to scrub his skin.

"Need a hand?"

He turned quickly, his wet hair sticking to his face as he stared at the naked body of Hermione Granger. Drops of water pebbled on her skin and ran down the valley between her gorgeous breasts. His breath caught at the sight of her and he moved towards her. Pushing the hair from his face she put her arms around his neck pulling him down to her mouth, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

Severus' hands caressed the swell of her backside, his cock growing impossibly hard against her. Her hands moved across his strong back and over the curve of his firm arse, pulling him closer to her.

Hissing at the contact he pulled away from her mouth.

"I need you now," he growled in her ear, his teeth working the soft flesh of her earlobe.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in need as he turned her to face the wall. He leaned into her ear and commanded, "Put your hands on the wall Miss Granger and bend over for me."

Hermione placed her hands on the cool marble of his shower wall and leaned over. With one hand pressing down on her back Severus used the other to pull her to him. Severus ran his hands down her back to her arse, spreading the fleshy globes to find her glorious sex wet with need.

Hermione turned her head to see him watching her, looking at her with such need it made her throat dry.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

His head snapped up and she watched spellbound as he gripped his rock hard cock and buried himself in her cunt.

"Fuck yes," she mewled, "harder Severus."

The crack of his palm on her arse awoken something deep inside her, a sexual curiosity she could only see him fulfilling and she turned back to the wall and pushed back against him, his thrusts becoming harder and more frantic.

"Touch yourself," he grunted, his fingers bruised the skin of her hips.

Hermione obeyed. Her fingers found her swollen clit and rubbed, feeling the pressure build she could feel herself falling.

"I'm coming…" he moaned.

"Not yet!"

Squeezing her muscles she pulled him to her as she pushed back against him harder, faster, seeking the release only he could grant her.

"Come for me…" he commanded, his voice pure mastery.

And she did. She came with his name on her lips and his cock buried deep in her cunt. She was filled with his warmth as he climaxed and pulled her up to his chest. His hands cupping her breasts, his mouth buried at the crook of her neck, his tongue tasting her skin. Hermione wrapped her hand around his neck and held him to her, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in tune with hers.

"Stay…"

"I had no intention of leaving…"

So she stayed.