Author's note at the end...:D
Chapter Nineteen
After spending the last thirty minutes dueling for his life, walking down the pathway to Hermione's home felt unreal and the rain was welcome against his overheated body. He reveled in the coolness pelting against his skin and ran one of his bloodied hands through his disheveled black hair. He noted with dull interest that his clothes were splashed with blood as well and felt a dull sting from where his injuries were.
His steps sped up when he reached the front of the house, and as he raised a trembling and weak hand to open the door, he hoped that Hermione was safely inside waiting for him. He didn't know what he'd do if he found the house empty.
When he opened the door he was relieved to see Hermione pacing the foyer. Her head instantly snapped in his direction and he caught her wide and worried eyes.
"Abraxas!" she replied shrilly, ceasing her pacing and padding over to him. "Merlin's beard, you're…"
"I'm fine," he said wearily and watched her appraise him with concern. "Most of it isn't my blood."
"You're caked in the stuff; a majority of it has to be yours. What happened?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips, looking at him expectantly.
Sighing, Abraxas placed his hands on the sides of her neck and rubbed the skin soothingly. "After you ran, they started firing off curses. Of course most of them were sloppy and weak, but it took me a while to get both of them down. Then when I made sure that they were both tightly bound, I obliviated them of the whole ordeal."
Hearing that he had to duel both of them singlehandedly made Hermione's insides twist painfully. He looked as if they had put up quite a fight as she looked over his bloodied form and felt the combination of blood and water drip onto her shoulders. Inwardly cursing herself for not staying to help him, she stepped back to put some space in between them and grabbed one of his hands.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up," she said, leading him in the direction of the stairs.
Once they made it up to her room, Abraxas made a beeline for the bed while Hermione started a fire to warm the cold room. When the room felt like it was beginning to warm up, she turned to face her wizard who was now sitting comfortably on the bed watching her silently from his seat. She padded over to him and told him calmly to relax, which he obeyed immediately. She stepped forward to undo the buttons on his bloodied shirt and watched as his eyes drifted shut.
She managed to get all of the buttons off rather quickly and gently pulled his arms out of the offending garment. She chucked the shirt behind her, uncaring where it landed as she surveyed the injuries he had sustained during the fight. Abraxas sat silently while Hermione raked her hands through his thick hair, finding no cuts there save for the one on his forehead. She then let her gaze fall down, noting a few bruises until she came to his arms that were both bearing gashes that were thankfully not dripping with blood.
"There's nothing life threatening, but the open wounds will need to be properly disinfected before I can apply the salve," she said, still horrified that this had happened to him.
"That's fine. Do you have what you need here or should I send a patronus to Jack?" he asked warily, knowing that his friend kept his cupboards filled to the brim with potions.
Shaking her head, Hermione walked into the bathroom and found the things she needed to heal him while silently thanking Dumbledore and the house elves that kept the house stocked.
She came back to him with a washcloth and tipped it over before pressing it onto each of Abraxas' wounds, guilt flaring when he hissed in pain.
"I'm so sorry!" she apologized, as she applied the salve that was now closing up his wounds.
It was when the last wound on his forehead healed that Hermione felt herself finally relax. "Okay, they're all healed. Now there is no way you are leaving here tonight, so might I suggest a shower before you do anything else?" she quipped levelly and was confused when she looked down to see his gray eyes open and brimming with some emotion she couldn't place.
The witch in front of him never ceased to amaze Abraxas. After the evening they had endured, a typical witch would have complained about their ruined evening or would have told him that they needed space, but not Hermione. She had been the complete opposite and he was in awe of how strong she was.
When he saw her smile at him awkwardly he realized he had been staring at her. "My apologies, I agree a shower would be lovely."
His wounds screamed in protest when he rose from the bed and kissed Hermione's temple before making his way to the bathroom. She watched as he opened and closed the door behind him before she set work on transfiguring him some clothes to change into.
When Abraxas felt that his body was finally clean, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with the nearest towel. He found clothes that Hermione must have laid out for him and quickly dressed in the unfamiliar garments.
