Hermione stared at him for a long time, flames licking at her lower belly…lower…
She nodded.
It was only a moment after her nod that he had grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close to him. She was so close she could feel his breath at her temple as her heart thudded almost painfully in her chest. She tried to yank her wrist away but he held her fast. He cocked his head and leaned in, his nose tracing down her temple. Then he did something that triggered a nearly forgotten memory. He breathed in a lungful of her scent. He inhaled her.
"Hello, beautiful…"
Hermione's legs clenched as she felt something pass between them. A heat. A fire. Something, sinful…carnal…
And then, with little preamble, he had shoved her back, backing her against the hard living room wall.
She let out a little yelp as her back made contact with the wall. She thought she saw a dot of concern in his eyes that was quickly replaced with something darker.
His hands went to either side of her, resting his weight on the wall, trapping her between it and him.
He looked directly in her eyes and she forgot to breathe.
"Now…Penelope…we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."
Hermione shuddered against him. She looked at him, waiting for her to respond in some way, or acknowledge him. Somewhere in the back of her head her mind screamed 'What are you doing?!'
Her tongue crept out to wet her lips. He followed it with great interest.
"What…what do you mean?," she said, a little breathlessly.
He leaned forward, just under her ear and inhaled her scent again. Then, when he spoke, his breath ghosted over the spot where her neck and shoulder met, making her shudder.
"I won't take your friends to the Ministry…if…if…you come with me."
His hand came up to stroke the side of her neck gently. Then, he surprised them both when he leaned in and licked a long streak from her neck to her temple. White hot electricity shot straight to her core.
She realized again he was looking at her, waiting for her reaction, the unspoken implication that she could end this at any moment she felt uncomfortable. She looked away.
But, oh, how she burned…
His thumb grazed the side of her neck again and her eyes snapped back to his.
"Yes…I'll…I'll go with you."
She barely managed to say it before he had bunched the back of her jumper behind her neck in his hand and was pulling her up to him and then pushing her along back towards the bedroom. Hermione was nearly shocked, but pleasantly so. He was playing his part to the hilt. Because she had asked him to. It caught her off guard how…authentic he was making the whole thing.
As he gently nudged her over the bedroom threshold she could feel how wet she had become as she walked. What had this man done to her? He had taken her, an innocent, and turned her wanton. A creeping sensation drew down her spine when she began to realize she wanted him to push her around, to take her, to possess her in every sense of the word.
Please.
He was behind her now, and he took a step even closer, until his breath ran over the shell of her ear. His hands came around to her swollen belly and up, under her jumper until he found and began toying with her nipples. She fell slack and leaned back into him, against him. He dropped his hands and spoke softly into her ear.
"Be good for me, Penelope, and lie down".
It was a command, not a request and she obeyed. Hermione moved to the bed, turned, and sat at the edge.
"What…what are you going to do to me?," she asked, partially playing her role and partially desperate to hear him say dirty things to her.
"Well, I reckon that depends on you."
He strode to the edge of the bed. His eyes didn't betray him at all this time. She instinctively knew she was safe with him, this was just a game, so she could relax, but the coldness in his eyes would have been terrifying otherwise.
It was a game, wasn't it?
"Take it off," he said quietly, looking her up and down.
"Take what off?," she asked.
"All of it."
Hermione blinked at him, letting his command register as she felt herself clench someplace deep inside. She hastily reached for the edges of the jumper, crossing her arms across her chest.
"No," he said flatly.
She stopped, dropped her arms and let her tongue wet her top lip before speaking.
"No?"
He moved closer to her, his leg down between her own, running against the inside of her knee.
"Slowly."
She drew in a breath and her hands shook as she reached them across her chest. Gingerly, she pulled the hem up and over her head slowly, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze briefly, then covering herself.
"No. I want to see. Show me what I get for letting your friends go, my lovely."
Hermione took another breath in and dropped her arms, her face flushing. Her breasts were swollen as was her belly. As his eyes raked over her form she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at how thoroughly he studied her.
"And the rest," he said, his eyes flitting down to her bottoms.
