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The Hogwarts Christmas Orb	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 8467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six

Intimate Connection

Riddle had thought for sure the experience with the bloke who’d tried to rape her would be the end of Hermione’s dating and his inevitable win with regards to their bet. He’d already decided that his reward would be her answering his two questions. He’d smirked at the thought of the look on her face when she would realise she had to answer him without getting the knowledge of how his secret pocket worked in return.

However, Granger seemed to be not that easily deterred. What was even worse was that this new bloke, Evangolius (who named his child that?) seemed to have caught her fancy. He had no idea why. The man couldn’t have an IQ over fifty, and he’d never thought Granger was one to go on looks alone. But this was the fifth date she’d been on with the brainless pretty boy, and no matter how many ‘happy thoughts’ he sent in Evangolius’s direction, the bloke just wouldn’t keel over and die on him.

So, now he was locked in the bathroom, while they were going at it in the bedroom. She’d dared lock Lord Voldemort in her bathroom. He clenched his hands to fists. The insolent little chit. Sure, he could shift into vapour and leave, but that would give away his secret.

‘Oh, God, you are so tight.’

All right, he had enough of this. Hermione Jean Granger would find out what it meant to disrespect Lord Voldemort.

Using his anger, he shifted to vapour and flew through the cracks. They were on the bed, Evangolius pumping rapidly unaware a bored Hermione looked sideways at her alarm clock. Riddle materialised right next to her on the bed, lying sideways, with his face in her direction. ‘Need some expert help there?’ he taunted.

The effect was spectacular. She’d never screamed so loud in her life, pushing Evangolius off of her and jumping out of the bed, grasping her wand of her nightstand and clothing herself with a flick before pocketing the wand in her dressing gown.

‘Wha-what?’ Evangolius stuttered, confused.

‘This isn’t working,’ Hermione said, taking in a deep breath to calm herself. ‘Just go.’

‘Did I do something wrong?’ Evangolius asked.

Tom snorted. ‘Just about everything.’

‘Did I hurt you?’ Evangolius added before Hermione had a chance to respond. He seemed genuinely concerned.

‘With that boring routine, highly unlikely,’ Tom commented.

‘Shut up, you impossible, arrogant piece of—’ she stopped yelling and shaking her fist at Tom when she saw Evangolius’s bemused staring. Taking another deep breath, Hermione turned to her previous bed partner and said, ‘I’m sorry, Evan, this isn’t working out for me. You better go.’

Evangolius’s shoulders dropped slightly. ‘Why? I thought we were great together.’

‘Just go, please.’

He moved off the bed, grabbing his clothes. Halting in the doorway, he turned and asked, ‘Shall I owl you tomorrow?’

‘Get out!’ Hermione yelled, throwing a nearby vase at his head in frustration.

‘You fucking crazy bitch!’ Evangolius shouted, fleeing the flat.

Tom was pretty sure the bloke had never moved this fast in his entire life. Satisfied he wouldn’t be seeing that moron ever again, he turned his attention to the little witch in the room. She made quite a stunning figure as she stood there in her dressing gown, hair all electrified by her anger and power—positively magnificent.

Apart from Hermione’s heavy, frustrated breathing, the bedroom was utterly silent. Slowly, she turned to Tom, a murderous expression on her face. He was still lying sideways on her bed, his long legs crossed at the ankles, his hand supporting his head, allowing those long slender fingers to peek through those pitch-black locks. His hair was somewhat ruffled and his dark eyes shone merrily. He made quite the perfect picture, and she was pretty sure he knew it. Hermione pushed aside the suddenly rising attraction, which she was sure was due to Evan’s lacking performance and her unsatisfied, wanton feelings, and she focused on her anger.

‘You really have no respect for boundaries, do you?’ she hissed.

‘And you do?’ Riddle countered. ‘Instead of simply telling me you wanted to be alone with Mr I’ll-Never-Have-An-Original-Thought-In-My-Life, you locked me up.’

‘That’s no excuse to just invade my privacy like that.’

