Chapter 15 - Consumation

"Yes," Hermione whispered. She was ready, she was strong, she was brave.

More importantly, as Severus explored her thoughts, she could feel the sincerity in his words and knew he would not reject her. He slipped from her mind, and she sat up in his lap.

"Come with me. I think we will be more comfortable elsewhere." She stood and looked demurely over her shoulder towards him.

~~SSHG~~

When they reached her bedroom, Hermione turned and stepped into his arms once again.

"Severus, I will not hold it against you if you change your mind."

He answered with a stroke of her cheek and a drag of his hand to the buttons high upon the back of her neck.

He kept her in his sights as he deftly unbuttoned her robes, slowly dragging his fingers across her skin with each pass.

Hermione welcomed the feeling of his magic as it hummed so closely to her spine. Her core was tingling, and she felt the anticipation build within her.

Severus touched her shoulders and gently turned her so her back was to him. As he continued the unclasping of the row of buttons down her back, he rested his lips against her skin and whispered to her, "Hermione, I will show you how I feel. Your place will be upon a throne, and I shall sit at your feet. I will guard and protect you. I will act upon every command you give me."

As Severus reached the small of her exposed back, he stepped up to her, pressing his body into her. His right hand came forward to stroke her throat, and his left hand slid the sleeve of her robe from her shoulder.

And there he felt it. The top end of her scar. He turned her back to face him and continued his chant. "Thank you. Thank you for bestowing this honor upon me, Hermione. I will never give you a reason to doubt my feelings."

~~SSHG~~

Hermione felt as if she would crawl out of her skin. Severus was so patient, so tender, so loving, and his words and actions gave her the strength to know she could do this. Her arousal had been building since their kisses on the sofa. His undressing of her made her feel as if she were a powerful force.

"Please, Severus, let me touch your skin. Merlin, I need you."

Her command was all it took. He pulled his wand, and their clothes were quickly strewn in a pile across the room.

Hermione backed towards her bed and sat on its edge. Before her was a man, as far from perfect as she. His long, sinewed body was covered in scars, and his slender legs could use a little more weight. To her eyes he was beautiful and broken, yet resilient. Is this how he saw her?

~~SSHG~~

She crawled across her bed and turned to face him.

"Tell me again, Severus. I need to hear it."

"A thousand times, witch. I cannot tear my eyes from you. I will show you."

With that, Severus lay by to her side. Exhaling deeply, he traced her collarbones with his deft fingertips, his gaze following the trail. He leaned down to sample her soft, sweet skin, and his tongue filled the beautiful hollow where those bones met.

Issuing a quiet mewl, Hermione reached up to his head and began to massage his scalp.

Encouraged by her reaction, Severus resumed his cupping of her damaged flesh, enjoying the sensation of bare skin beneath his hand. Hoping not to frighten his witch, he traced his finger from the top of the breast's scar to the flesh beneath, all the while watching her face for traces of discomfort.

She wantonly arched her back, demanding his caress.

Needing no further encouragement, Severus brought his lips to her torn nipple and began lathing her pebbled skin. He reached for her right breast and gently, oh, so gently pinched her erect nipple.

"So good, Severus. So good..." Hermione's breath began escalating, and her hips ground into his erection. Her pubis felt warm and moist, and he twitched against her in anticipation.

"Please, love, let me touch you," she begged. With that, Hermione pushed herself up whilst pressing Severus back into her bed.

"It's been so long for me, Severus. I never thought I would enjoy this again." She smirked down at his languid face. "I have a secret... I've dreamt of this. You and I. I've dreamt of this over the past two months."

Severus could not hide the surprise on his face. "Tell me, Hermione. I want to know your dreams."

Hermione bent her waist, and Severus couldn't help but be intrigued at the dimple that formed under her ribs. Just as he reached to touch that spot of skin, he felt her breath upon his cock.

His sac tingled as her nose inhaled the scent of manhood.

"Just as I dreamt. You smell divine... you smell of tea, spices, leather."

~~SSHG~~

Hermione was overwhelmed by the wizard's attention. His actions empowered her. She felt bold, strong, brave. She had not felt this way since the exhilaration of the final battle. She could conquer the world.

Her explorations continued. She licked her lips, then dragged her tongue from the base of his cock to his glans. She took him in hand and dragged his foreskin back, feasting upon each spot of skin.

He gasped as she filled her mouth with his body. She used her tongue to tease the underside of his sensitive tip.

It was his turn to reach to her now loosening mane, and he growled as his hand struggled to pull pins from her hair.

"Hermione, please, if you don't stop, this will end before it begins." He clasped her chin and lifted her eyes to his.

Hermione crawled up his torso before lying once more by his side. She took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles. Then she brought his hand to rest against her vulva.

The heat between her legs felt inviting to his fingers. He stroked her, dragging his middle finger from the tip of her hood to the base of her vagina. He coaxed her, whispered her name, told her what a good witch she was. His finger finally reached inside and her walls constricted at his touch. Her instinct took over and enflamed her desire.

Because of her torture, he had wondered if the dampness would be there still. It most definitely was. He was going to need a towel at this rate. Years of pent-up passion were spilling from her.

He leaned into a kiss, and as his tongue traced her throat, he pulled his finger from her body and encircled her stiff little clit. Her unexpectant gasp was his confirmation he was touching her the way she wished.

Hermione grabbed his shoulder and rolled onto her side. The wanton minx was rubbing herself up and down his arm, biting his shoulder and riding his hand.

"Oh, Gods, Severus, I'm coming, I'm coming, please don't..."

He felt her shiver before she could finish her sentence. As her pussy clasped his fingers, he pressed her once more onto her back. He knelt over her and positioned himself between her legs.

"Last chance, Hermione. Say the word and break my heart, but remain unscathed. Give me reason to stay and beware the consequences of associating with an evil man."

~~SSHG~~

His words pulled at her heart. Did he really think so poorly of himself? She knew she had nothing to fear from him. She knew all she needed to know. She loved him, she cared for him, and he reciprocated those tender emotions.

Hermione brought her knees up on either side of Severus, planting her feet firmly upon the mattress. She reached between their sweating bodies and pressed his cock to her cunt.

He pushed swift and hard, sheathing himself within her. This was where he should be. The world melted away, and all that mattered was the smiling woman beneath him. Her mouth opened in a soft "ah", then she closed her eyes, tilting her head back and exposing her throat to him. A treat, if ever there was one. As he pulled his hips back, he bent to smell the skin of her neck. Lovely.

Severus leaned over her, a hand supporting him on either side of her neck. He reached to her left knee and dragged her leg over his hip. He rocked deeply into her, feeling the scarred closure at the top of her channel, where softer muscle would normally be found.

He concentrated, taking his time, watching her expressions and exploring her pussy with his cock. He wanted to know every inch of her, inside and out. When he was satisfied he had mapped her territory, he reached for her headboard and pulled her further towards it.

"Place your legs around me, love. I am going to fuck your pretty body so well that you will never want to leave this bed." The moment her ankles crossed at the small of his back, Severus grabbed a pillow, then lifter her slightly and placed a pillow under her hips. Satisfied she was comfortable, he began thrusting rhythmically into her.

The swifter his tempo, the harder he fell. Somewhere in his periphery he heard Hermione moan, chant his name, demand faster, harder, faster and felt her nails scratch across his chest.

This was what he longed for, and he obeyed. Severus gritted his teeth, ignored the desire to prolong the inevitable, surrendered to the magic flowing from her to him, and allowed his orgasm to cataclysmically shatter their world.

A/N - My deep gratitude to my beta, Dreamy_Dragon. Not mine, no profit.