Fleur had decorated the bedroom with hundreds of candles, which twinkled in old jam jars and cast a warm glow on the couple. White linen curtains fluttered in the light breeze that came through the open window, and the sound of waves crashing on the not too distant shore was the only sound to be heard. Sirius noticed none of this though; his only thought was of Hermione's warm body which was cradled in his strong arms.
He crossed the room swiftly, ignoring his head which cried out for him to slow down, and deposited Hermione gently on the soft white linen of the bed. He shrugged off his tuxedo jacket and with a low growl he lowered himself onto the bed, so her body was pinned beneath his then her caught her lips in a searing, demanding kiss.
His hands roamed her body urgently, stroking and caressing her through the thin lace of her wedding dress.
'This won't do,' Sirius's said in a low voice and reached for his wand. Hermione heard him mutter 'vestes deponeret', and to her surprise her dress vanished, leaving her near naked in the bra and knickers Madame Coûteux had provided her with.
'Fucking hell,' Sirius leaned back and his voice shook with desire as his eyes roamed her body. Bashful Hermione made to cover her breasts, visible through the sheer lace of her bra, with her hands, but Sirius caught them with a disapproving shake of his head.
'Oh no you don't,' he breathed.
He leaned forward, pinning her arms to the bed above her head with one strong arm, whilst his free hand softly stroked her warm body. Hermione felt light headed; his mouth was trailing teasing, soft kisses down her neck, while his free hand lazily circled the soft flesh of her breast through the gauzy material of her bra, nearly but never quite touching her nipple.
She let out a moan of protest as his fingers lightly brushed but never quite soothed the ache she felt. She wriggled under the vice like pressure that held her arms down, but finding she was no match for his strength she settled for simply arching her back to press her breasts against his chest, and wrapping her legs around his waist to draw him towards her.
'Someone's eager,' his breath tickled her ear momentarily, before his mouth traced kisses softly down her neck, until finally reaching the hard nub of her nipple which he sucked hungrily through the thin material.
Hermione gave a soft moan, wriggling her hands free from under him and greedily letting them roam his chest, tugging the buttons of his shirt open. He leaned back for a moment to shrug it impatiently to the floor, and she marvelled at his broad shoulders and the light dusting of black hairs that trailed down his muscular, lean stomach and disappeared beneath his trousers.
With a shaky breath, still pinned beneath him, Hermione reached for his belt buckle and slowly undid the clasp that held it together. Sirius stilled above her as he felt soft curious hands undo the flies of his trouser, and timidly stretch the elastic of his boxers until they found what they were searching for within. He gave a throaty, animal growl as she circled the shaft of his rock hard penis with her hand and breathed wondrously at its size.
'Sirius I don't think that will fit,' Hermione whispered, startled by the girth and length, and the soft silk like feel of his hard erection.
He gave a bark of laughter, and shook the strands of dark out of his eyes,so he could gaze down at her sweet face.
'It will,' his voice was firm and confident, and he reached for his wand again to remove the last pieces of material which separated them.
Hermione gave a gasp, unsure how they had progressed so quickly from the garden of The Burrow to complete unabashed nudity in the bed in Shell Cottage, but not wanting him to stop. Warm hands weighed her breasts thoughtfully, rubbing calloused thumbs across aching nipples, before trailing across the soft flesh of her abdomen and dipping into the softer flesh of her thighs.
Sirius took a shuddering breath, as his fingers softly dipped into the warm, wet heat of Hermione's very core. His erection was pressed painfully against her thigh, and when his fingers softly rubbed her clit and she arched her back in demand, he knew that he could wait no more.
He lifted her lightly like a rag doll, and positioned himself so that he was between her thighs, with the head of his penis softly rubbing the heat of her outer folds.
He leaned forward once again pinning her arms above her head with his own, then with a kiss he thrust into her searing heat.
'Oh shit,' Hermione gave a small yelp of pain as Sirius filled her.
He paused, still inside her and looked down at her in astonishment.
'Hermione are you a virgin?', his breathing was ragged, his voice incredulous.
'Well I was,' came Hermione's muffled reply from beneath him.
'Oh God,' Sirius gave a low moan of guilt and made to withdraw from her, but Hermione wrapped her legs tightly around his waist to stop him.
'No,' she breathed, shaking her head stubbornly, 'It's fine...I just need to get used to the size of you.'
She gave him a timid smile from beneath thick eyelashes, and with a groan Sirius lowered his head to trace her lips in a tender soft kiss.
After a few moments, when she adjusted to the tight feeling of him filling her, Hermione began rocking her hips, demanding friction.
Sirius obliged, and he gently began to thrust. Heady emotions ran through his brain, as Hermione gave low moans of pleasure and began to shake as an orgasm began to build – but the overwhelming feeling he had was one of triumph; she was his and his alone. He thrusted deeper, and she gave a small scream as her pussy contracted, gripping his penis inside her. Assured by her whimpering pleasure he let go with an agonised growl, and released himself into her - overwhelmed by a possessive, primal desire to make her his in every way.
For a moment afterwards they lay as they were, both shaken and jelly limbed from the experience, Sirius lifted his weight from her body and moved so he was lying behind her, throwing one arm over her protectively.
'I'm sorry,' he whispered into her ear,' I'm sorry if I hurt you – you should have told me...'
Hermione shrugged and gave a contented yawn; ' It's ok - it was worth the pain,' she sighed happily and her breathing slowed to a gentle rhythm.
Softly stroking her hair Sirius watched her for a few minutes as she slumbered, before a heavy limbed exhaustion overcame him; his last thoughts before he succumbed to sleep were of how he could make his new wife fall in love with him so they could stay like this forever.