Severus couldn't hold back his reverential sigh as his hands roamed her body freely. His, she was his, and he was hers, and after all his years of waiting she was in his arms again.

It was amazing, one of the most magnificent feelings he'd ever experienced. She squirmed as his hands ghosted down her sides, so incredibly pleased was he at her soft moans.

Yes, it was true, the combining of magics was a painful process, it was the withdrawal of the very essence of what it is to be a witch and wizard and exchanging them, giving them to one another freely. He understood why she'd worried for the consummation but it was not nearly what she would have expected it to be, he had every intention of taking it slow, making the moment last and drawing it out.

Firstly, because he had no desire to hurt her, ever, and primarily because he hadn't held her in so long he wanted to bask in it. He wanted to spend this time he had with her wrapped in her, being with her entirely.

"I love you." She breathed, her lips tracing the slope of his jaw and he couldn't help the groan that broke from his throat, his hands tracing lower, lower until they found the smooth plane of her stomach.

He didn't speak, only lowered his lips to hers and brought her into another searing kiss, he was over the moon.

SSHG

Hermione moaned, her eyes open wide until his lips were on hers once again. Their kisses were slow, burning with a passion she'd never felt before outside of dreams, and, for her at least, incredibly emotional. She was lost in him, in his touch, in the heat of his body that seemed to wrap all the way around her, a cloak that wrapped around her soul and body and warmed her from the inside out.

His fingers roamed, pulling gingerly at her flesh and the rough calluses from years of potions making drawing little shivers all across her. His lips left hers and he was kissing her, down her jaw, her neck, to her chest. He stopped at a nipple, his tongue flicking out as if to taste and she shuddered just before his mouth descended on the bud and drew a long moan from her lips.

Black eyes looked up at her as she stared down at him and he smirked, his teeth nipping the skin just enough to make her squirm. Large hands grasped her hips and held her down, his body burning her alive now.

The firm steel of an erection dug into her stomach but the idea of what awaited her was lost behind the pleasure. The pleasure of his lips moving across her breasts to the other, pulling the rigid tip into his mouth and paying it the same attention as his first, his fingers digging into her hips and holding her tightly.

He slid down further, open mouthed kisses just beneath her breasts, across her ribcage, down her stomach and her sides. There was no place on her torso his mouth didn't touch and when she moaned he gave her deep, ragged pleased sounds of his own that made her stomach clench and wound that ball of want in her core tighter.

Tighter until she thought it would snap.

As his lips, moved across her hips and lower stomach, his teeth just grazing the delicate skin she buried her fingers in his hair and her hips bowed.

Clearly he was not ready for the rest of her yet however as he flipped her onto her back, his body ascending hers. She could feel that hot length of man pressed in the juncture of her thighs as he swept her hair away and kissed the back of her neck, paying the same attention to her shoulders as spidery fingers caressed her sides. He brought himself up, now straddling her thigh as his lips found her spine, his tongue and teeth caressing it in a delicious slide that made her moan and rock her bum back into his hot erection.

"Ah, Severus…" She cooed, her hips still rocking her as he found his way back up, teeth grazing up to her shoulder blades, alternating until he'd tasted every inch of her back.

"You taste so sweet, my dear." He sucked hard at the skin on the back of her neck, his teeth grazing as he left a rather dark red mark. He smirked as his fingers caressed the bruised skin and she whined beneath him. He was certain to leave it in a position to be hidden behind her hair, they were adults, after all.
"How could I resist the urge to savor every inch of you." She whimpered this time and he slid back to help her flip over. Her eyes were heavy lidded, she could feel them as she blinked and stared up at him. His blown pupils, he was as lost in lust as she was, at least.

It was a wonder to her, his level of self control as he leant down to kiss her lips once more. His tongue slipping into her mouth and teasing at her own, groaning at her taste. She arched her back, her breasts pressed into his chest, all but begging for more and he brought up a palm to cup the supple skin, a growl burning up from his chest and being lost to her mouth as they continued to kiss fervently.

His hand snaked downwards, finally grazing the heated skin of her mons and slipping into the moist folds. He wanted to dive in, to devour and lose himself in her but he slowed himself. She cried out when his fingers played at the bundle of nerves, delicately flicking and making Hermione tense and rock against him. He smirked into their kiss and drew back.

He wanted to watch her face, her eyes stared up into his as he delved lower, a single finger hooking into her and drawing a grunt from her lips, she bit her lip as she watched him.

He looked lost in sensation as he stroked her internally and her eyes closed for a brief second before opening at his deep hiss.

"Keep them open." He demanded, watching as she fought the urge to close them again when she cried out. He smirked, knowing he'd found what he'd sought and working his finger harder against it.

He added another, careful to apply the digit slowly, to give her time to adjust. Sensation assaulted her body and she cried out as he walls clenched and her body burned through with nothing but pleasant heat.

She could do nothing but watch his smirking face as he pulled his fingers free and settled himself between her thighs.

No words passed between them, only a look before he thrust forward, she cried out at the soft burn of her muscles stretching to accomadate him and he brought his lips to hers, stroking her hair and uttering little words of encouragement as he held himself still.

It was everything in him not to rock, to move, she was so tight around him and the bonding ceremony they'd initiated was urging him to carry on.

It was a primal, almost animal need to finish their mating, to make her his and his alone. No chance at another.

It was also an unfortunate part of the ceremony that he was filled with the urge to procreate with the witch. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing for him. It wasn't.

He'd watched his friends have children, watched the children of those friends grow up.

It was his turn, was it not?

Or were those the thoughts brought on by the bonding?

He couldn't be certain, but he knew Hermione was well aware, more than likely suffering the same urges.

She grasped at his shoulders, her fingers digging into sinewy muscle and gave him a look, her amber eyes wide.

Move.

And their bodies began to move together, long, thorough thrusts and soft moans, he could feel her. Hear her inside of him, the rush of her blood, the pounding of her heart, the wild thoughts that dashed through her mind. It was as if he was inside of her, the entirety of their beings merging and becoming one beautiful combination of the two.

The pleasure was white hot across her skin, her moans coming louder than she could have ever hoped to control and she was suddenly glad for silencing charms. He held her hips as he thrust, her own body coming up to meet his in perfect synchronicity. She could hear him, she could feel his invasion of her entire being and it stole her breath away. And then, an orgasm so much more intense than the first rocked through her body, tearing a loud moan of his name from her lips and his lips were on hers, his thrust more urgent, needing. She was filled with his warmth, with the entirety of his being and he fell to her side, his arms wrapped around her. Holding her until they were both entirely unconscious.