She grasped the waist band and shrugged out of her bottoms, letting them fall to the floor. He kicked them away and bent; kneeling until his face was at her height. His hands moved from her ankles up over her legs, trailing up to the inside of her kneecaps. Hermione gasped as his feather-light touches caressed her legs. He kneaded the soft skin behind her knees and then his hands moved up, torturously slowly. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides; fisting the sheets. She instinctively moved to close her legs but he grabbed her by the thighs. He leaned forward until he spoke into her ear, gruffly.
"No."
Then she felt his hand above her breastbone, forcing her back, making her lay back on the mattress. His hands spread her thighs apart and he moved closer between them. The cool air of the room ghosted over her swollen lips, pulling the wetness from within. She could sense he was studying her, there, where her moist skin was flushed and grooved, and she was both appalled and excited by it. She tried to close her legs but he held them open, inspecting her.
"Let me see you, my lovely. You are so beautiful. Here."
When he said that his finger just grazed the side of the tender nub of flesh where she opened.
She gasped and nearly leapt off the mattress at the sensation. Hermione's heart raced as she studied the ceiling above, her fingers curling and uncurling in anticipation.
His hands ran to the juncture of her thighs, but he didn't move to touch her further.
The fire within stoked itself ever higher.
"Please-," she started
"Please what?," he said, his breath ghosting over her swollen lips.
"I-,"
His mouth descended on her and she forgot herself. Forgot they were acting, forgot her dilemma…
And when he his fingers probed deeply and moved inside her, she forgot her name. She clenched around him and cried out as he moved faster, more forcefully. Then, out of the nothingness she heard him…
"Good fucking girl."
The dam broke and she spasmed around his fingers. There was a brief second she swore she had stopped breathing. And then the waves crashed around her and pulled her with them into the dark euphoria she craved. Her eyes closed and her body fully relaxed.
Her eyes fluttered open as she saw him removing his clothing, standing over her.
"Over," he said, nudging at her leg.
"Over?," she said, coming down from her high, her eyes unfocused…confused…searching.
He grabbed her and began to flip her. She realized he wanted her to turn over but was unsure of what to do. He half pushed her into a position she had heard of but never tried. She clumsily got onto all fours; his hand on her back, guiding her, the pregnancy making her move awkwardly.
He moved his hand between her legs and touched her from behind, making her jerk away, still so sensitive after her release.
He then took his hand and ran it up over her shoulder, grabbing onto it. He used his other hand to guide him to her entrance.
"Easy…," he said to no one in particular.
He entered her fully in a single, leisurely motion and the ruthless precision of his slow thrust forced tears from the corners of Hermione's eyes. Gods, it felt so good to be filled. Hermione bit her lip as he pulled back, and entered her slowly and fully again. This was an entirely new spot than he had been hitting inside her before. He entered her the third time a little more sharply and she cried out.
He responded by fisting his hand in her hair andpulling. Hard.
His mouth moved to her ear.
"You are mine."
His hips moved slowly out again and then in fully and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
"I'm going to fuck you until you come apart for me again."
He drove into her. Harder.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard I will ruin you for anyone else."
He punctuated the word with a snap of his hips. She yelped again, pulled back flush against him as he moved more forcefully. Hermione tried to move against him but he had her pinned and completely at his mercy. He began to pump his hips faster…harder…deeper.
"By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for me inside you."
He yanked her head back again, and she struggled against him, struggled against her own impending release, but he held her taut, moving furiously inside her. Each time he hit that horribly wonderful place inside her, she cried out.
"Because you are mine."
He let her hair go and her head snapped forward, her momentum drawing him over her, his hands falling on either sides of hers, supporting himself.
They moved together, her pushing back against him, arching; pulling him in closer, further…
His hand snaked between them, found the place where her legs met and stroked her.
Time stopped…
They found their release together, crashing into ecstasy in each other's arms. Hermione's legs gave way to the soft mattress beneath. He fell onto his back beside her. They both took a moment to catch their respective breaths.
She rolled onto her side and ran her hand slowly up his chest, until it rest over his heart.
His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard but she swore as she began drifting away again, she distinctly heard him say,
"You…You'll be the death of me."