Coming out of the bathroom, he saw that Hermione was not in the room, but she had made the bed down in his absence. His feet moved on his own accord and he found himself lying down on the bed burying his face into one of the comfy pillows. He couldn't help but doze off while he waited for Hermione to return.
Hermione had gone to the other room to take a shower and change into her pajamas. She entered her room to see Abraxas laying on the bed and his snores were muffled slightly by the pillow. She quickly kicked off her slippers before climbing into the bed to join him. She laid her head next to his and closed her eyes, smiling when his arm wrapped around her waist to pull her head under his chin before she fell asleep in his embrace.
Hermione awoke with a jolt. Her head was foggy and she felt too warm. Abraxas was wrapped around her like Devils Snare and groaned in his sleep as she slipped out of his hold, but thankfully didn't wake. Rising, she glanced at the alarm clock and saw that it was three in the morning. Her head had begun to throb and she was in desperate need of a pain potion. She swung her legs out of the bed and made her way down the stairs and to the kitchen.
In the fridge she found a pitcher of pumpkin juice and poured herself a glass. She sighed in relief when the juice gave her a little relief, but did not cure her aching head entirely. She swallowed down the rest of her juice before hunting through the cupboards looking for the box of potions and eventually found it. Hermione swallowed the potion down in one go and tidied up the kitchen.
When the kitchen was as she found it, she found herself wandering the house and stopping when she reached the glass backdoor. She pressed her forehead against the cool window and sighed. She had a lot to think about after all that had transpired in the last twenty-four hours. She turned to press her back against the glass and slid down onto the hardwood floor. The rest of the house is dark, save for a few lights on above the stairs.
It had been heartbreaking to see Abraxas' bloodied body walk through her doorway. She was all too familiar with the sight of bloodied forms and thought that maybe she had escaped it for a little while when she was accidentally sent here. It was not something that someone could really ever become accustomed to no matter how many times they saw it.
Those two men had provoked him for no reason, mouthing off about his best friend as if he were some type of prize to get a hold of. The strangest part to her was that they were all in the same house at Hogwarts and one thing that Draco always told her was that Slytherins protected their own. However, this did not seem to be the case seeing as they bloodied him up pretty badly.
She then wondered why they even wanted Jack in the first place. Besides Severus Snape, she didn't know if there were any other Death Eaters who were halfbloods. Even then, the only reason he was kept around over the years was because he had been a spy. So what Voldemort wanted with Jack was the real question that threatened to keep her awake all night.
Voldemort.
His name alone caused her to grimace and filled her mind with unpleasant memories. First he had killed many of her friends that she had considered family and now he had almost gotten the man she loved killed.
Her heart beat erratically at what she had just thought.
Love.
Such a short word for such a passionate emotion; an emotion that she shouldn't be feeling right now.
Her blood suddenly started to boil angrily and she fought back the urge to scream in frustration at her current situation. I'm in love with a man from a different time and there might be a chance that I go back and then never see him again! Why do these things keep happening to me?
The room suddenly felt as if it were beginning to shrink and her body began to shake slightly. She had always hated feeling as if she had absolutely no control over what was happening.
Knowing exactly what she needed, Hermione rose from the floor and opened the backdoor.
Abraxas woke up to the faint sounds of a woman shouting. He ran a confused hand over his face and noticed that the space next to him was empty and looked as if it hadn't been vacant for very long. Concerned, he rose from the bed and found his wand that had been lying on the sink in the bathroom. He knew that Hermione's wards wouldn't allow anyone that she didn't trust through, but his gut was telling him that he needed to find out what was going on.
Flying down the stairs, he instantly heard where the noise had originated from and swiftly made his way to the backyard. He stepped out onto the moonlit porch to see Hermione in the middle of the yellowing grassy area with her back to him. She was clad in only a navy camisole and matching knickers that instantly made his cock tighten in his pants. But his arousal was pushed to the side when he watched as she methodically casted off spells at rapid-fire speed, hitting an old oak tree.
Why is she always fighting something when I find her? Is it too much to ask to find her angrily cooking brownies or writing a strongly worded letter to someone? Oh no, she's always doing something that threatens the safety of my person. He mused silently as he watched his witch from his place behind her, noting that the rain had come to a halt while he was asleep.
