Chapter 92: To Be Bonded In Love

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{"'Cause I can feel you breathe, it's washing over me...And suddenly, I'm melting into you...There's nothing left to prove...Baby, all we need is just to be...Caught up in the touch, slow and steady rush...Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?...I can feel you breathe...Just breathe..."} Breathe, Faith Hill

Elegant Room, Hotel, Unknown Location, Unknown World...

One by one, articles of clothing littered the bedroom floor of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger-Snape's hotel room. The Potions Master towered above his young wife as she assisted him in discarding his newly unbuttoned shirt and unbuckled his trousers. Silence filled the room aside from their mutual labored breaths as the frequent series of passion filled kisses left them winded. The night had been so beautiful, the dancing more than Hermione could have ever hoped for, and Snape was just pleased that he'd accomplished his goal at least as far as their first night away from everything had been concerned. Once they finished dessert, they ventured back to their room where Snape elected to carry his young wife over the threshold as he wanted him to do on their first night together. Hermione knew all too well what occurred after that, but Snape had been every bit the gentleman he promised he'd be when their personal venture began. He carried her into the room and straight toward the bed unable to keep her from clinging to him as she began to spell away her attire. The sweet scent of jasmine filled the room and Snape found himself lost in his need for his wife more so than his plans for the evening.

At the present moment, Hermione Granger's rather nimble fingers found their way to making short work of the button of her husband's trousers as her back touched the soft marshmallow bed below her. In his haste to get closer to his wife, Snape threw the equally soft and surprisingly plump pillows off the bed leaving behind the thin white sheets to cover them both. Once done, his rough calloused hands made their way all over her exposed body kneading her flesh as if in an attempt to claim all of her at once. Harsh pale lips that dished out many a scathing insult gently grazed the flesh of the now whimpering young witch's neck as Snape began to get control of his senses. His kisses were slow and deliberate as they moved along her body as the heat between them increased becoming as intense as their need for one another.

The young witch of course gave as good as she got, soft hands pulling and tugging until at last she claimed her prize. A low hiss escaped the wizard towering above her as she managed to claim the most hidden part of him in a physical sense. It never ceased to amaze Severus Snape that despite being under the command of both the despot and the old fool, only Hermione Granger held direct sway over him in such a manner that they could never achieve nor fathom. Snape himself had not even been aware of how easily she could assert her control over him. His willingness to do anything to please her knowing no bounds.

"Please Severus..." she whispered as he ear came forward and her lips gaze them amid his suckling her neck and breast.

Every last article of clothing found it's way to the floor below amid the pillows and the thick cream colored duvet.

Severus Snape couldn't hold back the groan as she continued to keep hold of him. Another series of heated kisses to shift her mind elsewhere were only half returned as she was determined to feel him as she had so many nights before since their wedding night.

"Please..." she whispered again knowing all too well what she wanted most in that moment. "Severus."

Noting the almost predatory look in her eyes, Snape decided to turn the tables. He wrapped his arms around the needy witch and pulled her closer then proceeded to flip their positions with her now towering over him. His dark obsidian eyes seemed to glow in challenge as she met his gaze and proceeded to accomplish what she set out to ask for. Snape could barely contain himself as Hermione moved to fit his cock right where it belonged.

The distinctive hiss from him after the shock wore off and the moan that came from her lips was quite the musical number in terms of their apparent bedroom waltz. Snape looked up at the witch whom had been riding him fascinated by her on all accounts. The Headboard beat against the nearby wall as Hermione more than met Snape's challenge as he gripped her from the bed below. She seemed to be doing quite well with the change of position, almost entirely too well with her eyes locked onto his and control rather firmly in her grasp. He seemed content to let her have her way this time around as he gently guided her into a rhythm of sorts.

Looking down at him provided Hermione with something of an advantage as she noted just how much he'd been willing to adhere to her wishes. She couldn't help but notice the implication of a rather notorious Slytherin serpent exposing his underbelly to the eyes of a hungry lioness from Gryffindor. Snape seemed to gauge her thoughts for a moment and didn't hesitate to show her just how dangerous a snake like him could be given his height and reach. At any time he could turn the tables and she'd be powerless to stop him. Slowly, her fingers trailed along the exposed scars she'd known so well wanting more than anything to ease whatever pain they had caused him.

At the moment, Snape seemed more infatuated with the young witch as her long flowing hair rose and fell at her exposed shoulders with each thrust forward from him and an attempt to meet him from her well timed movements. She'd been vastly inexperienced in this position but a joy to watch as the utter shock of just how much of his cock she could take on her own filed across her face. Her moans filled the room as they had so many times before in junction to the beating of the headboard against the wall. Much to Snape's disappointment, the new bed didn't have the same springs as his bed back at Spinner's End, but was comfortable none the less.

Locked away from the rest of the world, time had no meaning in this place and nor had the outside worlds. So far removed were the worries and cares of the contented couple that they didn't even acknowledge that their act had taken them well away from the night and into the early hours of the very next day.

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Later...

While Snape enjoyed the witch riding him, he'd been far more interested in claiming her as he once more shifted the tides and Hermione found herself with her back pressed against the mattress and slightly damp sheets from the exertion of her previous efforts with her husband. Snape didn't hesitate to pick up where they left off, easing back into the witch below him as she wrapped her legs around him. His lean pale form between her thighs and his body pressed against her chest amid the crisp white sheets that surrounded them. Another heated exchange of kisses did little to slow them down as Snape's rough calloused hand locked onto Hermione's knotting their fingers in unison as The Potions Master's thrusts increased. Hermione knew it wouldn't be long now as she registered the familiar harshness in her husband's breathing as he body grew tense and kisses more demanding.

"Fuck!" hissed Snape as the familiar sensation of release flooded him.

"S-Severus!" the panting witch yelled out feeling her own dragged along for the ride as he continued a series of long slow thrusts until he'd been too spent to move.

Covered in sweat and gasping for breath, Snape's raven hair covered his face as he rolled toward his chosen side of the bed in a valiant effort not to crush the witch below him. Hermione had a difficult time forming a coherent thought for a moment or two but found herself equally drenched and winded as a result of their passionate exchange. Looking up at the ceiling, Snape slicked back his hair and turned his attention to his wife.

"Everything to your liking Mrs. Snape?" he asked.

Hermione treated him to a breathless smile and rested her head against his chest. She'd been much to exhausted and pleasantly satisfied to made a quip at his expense and settled for dosing off instead. Snape watched her for a few moments before noting the change in her breathing and turned his attention back to staring at the ceiling as he wrapped his arms around her. So far everything had been going according to plan and then some. If he accomplished nothing else, he would see to it that she had at least fond memories of him from this time as he knew all too well what awaited them once they left this place. Unable to hold back any longer, Snape succumbed to his exhaustion and fell asleep holding his already slumbering wife in his arms.

He had loved her more than she would ever know, and it further cemented his decision to honor the old man's idiotic request.