‘Well, you didn’t sound like you were enjoying yourself. You know you can tell a bloke that he’s doing something wrong.’

‘Over the line again. It’s none of your business.’

‘Though I doubt the dolt could’ve taken directions properly,’ he continued, undeterred. ‘I never thought you’d be shy in the sack, Granger.’

‘This isn’t about shyness,’ she growled. ‘You had no business being here. You’ve got no business commenting on what I can and cannot do with another man. Actually, you were the one that talked on and on about my boring homely life and that I needed to get out more, and now that I do, you’re what, jealous?’

He bristled.

‘Oh, I think you are. Everything in the world has to be about you after all, the great Lord Voldemort,’ she said, raising her hands to the sky. ‘I’m so sick of this shit. We’re not doing this anymore.’

‘Doing what?’

‘You interfering with my life. I liked my life before you complicated it. I happen to like my books, my freedom, my independence, my quiet time when I’m not working and I don’t need you telling me it’s wrong.’

Tom raised his eyebrows. ‘I never said that it was wrong.’

‘You said boring.’

He shrugged.

‘I’m not boring! Now get the hell out of my bed before I kick you out.’

When he wasn’t moving immediately, she took a threatening step forward, determined to kick the living daylights out of him. How dare he lie there, looking so utterly fuckable when she felt beyond frustrated and unsatisfied.

‘You do realise he left your front door open?’ Tom interrupted, right before she was going to pound on him.

She cursed, storming out, too.

As she closed and locked the door, she sighed. Men were positively useless.

A soft, derisive laughter met her eardrums. Before she’d a chance to give Riddle a snide retort that might’ve stopped the obvious mockery coming her way, he’d already opened his mouth.

‘But do tell me, Granger, how do you round up these dolts? Do you go to some special “I’ve got no clue” club to pick them up?’

Hermione closed her eyes, leaning with her palm against the door. She was so tired of this shit. What on earth was she even doing, bringing home random blokes just to prove a silly point to Lord Voldemort? Her life had been so much easier before he entered it. Again.

She had been perfectly happy entertaining herself with a good book, sitting on her comfortable couch by the fire and sipping a nice, hot cup of coffee. The couch he was now inhabiting as if it were his domain. He had fully invaded every inch of her life, and there simply was no getting rid of him. With every passing day, he seemed to become more and more a part of her as if she couldn’t breathe without him. How could one man take up so much space? And why did she allow him to question everything she did? Why did she doubt herself and her choices based on what she knew to be manipulation?

‘Have you ever even been kissed properly once?’

What?

She swirled around, her eyebrows raised questioningly and her mouth already half-open to give him a piece of her mind, when she found him standing only a few feet away—his normal immaculate appearance slightly ruffled as if he’d not given it any attention. His tie was dangling loose over his white shirt because he’d unbuttoned it at the top, giving her a teasing glimpse of his chest. Said shirt also wasn’t tucked pristinely into his black trousers and his pale feet were sticking out. Slowly, her eyes trailed back up over his slender body, taking in those perfect hands with their long, slim fingers, that creak in his shirt showing of his flawless skin, that square jawline, his full lips, those dark eyes you could drown in and his now tousled hair. He looked positively to die for, and there was no doubt in her mind that all this was as deliberate as his normal, obsessively pristine appearance.

‘Do you really think that works?’ she sneered.

‘What?’ he replied innocently, but the amusement in his eyes belied his tone of voice—he knew exactly what she meant.

‘I really don’t have time for this,’ Hermione snapped, ‘whatever this,’ she gestured at his appearance, ‘is. I’m tired and I’m going to bed. Feel free to make yourself vanish.’

She walked past him in a brisk pace, not in the mood to go another round with him, especially not since he was so good in pinpointing the sore spots when it came down to her socialising skills or lack thereof. Demonstratively, she slammed the door of her bathroom shut. To her utmost surprise, he didn’t follow her in or kept bothering her with his incessant chatter through the door. Instead, it remained silent.