If he didn't know any better he'd think she was imperiused due to the way she was behaving. Abraxas stood with his arms folded across his chest and was about to intervene when he heard her begin to shout again.
"I SHOULD HAVE STAYED! IF I HAD THEN HE WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN HURT! STUPID, STUPID HERMIONE! COULDN'T PROTECT THE ONE MAN YOU LOVE! WHAT…"
She continued to ramble on, but he was frozen in shock at what he had just heard. She loves me?
Not too long ago he had been thinking the same thing about her, but did not have the time to think about it. Now that he did, he found himself closing his eyes and taking a deep breath letting the newly discovered, fulfilling emotion sink in. Hearing her say the words only increased the exhilarating feeling that was coursing through his veins. Abraxas opened his eyes, watching in a daze as his witch cast more spells, grinning widely.
He was in love.
"Poppet, you really do need to find a better way to cope with your emotions," he said wearily after he watched her for a bit longer.
Slowly he started to approach her, making sure he made enough noise so that she wouldn't attack him. Knowing that the multiple times he had found her worked up like this that he had been dangerously close to getting his bits hexed off…or worse.
Hermione whirled around to face the raven haired wizard who was looking at her with an indescribable expression. His gray eyes were filled with same emotion that she had seen earlier while he walked over to her in a careful manner as if she would attack him at any moment.
She felt so embarrassed that she couldn't think of the right words to say to him, she simply bowed her head in shame while leftover tears trickled down her face. Merlin, I hope he didn't hear me yelling.
Abraxas noticed her tears instantly and felt a pang in his chest. He lifted his hand up to wipe away what was left of her tears and then pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Let's go back inside," he said, snaking his arm around her shoulders and led her back into the house.
Hermione was barely able to wash her feet of the grass and dirt in the bathroom before Abraxas pulled her to the bed. He laid them both down and she instantly curled against his body, burying her face in his chest as she silently willed herself not to cry. "I'm sorry that I woke you, I must not have placed a silencing charm," she said hoarsely, her eyes closed in an effort to prevent tears from coming. However, it seemed all for nothing when she felt some leak out the corners of her eyes and trickle down her cheeks.
"You have nothing to apologize for. I just wish you would have woken me up so maybe I could have helped you and not have found you taking out your anger on an innocent tree," he said warmly and felt her smile against his bare skin, but it did not stop the tears from falling onto his bare skin.
"Oh, Poppet," he whispered, pulling her shaking body closer against his.
"I should have stayed. You wouldn't have gotten hurt if I hadn't run away," she said softly, taking a calming breath before speaking again. "What kind of Auror am I, if I run away just because someone tells me to?"
He shook his head at her. "Tonight was different. You were not an Auror, you were my witch and it was my job to protect you. There was no way that I would have let you stay with me, even if I had to throw you over my shoulder and run out of there. However, I am touched that you are so worked up over this whole ordeal."
Hermione snorted. "Of course I'm worked up, how could I not be? You come back bloody and bruised because of two drunkards and you just expect me to be okay with it?" she questioned and he tightened his hold around her.
"No, but given your natural tenacity I didn't think I'd ever see you cry," he teased and was rewarded with a smack on the stomach that made him grunt in pain while she giggled softly. The sound of her laugh made him pluck up the courage to ask the question he'd been waiting for since they entered the house. "Did you mean what you said out there?"
Hermione froze. "Did I mean what?" she asked nervously, not knowing what the man holding her was referring to. She silently prayed that it wasn't anything about the future.
"You were shouting something about not being able to protect the man you love," he answered, looking her square in the eyes. "Do you love me?"
"Yes," she answered without hesitation and watched as his eyes instantly softened. She knew there was no use lying to him if he already heard her say it.
While he was away in France, the thought of loving him had come up several times in her inner monologue. Each time the emotion came up it was instantly shot down due to her less than favorable circumstances. However, that did not stop her heart from feeling the way it did.
