In Thorns of Hateful Lust

"What are you waiting for? Get on with it." Hermione tried her hardest to not look at her new husband. This marriage was utter bullshit, just because he's from one of the biggest families and she, despite being a Muggle, has a very high affinity for magic. They were married against their wishes and were supposed to make an heir on their first night.

Draco hated this as much as she did, if not more. In fact everyone in his family did. "Get her pregnant once and be done with it." His father had told him. Sure, but Draco is the one stuck living with her afterwards.

Try as he might he couldn't take his eyes off her naked body, her long hair flowing and framing her perfectly, the swell of her breasts, the softness of her thighs, the column of her neck, the slightly parted lips and the glistening folds between her legs. She was getting him hard. Sure his hand had to do most of the work but the sight before him helped a lot too.

"It might be easier if you weren't just lying there, Granger. At least spread your legs for me." Draco wouldn't help the smug smile when Hermione did the exact opposite. If she were anyone else that angry pout would be adorable. "Always making things difficult. We both know we have to do this so might as well get it over with don't you agree?" Draco scooted closer to her on the bed, using his knees to spread her legs apart, meeting minimal resistance. "So subburn."

"Would be very nice if you could get this done in a few thrusts." It was her turn to smile at him. Truth was she knew he had stamina, she could tell just by looking at how well built his body was but she would never in her life miss the opportunity to get under his skin.

Draco tched, one hand on Hermione's knee and the other lining the tip of his cock with the entrance to her pussy, "Are you wet enough?" The almost soft and concerned tone caught them both of guard. "If not this is gonna be a lot more difficult you know." No care, he was just annoyed, as was obvious when his voice came back with all the venom for her that it held previously.

He pushed forward a little, groaning as his tip came in contact with her very wet cunt. As he began to smile to himself Hermione piped up, "Don't flatter yourself. I prepared myself while you were in the bathroom. As you said, this would be more difficult otherwise." And seeing him wet, hair messy and falling over his forehead and erect surely had nothing to do with her getting wetter since he joined her. Nothing at all. "You should know though, I've never done this before." She admitted in a shy tone, showing him a nervous side of herself for the first time ever.

Draco blinked, unsure if he heard right, "You're a virgin?" The moment she confirmed it he started laughing, "Your first time and you're giving it to the man you hate. Gotta say Granger, I think you just made this a lot more enjoyable for me."

"You're sick, Malfoy." She hated him, god how she hated him. She hated him for his smug smirk, for his entitled attitude, the way he looked down on everyone else, the way he hated her just as much as she hated him. And she embraced him for it. Literally, Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down, "I don't want to see your face while we fuck."

"Finally something we agree on." Draco grunted, having a little trouble angling himself from this angle. After a little nudging he finally got the tip to sink in. Even that seemed to startle his new wife, and surprisingly he stopped there. If he was really his usual amount of assholeness he might have kept going just to hear her whimper. There will be time for it. He took it inch by inch, feeling every breath, every time she scratched her nails along his back, and she in turn felt his cock pushing through her inner walls, stretching her for him, his body breath on her shoulder, the exhale when he bottomed out.

Hermione felt him starting to pull out as soon as he bottomed out. She can't let him do that yet, her body has to adjust. She did the first thing she thought off and wrapped her legs around him, crossing them at the ankles and digging her heels into him, "Don't you dare move before I tell you to."

"Someone's very bossy." Draco teased. He teased her. Not insulted, teased. "What makes you think I'd ever take orders from someone like you?"

"Because," She pulled his hair, hard, resulting in him whimpering, "I know you can't beat me in a hand-to-hand fight. Must be real embarrassing for you Draco." Of course the first time she used his name was when she was insulting him.

But Draco, he was being nice to her up until now, he can insult right back, "And I'm the only man who knows how you sound when you're a moaning mess." Huh? She wasn't- he started moving as fast as he could with her legs still around him, his abs pressing against her clit, his balls slapping into her loudly, but not as loud as Hermione's moans and whimpers, "Must be very embarrassing for you, Hermione."

She didn't want to talk to him, she didn't want to open her mouth because she was afraid of more sounds coming out. Of proving him right. She held onto him tighter, trying to focus on the feeling alone, his cock hitting so fucking deep, deeper then her fingers ever could.

"Fuck!" She screamed before she could stop herself. A moment later she pulled him closer, her lips occupied with his neck to prevent herself from making that mistake again. The kisses were harsh, angry, desperate, messy and everything that made Draco want to empty his balls deep into Hermione's sopping wet cunt.

Denying it won't do any good now, she already showed her hand, and by Merlin it effected him. "Yes, fuck, I'll fuck all my seed into you tonight." He didn't even realize he was saying it, he too was so far gone into the pleasure, the kind he never knew he wanted, the pleasure of the woman he hated clamping down around his cock, squeezing him dry of his cum until he had no more left to give.