So, she could’ve calmly got herself ready for bed. However, that was not what happened. She did brush her teeth, washed herself, sniffed at her favourite flannel pyjamas and dumped them in the hamper, putting her dressing gown back on. She did everything she’d normally do, but somehow she wasn’t at ease. She was on edge. Her mind supplied her with the perfect picture he presented and she kept hearing those words ‘Have you ever even been kissed properly once?’ over and over again as if they were an invitation. She splashed some cold water in her face for good measure and dried her face, shaking her head towards the mirror as if reminding herself of her one and only option. This was an area not to be ventured into.

However, when she opened the door that led back into her bedroom, he was standing there, leaning against the wall with his left shoulder, his leg crossed at the ankle in front of the other: the epitome of dashing casualness and self-assurance. ‘I take it your reluctance to answer my simple question means you haven’t been kissed properly.’

Hermione bristled. ‘I’ve been kissed plenty of times, thank you very much.’

The corner of his mouth twitched up. ‘Yes, I was there. I, however,’ he pushed himself away from the wall and slowly glided towards her, ‘wasn’t talking about quantity, Hermione.’

The way her name slid of his lips made it sound oh so foreboding, sinuous and practically illegal. Her mouth turned dry and, in response, she folded her arms protectively in front of her chest. Instantaneously, he stopped moving towards her. They were a mere few feet apart now.

‘Not that it is any of your business, but I’ve been kissed perfectly fine in the past.’

‘Perfectly fine,’ he clicked with his tongue and shook his head, ‘not the words you would’ve used if you had any idea what a proper kiss entailed.’

‘Oh, and I suppose you’re “The Expert”,’ she mocked.

‘Is that a challenge?’

Yes.

‘No!’

Crap! What am I thinking? Nervously, Hermione rubbed her neck.

‘I think it is.’

‘Naturally, because when a woman says no, she means yes,’ Hermione sneered.

Tom tilted his head. ‘No, that’s not what I meant. If you don’t want to, if you’re too afraid of what you might experience, if you don’t dare to, it’s perfectly fine. Just say no right now and I’ll walk away and you can go to sleep and be with those so far beneath you, I can’t even see the crown of their heads. Or, you can overcome your fear of a true kiss. Be a true Gryffindor, overcome your fear of what you deem are inappropriate feelings towards me and say yes.’

‘You are so full of it.’

‘“Perfectly fine”. If you had any idea how inadequate those words are to describe a proper kiss, you wouldn’t hesitate for a second. I can do so much better than “perfectly fine”, Hermione Granger. Let me prove it to you.’

She blinked, looking down while she wriggled nervously with her fingers. This was a bad idea. Stupid. And yet … he’d made her curious. Had she really been missing out on something? Besides, it was only a kiss, right? It didn’t mean anything, did it?

‘Don’t you want to prove me wrong?’

‘You’re such a smooth manipulator,’ she replied, narrowing her eyes at him.

‘True, but I’m also very knowledgeable.’ He locked his eyes on hers. ‘About everything, Hermione.’ He took a step towards her. ‘Shall I explain it to you? How a real kiss isn’t about merely pressing your lips together and slobbering into each other’s mouths. I think you’ve always known there was more, always wanted more out of the experience, and just failed to meet someone able to give it to you.’ He cupped her face. She really wished she didn’t like the feeling of that, but it was nice, comforting. ‘Let me give it to you.’

‘Er … I—I …’ Her mouth was dry, so she swallowed, licking her lips as her eyes flickered between his mouth and his eyes. It was just a kiss, right? It didn’t mean anything. ‘All right, if it’ll stop you from nagging at me,’ she said bossily, trying to show how unimpressed she was, while her heart pounded audibly in her ears. It even sped up when she witnessed the familiar, foreboding, amused flicker in his eyes and the small upwards curve of his lips.

‘There will be no need for any … “nagging” when I’m done with you. Just try to follow my lead. I know that doesn’t come natural to you.’