The truth was she did love him and missed him terribly while he was away. She was unable to list off the things she loved or missed about him because she loved and missed the man entirely. She was in denial before, but could no longer reject the fact that she was in love with him. And it was love that brought her out of her inner musings as lips descended upon hers.
He kissed her passionately before pulling away, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you too."
Hermione's couldn't help the wide smile that stretched across her face as she looked into his eyes that were now glittering in happiness and nearly swooned at his answering grin. Tilting her face up slightly, she caught him in another slow kiss.
"Now why haven't I ever seen you wear this?" Abraxas asked quietly after they'd broken apart. "I think cooking lessons would be twenty times better if you were wearing this little number," he said, running his fingers over the thin satin covering her stomach. So soft.
She chuckled. "You think so?" she teased, sounding a bit breathless.
"Oh I know so," he replied huskily, his hands grasping the ending of the navy camisole and shoved it up exposing a small portion of her stomach. He had been dying to see more of her skin since he discovered her outside in nothing but her underthings. However, seeing her tearstained face had only put a damper on his libido and needing to comfort her had taken precedence over his primal urges.
Now they had just declared their love for each other and she was still scantily dressed. He couldn't help the involuntary need to touch her as his cock hardened again in his pajama bottoms, his suppressed libido coming back stronger than ever.
Her eyes widened when Abraxas shifted his weight to bend his head over the newly exposed skin, his lips grazed against her soft skin and he inhaled deeply. "Even after working up a sweat outside, you still smell wonderful."
"What?" she asked in a daze. He had touched her bare chest and stomach before, but that had been in a hurry on the couch. Now that he was taking it slow, he had time to really look at her. The sight of him hovered over her almost bare form as his lips trailed over her skin made her bite her lip anxiously.
"Your scent is positively mouthwatering. It's a wonder I've been able to keep my hands off of you."
"Um, thank you. Lu…" she caught herself. The perfume she wore had been a gift from Lucius. She was surprised when he had given it to her for her birthday, but suspected that Narcissa simply put his name on the card due to the way he reacted when she thanked him for the gift. "I got it from a friend of mine."
"Well, she or he has impeccable taste," he whispered, his lips still pressed against her warm skin.
"I'll be sure to tell them," she murmured nervously. Her satin camisole was now bunched underneath her breasts, his hands gently grasping her waist and his hot mouth lightly sucking at the curve of her right hip, an involuntary moan escaping her when he sucked with just the right amount of pressure. Merlin that feels good.
Hermione was groaning incoherently when she suddenly felt his mouth leave her hip and he shifted his lean body between her legs. She blushed profusely when she found him eye level with her sex. She was about to complain, but lost her train of thought when she felt his wet tongue tracing up her inner thigh.
After he gave the same treatment to the other, she almost cried out in frustration when he suddenly stopped. Why does he keep stopping?
"Please take these off," he murmured softly, his head now resting on the side of her thigh while his long fingers flowed from her camisole to her knickers.
Unable to deny his request, she slowly pushed herself up. She slid both arms out of the straps and then dragged the garment up and off of her body letting it fall carelessly to the floor. She then shifted her weight back slightly, allowing Abraxas to slip her lace panties down her legs, lifting one foot at a time to move them away from her ankles and onto the floor. Feeling completely exposed, she wrapped her arms around her now nude body.
He had only seen her partially naked once and this time was completely better than the last. Now that he wasn't in a frantic rush to completion, he took his time to admire the woman before him. The few scars she had did not put him off in the slightest, he was dead sure that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And she's all mine.
Hermione watched as he pushed himself up to make his way back over to her body. One of his hands came up to stroke her cheek before moving to the back of her head to gently fist her unruly curls.
Bringing her head towards his, he kissed her for all she was worth. Moaning at the feeling of his passionate lips dancing along with hers, she barely heard the possessive growl that erupted from his throat when she slid her tongue in his mouth.
Abraxas then pushed Hermione to lay back, his arms moved beside her head as his body covered her own. She instantly felt the warmth spread throughout her body as his bare chest pressed against hers.
With her eyes closed and hands grasping his shoulders, Hermione could hardly contain the noises that were flowing from her mouth as he kissed and suckled on her neck, slowly making his way down to her sensitive nipples where he lapped at one before capturing the whole thing with his mouth.
Her hips unknowingly began to rock against his, moaning at the friction she was eliciting from the action.
"I think I'm suffering from a case of déjà vu," Abraxas teased huskily, grinding his hips against hers with a groan of satisfaction. Fuck, right there.
"Me too. Are we going to relive the past or do you plan on doing something different?" she all but moaned in response when his linen clad erection hit her exposed clit at just the right angle.
Chuckling, Abraxas sucked on the place on her neck that he knew drove her crazy. "Maybe," he growled before bucking his hips against hers.
"You're driving me mad," she hissed when he went back to licking her neck.
"Good."
"Abraxas, please!" she begged.
"You're sure?" he asked. He pulled back to look into her eyes and saw nothing but affection in them.
She nodded. "I'm positive. I love you Abraxas."
His heart warmed at hearing her words. "I love you too Hermione," he replied, shifting his weight to his left arm.
His hand made his way down her body, stopping to appreciate her stiffened nipples for a minute before going down to her soft stomach, until he reached her smooth mound. His fingers stopped at the swollen bud that was peeking out of the top of her folds and her hips jerked at the contact. She continued to thrash against him as he methodically rubbed deep circles around the desired area.
The smell of her arousal invaded his nostrils and combined with her perfume, he couldn't resist his urges any longer as he slid his body to rest between her spread legs. Wrapping his left arm beneath her leg, Abraxas left kisses along her inner thigh while wrapping his right arm to gently keep her other leg held in place.
Sighing blissfully at the feeling of his lips trailing along her thigh, she laid back on the bed enjoying the pleasures he was giving. However, her eyes opened wide when she felt a wet heat engulf her sensitive sex.
Looking down she saw the back of Abraxas head, his usually perfectly groomed black hair now messy as he sensually licked and kissed her moist flesh. He then moved his mouth up so that his lips could encircle her stiffened nub. Tastes so good.
Her hips thrashed against Abraxas' mouth as she moaned uncontrollably. Keeping his mouth firmly on her clit, he slowly and gently slipped two fingers into her tight weeping passage. Hermione howled in pleasure, feeling as if she was about to die by the overwhelming sensations.
Feeling her impending orgasm squeeze against his fingers, he kept his pace steady. Panting heavily, Hermione covered her eyes with both arms, her body shuddering violently as she reached her climax.
Abraxas kept lapping against her clit with determination as her juices dripped into his mouth. Moaning out his name, Hermione's hands found their way back to his hair, and silently encouraged him not to stop. He complied without hesitation and her body started to shudder.
With a last lick of his tongue into her damp folds, Abraxas let go of her thighs and let her legs fall slack onto the bed. He then climbed back on top of his little witch who lay completely still, her breathing still ragged.
"If you fall asleep on me again, I'll never forgive you," he teased, his deep voice so close to her ear caused her spine to shiver.
Still trying to recover from the orgasm he had just given her, Hermione opened her eyes slowly to see his face right above hers, a mix of love and lust clouding his steel gray eyes. She gave him a lazy smile, sliding both of her arms around his narrow waist and pulled him closer towards her. She wasn't brave enough to try to give him kind of pleasure she had just received, so she hoped that her exploration of her fingers on his skin would be enough. Starting on his back, she began to trail her fingers languidly over his soft skin.
Abraxas smiled as she traced her fingers over his skin. She had done this often when they were together and most of the time he was sure that she hadn't been aware of the affect it had on him. He found her innocent explorations of his skin to be soothing as he buried his head into the crook of her neck and felt himself let out a throaty moan of content.
Hearing him moan against her skin she smiled at the fact that she could reduce the stoic man to a boneless state just by caressing him with her fingers. He seemed to relax more by the minute, his weight pressing against her more and more in a comfortable way. She started to draw their names in cursive on his shoulders before moving downwards as far as her hands could reach and then scratched his back lightly as she drug her nails upward.