Her glare made him chuckle lightly, causing her stomach to do a little flip-flop. Slowly, his hand stroked the side of her face, brushing a strand of hair away. It left a nice, tingling sensation in its wake, and she didn’t mind it when his fingertips danced over her cheek before disappearing into her hair and cupping the back of her neck. Fear and anticipation ran through her body, causing her senses to be on high alert. Her pupils were wide as he closed the distance between them, bumping into her still crossed arms. He merely raised an eyebrow questioningly at her, and she awkwardly dropped her arms. That erupted a predatory smile on his face and his eyes darkened, making her swallow reflexively. Her heart was in her throat now, and she had to lick her lips because her mouth was dry again.

His other hand now stroked her face, which was even more sensitised than before. It made her feel as if she were swaying on her feet. Their eye contact was intense; she couldn’t look away as he towered over her. Gently, he tilted her head, his fingers caressing her jawline as his thumb rubbed over her dry lips once. Automatically, she licked them again. When he leaned in, she moved forward and he backed off, clicking disapprovingly with his tongue. Unsure, Hermione looked at him. The silence was killing her, but she couldn’t find the right words to say—somehow they remained lodged in her throat.

His fingers went over the hollow of her throat meticulously before he tilted her head and moved in for a kiss again. She kept positively still this time. Actually, her whole body was tense in anticipation. His lips halted right before hers. She could sense his breath ghosting against them and she wanted so much to close the distance, but he held her head quite firmly. Her expectations shot through the roof and a dissatisfied groan grew in her throat without her conscious approval. Slowly, his lips brushed hers, once, twice, barely touching. It made her lips tickle ever so wonderfully. Heat flushed from her neck to her face. Her eyes fluttered shut.

Swiftly, he licked her lips once, then gently started nibbling on them. It was heaven and hell combined. She wanted more, yet this was so nice. Her body sank against his, hands gripping his clothes to steady herself. His hand trailed down her shoulder and side before snaking around her back. They were gently kissing, heads tilting from side to side in a calm pace.

Then, his arm tightened around her back; his fingers curled into her hair, gripping it tightly; and he roughly pressed his mouth to hers, almost brutally demanding access with his tongue. Eagerly, Hermione opened her mouth, feeling that kiss from head to toe. It was as if an electric charge shot down to the core of her sex. Her content moan vibrated between them as their tongues stroked each other languorously, heads changing position. Her hands moved up his chest, stroking his neck before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He swirled them around, pressing her back up against the wall while grabbing her thighs and lifting her.

Swiftly, Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands disappearing into his soft locks. They hadn’t even broken for air, kissing each other ferociously. His hands sneaked through the opening in her dressing gown at her thighs that had occurred when she’d wrapped her legs around him. His hands moved upwards, underneath the fabric, touching her soft, hot skin. It tickled deliciously as he trailed her sides. She bucked her hips towards him, almost feeling like she was burning up down there—she was so aroused it was on the edge of becoming painful. A desperate, muffled cry erupted in her throat. She needed more, so much more. He broke off their kiss, leaning his forehead against hers as they both panted for air.

Hermione opened her eyes, gazing straight in his.

‘Well?’ he asked breathlessly.

Her ragged breaths took priority before she finally was able to say, ‘Adequate, I suppose,’ lifting an eyebrow daringly and smirking at him.

‘Adequate,’ he repeated, his eyes darkening.

‘Yes,’ she added lightly, shrugging, her eyes twinkling at him.

He pressed his body hard against her, erupting a gasp from her lips. He leaned into her hair, licking the curve of her earlobe, which made her twitch. ‘I don’t respond well to lies, Miss Granger,’ he said threateningly, taking her lobe between his teeth and grazing it.

‘Oh gee, and what are you going to do about it?’ she taunted. ‘Going to punish the little liar?’

His breathing hitched, and his fingers dug into her sides. He stood there motionless, frozen to the ground.

‘Think you’re man enough to handle that?’ she added.

Calmly, he retreated from her ear, staring straight into her eyes. Her whole demeanour screamed mischief. She was daring him, and Lord Voldemort was never one to back down from a dare.

‘Are you sure you’re woman enough to handle me?’ he countered, raising an eyebrow.