This action caused him to whimper against her neck and she let out a tiny giggle, enjoying the way his entire body covered her own, his messy hair pressed up against the side of her face. The room was now completely silent except for their mingled breaths and their heartbeats that they could each feel due to the position they were in.
"And you thought that I would fall asleep?" she asked sarcastically.
Abraxas chuckled, his head lifted from where it was previously buried in the crook of her neck. After placing a kiss on her forehead he got up and moved to lie along the side of her body, pulling her along with him. Making brief eye contact with him before Hermione let a hand slide over the toned muscles of his chest.
Curiosity then caused her to glide her fingers down to the dark thin line of hair on Abraxas' stomach. Her gaze followed her hand, stopping when she saw the barely contained erection in his pajama pants. Her hand did not falter at the sight and continued to make its way down his abdomen until she reached the waistline of the cotton pants.
Abraxas watched in suspense as she slipped her hand inside his pants, her fingertips brushing his abdominal hair lightly. He was now painfully hard and her gentle examination of his body was only making it worse. He had wanted this moment for so long, but was determined to let her control the pace of their intimacy. However, her little hand was exploring dangerous territory.
Gently pushing her hands away from his person, Hermione looked at him with confusion as he suddenly moved off of the bed to stand on the side, his hands making their way to the material on the sides of his hips. She watched silently as he shoved the material down his hips, then removing it completely. Her breathing hitched at the sight before her, her eyes instantly moved to the dark patch of hair between his legs, his hardened erection pressing up against his stomach.
As she was gaping at his now fully nude body, Abraxas began to understand how innocent she really was. The thought of him being the first man she'd ever seen naked did strange things to his heart. He climbed his way back onto the bed, pushing the bed sheets out of the way before pulling Hermione's body beneath his. Placing himself between her thighs, he bent down to whisper a contraception spell closely next to her ear and she instantly felt the effects.
His member brushed against her stomach, leaving evidence of his arousal on her skin. Hermione slid both hands down to his erection, watching as his eyes closed and a small hiss left his mouth when she grasped the hardened muscle.
"Hermione, this is the last time I'm going to ask, but are you absolutely sure that you want this?" he asked seriously. He just wanted to make sure that she really was ready for what they were about to do and was surprised when he heard her giggle.
"You've already asked me that and I said yes. Now you've placed a contraception charm and are asking me again? Abraxas, I'm positive that I want to do this with you. I love you," she said with a smile, secretly appreciating just how considerate he was behaving.
"I love you too. But if you keep doing that then we might not get very far tonight," he said with a groan when her hands found just the right rhythm that threatened to make him erupt earlier than anticipated.
Understanding what he was getting at, she released her grip on his cock to bring her hands to rest against her sides. He aligned his hips with hers, resting some of his weight upon her body. His arms made their way to her sides, grasping her hands with his own and brought them above her head.
It didn't take much effort to align himself at her entrance. Knowing what was about to happen, he bent down to place his lips over hers, sliding his tongue over hers, trying to distract her from the upcoming discomfort she might feel.
It seemed to work as Hermione eagerly responded to his kissing with vigor and barely noticed the fact that his cock was sliding its way into her body. However, when he reached the evidence of her purity, she slowly began to feel the burning feeling that came with losing one's virginity.
She was completely aware that there was going to be pain the first time. She may be innocent, but she was far from ignorant. Even though she did not have firsthand experience, she had heard enough from her girl friends and former dorm mates at Hogwarts about it to know what to expect. The stories from the girls she listened to were varied, saying that it would hurt, but how much depended on the man.
Pain was something she was no stranger to, but even knowing that there would be pain she still wanted to make love to Abraxas. She wanted him to have the one thing she had never wanted to give anyone else.
Her virginity.
She wanted him to be the one that had it. She had always wanted her first time to be special and when she said special she didn't mean in a room full of candles with soft music playing in the background. She meant giving something special to the person she loved and who loved her in return.
Hermione was broken out of her silent musings when he surged his hips forwards to be fully inside of her. She ripped her mouth away from his to cry out loudly, the sharp pain almost being too much for her.
"I'm sorry Poppet," he apologized, pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple. "I know it hurts, but it'll get better soon. I promise."
Abraxas felt guilty that he was the source of her pain and wished that he were able to ease it away, but he knew when he had his fingers inside her that fitting himself inside her was not going to be an easy task.
What also was making this difficult for him was that he was only feeling a ridiculous amount of pleasure the further he went in. Her walls continued to clamp down on his member so hard that it was almost painful, causing him to grow heady with lust.
Her eyes fluttered open and met his own. She gave him a weak smile and lifted her head up to engage him in a kiss. He remained still as he kissed her, waiting anxiously for her body to relax again. His hands still clasped in hers as they kissed languidly.
Then he moved, she made a small noise of pain, but it wasn't as bad as it once was. He kept his pace slow and gentle, freeing his hands from hers to move down to her sides. His hands softly stroked her sides soothingly, moving up to cup her breasts. Thumbing her nipples just the way he knew that she liked in hopes that the pleasure would overcome the pain he had just caused her.
Gasping at the sensation of him slowly moving within her, Hermione realized that she still felt the original burning sensation, but underneath the pain was an escalating amount of pleasure.
Feeling her body shudder with each thrust of his hips, Abraxas pulled back to see that the look of discomfort had completely vanished from her features. What he was met with now was a look of complete desire on her angelic face. He watched with rapt attention as she moaned deeply, arching her hips reflexively.
Her responses caused him to change his pace, slipping his hands under her hips and helped her to learn how to move with him. The pleasure within her continued to grow with every stroke until she was practically drowning in it as she began to move on her own, moaning wantonly as she lifted her legs to wrap around him to take him deeper inside.
"That's my girl," Abraxas groaned, trying to keep his slow pace. However, with how good she felt under him, he didn't know how much longer he could keep his thrusts under control.
He shifted his body slightly again to watch her face as he rotated his hips, grinding them against her own. He watched her eyes slam shut and her breath quicken as he found her sweet spot, making her groan loudly.
He did his best to keep the place gentle, seeing as it was her first time, but watching and hearing how much she was enjoying what they were doing caused him to lose the last ounce of control he had. Consumed by the pleasure, he couldn't help rearing back and slamming into her.
Hermione cried out in surprise, her hands flying from the bed up to Abraxas' shoulders. Her eyes rolling back in pleasure, causing him to rear back and slam into her once again. Her body arched and she screamed out in pleasure, her nails scratching their way down to his back as her head pressed hard into the pillow.
He rocked against her and felt her tighten more around him. A moan leaving his mouth when he sped up his thrusts, grounding against her faster and harder as their mingled noises of satisfaction bounced off the walls as they progressed.
Wanting to move deeper within her, he glided her right leg from his hip and draped it onto his shoulder. His hips rocked harder against her as she started moan louder and more frequent. Those delicious sounds mixed together with his own groans of pleasure were driving him mad with lust.
He felt her walls throbbing around him and knew that she was close. He leaned down and bit down on her neck as he slammed into her again, and he relished in the scream she let out as her walls clamped down even harder around him.
He growled as he began to pound into her, his thrusts erratic and causing her to cry out with every stroke of his cock into her sweet spot over and over again. Her nails continued to scratch his back and the feeling only heightened his pleasure.
Not knowing how much longer he would last, he moved his hand down over her bare mound and found her bundle of nerves. Giving it a few deep rubs with his knuckles, making her start to stiffen once more.
Then, he pressed down against the tiny pearl shaped nub while slamming into her a final time and she screamed his name. His eyes shut as his body shuddered with his release shooting out inside her. Her name cried out from his lips in a feral moan.
They collapsed, Abraxas on top of Hermione. Her arms wrapped around his body prevented him from moving, so he did his best to keep most of his weight off of her and laid his head against her chest.
Both fell asleep almost instantly.
So I am dreadfully sorry about the long wait. Life has been busy and thankfully it has started to wind down a bit due to the upcoming holidays. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up in a few weeks, but I make no promises.
In other news, I finally have a beta reader! The wonderful firefly81 has agreed to look over my chapters and I am very grateful.
I hope that you all liked the chapter and look forward to hearing what you think! Please Review.