‘Hmm…not sure I’ll have much to handle. You are quite the babbler and you know the saying, All talk and no play mammblllmmm …’

His lips bruised hers as he smothered the rest of her response. Her dressing gown fell open when he yanked the sash loose and she relished the feel of his hands exploring her fully available nude body, while she yanked off his tie and fumbled with all those damn buttons he had on his shirt. She mewled into his mouth when he fondled her breasts and decided, to hell with those buttons, grasping the fabric and giving it a firm yank. They clattered to the floor around them and she swiftly pushed his shirt off his shoulders and to the ground. As her hands travelled over his chest, his travelled upwards, enveloping her neck firmly as if he planned to choke her. She deepened their kiss in response, sucking at his tongue more ferociously, and felt the upwards curve of his lips that action achieved.

He loosened his grip, fingertips barely touching her skin, tickling all those pleasurable sensitive spots on her neck. Then, he abruptly moved his hands down over her shoulders, pushing the dressing gown to the floor and exposing her to him fully. Goosebumps erupted on her skin from both the chilly temperature of the room and the excellent attention she was receiving. Stumbling, they went to the bed, Hermione unbuttoning his trousers and trying to push them down while they walked and kissed. Inevitably, Tom’s legs got tangled in them and he lost his balance, toppling them onto the bed.

Hermione snorted, giggling at the situation, while Tom rose on his elbows, kicking off his trousers. He immediately pressed his lips to her neck, trailing butterfly kisses everywhere he could reach as they clumsily moved somewhat farther upon the bed. When he felt her hands go to his underpants, he slapped them away.

‘Patience, Granger,’ he reprimanded. ‘No wonder you’re bored stiff normally.’

‘Eh!’ she objected half-heartedly because his mouth made contact with her breast. She dug her fingers into his hair instead, enjoying the feel of his soft locks and massaging his skull.

He paid attention to every inch of her breast before moving to her nipple. When he circled the rim teasingly, her nipple erected and he closed his mouth around it, sucking hard abruptly. Gasping, Hermione arched, feeling it shoot straight to her core. Her fingers had grasped tightly to his hair, so he pulled her hands away calmly.

‘I think these need to be restrained,’ he purred, pushing them above her head. His mouth near her ear, he breathed the incantation ticklish against her earlobe. Something soft and silky slid several times around her wrists. ‘Much better,’ he added, admiring his handiwork.

Hermione tilted her head backwards, noticing the green scarf that in her opinion wasn’t much of a restraining tool. Besides, even with her wrists tied together, she could still move her arms forwards and grab his hair. Smirking mischievously, she moved her arms toward him, surprised when something stopped her.

Tom chuckled. ‘It’s magically attached to the headboard, dear. You’re going nowhere.’

That sounded like a dare to Hermione.

‘Really?’ she huffed, finding that he seriously underestimated her ability to slip out of things. That knot he’d used was far too loose, and she would demonstrate it. However, when she tried it, the scarf went taut. Her eyes widening, she tried to wrestle free, tear the fabric apart, but everything she did only caused her to become even more restrained. She growled in frustration, glaring at the amused snake above her. ‘Green, how utterly original,’ she sneered.

‘It’s to make sure you know who you belong to,’ he said, smirking.

Hermione raised an eyebrow mockingly. ‘You think a little piece of green fabric determines that? Hah!’

‘No, it’s merely symbolic,’ he admitted, gazing straight into her eyes. ‘What happens next will demonstrate it.’

His eyes darkened and the intensity made her catch her breath as he moved forward, folding his hands over hers and slowly drawing them down over her arms. ‘I will,’ he breathed, languidly kissing her mouth while his hands caressed up and down her arms, ‘explore every inch,’ his tongue trailed her jaw as his fingers stroked past her armpits all the way down her sides, ‘of your delicious body,’ he nibbled on her earlobe, ‘tonight.’ His mouth caught hers again, and as he kissed her oh so deep and dominant again, she felt herself go slack and surrendered, following his excellent lead.

‘That’s a good girl,’ he said hoarsely, stroking up her belly and over her breasts to her neck and shoulders. He placed his hands on each side of her body there and pressed up his legs to move them between hers. Realising what he was doing, Hermione spread her legs before he had to push them aside. ‘A very good girl,’ he purred, settling between them on his knees, his hands travelling down, squeezing her breasts. ‘Show yourself to me, Hermione.’

She angled her hips, bowing her legs farther and spreading them wider.

‘Beautiful,’ he whispered, drawing his fingernails lightly over her belly, her hips, all the way down to her feet before moving back up on the sensitive inside. Her legs twisted as he teased her skin, coming closer and closer to where she really wanted to touch him, but he evaded it evilly.

She closed her eyes, groaning in frustration.

‘Do you want something, dear?’ he taunted.

‘Yes,’ she said in a way that made it seem to an outsider that she was in excruciating pain.

He laughed coldly, leaning into her face, his hands resting on her thighs. ‘What was that?’ he asked, cupping her pubic region teasingly.

She yanked on her restraints, growling. She was burning up down there and he needed to do something about it now.

‘Lost the ability to speak, my dear? So soon?’ He squeezed down hard, watching satisfied how her body lifted off the mattress.

‘Oh fuck, just fucking please touch me there, you fucking tease!’ she screamed.

‘Manners, manners, manners,’ he said, clicking with his tongue disapprovingly.

‘Oh come ooooon, please.’

‘Somewhat better.’

Hermione closed her eyes, desperate for more and expecting him to draw this out until she’d gone insane. She yerked in surprised when his fingers parted her folds. Opening her eyes, she watched how he used his other hand to caress her intimate parts. She mewled as electricity shot up her spine, bucking her hips towards him.

‘You are so wet for me, Hermione,’ he breathed, holding up his hand and demonstratively licking his fingers dry one by one. The sight made her clench her inner walls painfully at the emptiness. ‘Exquisite.’

Expectantly, they looked at each other, each waiting for the other’s first move. Finally, Hermione couldn’t bear it anymore. Her sex was throbbing painfully, desiring action.

‘Please,’ she whispered. ‘Touch my clit. I need you there’

‘I know,’ he said, an evil grin growing on his face. ‘Let’s see how many times I can make you come tonight, shall we?’

Then, he began in earnest. Stimulating her clit with his thumb while entering her pussy with his fingers. She twisted on the bed, yanking on her bounds and moaning louder and louder until the pleasurable rush of her climax ran through her body.

‘One,’ Tom said, satisfied, bending over, pulling her legs over his shoulders and pressing his mouth to her clit. His tongue circled it, moving in impossible-to-anticipate directions. He had to hold her hips tightly with both hands as she bucked and thrashed violently. He slid his tongue inside her opening, moving from pussy to clit fast. Then he sucked hard on that sensitive nub and she screamed out his name. ‘Two.’

Hermione lost track of everything, her body hot and slick from perspiration. He’d restrained her legs in a position that gave him full and unrestricted access as he brought her to the brink and pushed her over the edge time and time again. It was like every nerve ending was on fire, and every single one of his touches sent delicious sensations through her body unlike she ever experienced. As another orgasm rippled through her, he stepped off the bed and moved around it, sitting down next to her side. He gently stroked her face, brushing her wet strands of hair out of her eyes. She blinked, looking at him in awe. He was magnificent as he sat there, nude, emphasising his lean and strong build. Her eyes fell on the bulge in his pants. She wanted that inside of her so badly that it ached.

‘Later,’ Tom said soothingly. ‘Right now, you’re going to find that dark magic has its advantages.’

Her eyes widened. ‘Wh-what,’ she stuttered, needing to take another deep breath, ‘are you planning?’

‘It wouldn’t be fun if you were forewarned,’ he teased. Twisting his wrist, his wand appeared in his hand. He swept it above her and she felt a soft tingle travel through her, indicating some spell had taken hold, and from the looks of Tom Riddle’s expectant expression, she was in for quite a ride. She inhaled sharply when he placed his wand against her cheek.

‘Scared?’

She nodded silently.

‘Not completely unwise,’ he admitted, ‘I do enjoy administering pain. However, tonight you needn’t worry. This is solely for your pleasure.’ He trailed his wand down, flicking it against her nipples, which made her twitch. She held her breath as he moved it past her hips and over the inside of her thighs before dragging it down through her folds. She’d expected him to act when he ran the tip over her clit, but apart from the mild jolt of pleasure that action supplied her with, he just moved on until he stopped at her opening.

‘I want you to see this,’ he muttered, conjuring a mirror and hanging it at an angle above her. ‘Watch,’ he ordered, his eyes on her face as he slowly inserted his yew wand inside of her.

Hermione stared, fascinated and slightly frightened when it disappeared farther and farther into her. Her fear didn’t stop her arousal, it enhanced it. She could feel and now see her fluids leaking out of her. She’d never been this wet before during sex and wondered if this were normal. When the tip touched her cervix, she squirmed uncomfortably.

‘Good,’ Tom purred. ‘Something I can teach you to enjoy. Ready?’

For what?

He hissed something in Parseltongue and she felt the strange sense that the words slithered all over her skin as if branding her with something. Then she tensed when sparks erupted from the tip of his wand, stinging her insides. But other than that, nothing happened. He pulled out the wand and vanquished the mirror. Confused, Hermione looked at him.

‘You’ll see,’ he said, stroking soothingly through her hair.

It was so nice, she leaned into his touch, practically purring in delight and growling in discontent when he stopped to move away. However, when he pushed down his underpants and she got a glimpse of his thick, rock-hard cock, her stomach did a flip-flop and her disappointment was forgotten. She wanted that inside of her now. He crawled over her, a predatory look on his face as if he planned to devour her whole. He probably was, Hermione realised, bringing a smile to her face. He leaned on his arms above her, not touching her anywhere to her utter disappointed. Then his tip pressed against her opening and she forgot everything, clenching in reflex and groaning when there was nothing there to clench around yet.

‘Look at me,’ Riddle ordered.

Her eyes met his.

‘Good,’ he purred. ‘Don’t look away. I want you to know who is taking you. Who is bringing you this pleasure. And I want you screaming my name when you come, my true name.’

She nodded.

‘You’re so beautiful when you submit to me,’ he purred, slowly pushing his tip inside of her.

Agonisingly slow, he slid farther, her walls clenching. He stopped when he was almost fully sheathed inside of her. It felt marvellous to have him there, tingles shot up and down her spine even with him holding himself still. She wanted to keep feeling his twitching cock inside of her forever. He breathed against her lips. She lifted her head trying to kiss him but he leaned back and said huskily, ‘Once I touch your skin with either my hands or lips, every sensation you’ll feel will be multiplied by tenfold.’

She stared at him. Every sensation? She’d go mad.

‘Now I’m going to kiss you next and then, I will fuck you with every strength of my being, Hermione. You are spread bare before me and you will receive everything I deem fit. Your body will be crying for more as I stretch you to your limits. I will hit your cervix and you will take the pain to receive the pleasure. I will fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for days to come. Tonight you will learn what it is to be utterly spend and taken. Tonight, you are mine.’

Then, he leaned in, bruising her lips with his harsh kiss and she knew what she was in for when her whole body lit on fire right before he started moving inside of her. It ached so much as he slid in and out of her, but it was a delicious kind of ache, mixed with pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. She needed the friction more than life itself. He cast her binds away and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him to the best of her abilities. Every time his cock hit her cervix, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she arched her back so far it was on the verge of breaking. Yet, he kept pounding into her relentlessly, enjoying the sight of her complete and utter surrender as she unravelled before his eyes.

‘My Lord!’ she yelled at the top of her lungs, her whole body shaking feverishly as she reached her peak.

To see his former enemy like this made him come hard and he spilt his seed inside of her, tossing his head back in delight. He slowly pulled himself out of her and rolled to the side, wrapping his arms around the exhausted, little witch and pulling her into his arms.

‘That was fun,’ she whispered tiresomely.

He couldn’t agree more.
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