A New Beginning (DH -COMPLIANT)

Chapter 70 ~ At Last . . .

Severus deepened the kiss, drawing Hermione into his body, at last skin to skin, their tongues entwining, lapping, exploring and consuming the other’s heat, warmth, a small but hungry possession. The Potions master suddenly lifted the witch, Hermione legs wrapping around his waist, the heat of her core pressed against his belly, her breasts mashed against his chest and her buttocks touching his rigid cock, bouncing against it lightly as they continued to kiss passionately. Hermione’s body slid against his lean form sensuously, their heads tilting side to side as they maneuvered, probed, and consumed, lips locking and unlocking, Severus making silken sounds of pleasure as Hermione’s voice rose and fell in husky counterpoint while he caressed her, each losing themselves in the other’s fire.

There was no turning back now. There was no fear, no apprehension, only need, a powerful need to join, to be one, to become as close to each other as humanly possible. As he kissed Hermione, Severus Snape had never in his life felt the need for someone else as strongly as he did now. He felt torn, separated, halved and the feeling of being incomplete was overpowering. It was as if the other part of himself was in his arms, pressing against him as if she longed to sink beneath his skin and merge with him.

He pulled away from Hermione’s mouth, gasping as he nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent, his body taut against her softness, before he latched on to her throat, licking and kissing, Hermione throwing her head aside and nearly whimpering. She too felt the urge to be completed, to be made whole, to be one with this passionate, overwhelming man driving her nearly insane with his kisses and his touch.

”Severus,” she breathed, “my gods, you have to . . . I need . . .” she moaned as his lips moved over her shoulder. She could feel his erection hard and hot against her cheek.

”Tell me . . . tell me what you need, Hermione Weasley,” he breathed against her ear, then licking the shell of it.

“I need you. Inside me . . . I feel as if I’ll die if we don’t . . .” Hermione hissed.

She felt the wizard suddenly shudder and he pulled back, his eyes smoldering.

”You need me, Hermione or want me?” he asked her, his voice raw with desire.

”I both want and need you, Severus,” she breathed back at him, “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted . . .”

Hermione faltered a moment, feeling a twinge of guilt at her near admittance as to how much more the wizard aroused her than her own husband had. Oh she had loved Ron dearly, but he never made her feel like this . . .

Severus carried Hermione over to his nightstand where his wand lay. He picked it up and pulled back from her slightly, inserting the tip of his wand between their bodies so it rested on her lower belly just above her pubic hair. He whispered a contraceptive charm and Hermione felt a tingling. The wizard placed the wand back on the nightstand. Then he kissed her.

“That’s all I’ve wanted to hear these last few months, Hermione, for you to say you want me,” Severus said to her, gently raising her body and reaching beneath her.

Hermione gasped as she felt the hot head of his cock rest against her core. It felt enormous.

”And you will have me,” he breathed, pressing upward and gently easing his girth and length inside her, his eyes locked to Hermione’s face as she let out a small cry of pleasure at the exquisite feeling of his size, heat and hardness entering her body. He was so big, but gods, he felt sooo good. Severus bit his lip as she wrapped around his length, hot, wet tight. He impaled Hermione, keeping her slightly lifted so he didn’t go too deep.

”Oh . . . Severus,” Hermione said in a near sob, leaning her face into his shoulder. Gods, this felt so right, he felt so right. Reflexively, she tightened her inner muscles to feel him more and the wizard groaned.

”You sweet witch,” he said softly, lifting her again then easing her down, his mouth dropping open as she slid over him. Hermione let out another moan of pleasure as he moved through her, caressing her internally, their bodies locked together, the distance between them bridged, the ache of separation replaced by wholeness, oneness. They were part of each other now.

Severus held her steady, his breathing heavy as he reveled in the feel of Hermione, the closeness, the completeness he felt buried inside her softness. He pulled her head back by the hair and kissed her deeply, beginning to thrust, swallowing down her soft cries as he pierced her over and over, gently, carefully, catching a steady rhythm, bliss flowing through him as he claimed her, took her, possessed her. Hermione was his now and he meant to keep her at all costs.

Outside, soft, white flakes begin to fall, covering the earth. Inside, witch and wizard also ebbed and flowed together, Severus’ lean body moving rhythmically, his hips flexing into the witch wrapped around him, his mouth covering hers as his strong arms lifted and lowered her, occasionally whirling her around him, Hermione gasping into his mouth as his girth stretched her in ways she had never been stretched. But it didn’t hurt. It felt indescribable

Severus pulled back from her lips, still stroking into her soft, luscious sleeve, the witch rising and falling in his arms. He studied her face, the look of surrender and acceptance it evidenced. Gods, she was beautiful

”I told you I wouldn’t hurt you,” he said to Hermione softly, the witch’s eyes wet and glazed with passion as she met his gaze.

”No,” she whispered, her eyes closing as she bit her lip, the wizard’s strong arms wrapped around her, controlling their motions, orchestrating their pleasure.

Suddenly, Severus stopped moving and Hermione’s eyes flew open, filled with longing.

”Don’t stop, Severus,” she breathed at him.

”Oh no,” he responded, kissing her again as he carried her to the bed, still embedded inside her. Carefully he lowered Hermione crossways in the bed, lying on top of her, gently pulling her arms from around his neck and stretching them over her head, their fingers interlocked as he looked down at her.

”I believe I’ve fallen over the precipice,” he said softly, then began to move, stroking Hermione deeply, his body rippling, undulating sensually, Hermione’s breasts bouncing rhythmically as the wizard moved faster, using his length to full advantage, drawing out almost completely, then entering her as deep as he could go until he was checked by her body. Hermione once again began to cry out in pleasure as he put it to her, pressing kisses to her throat and breasts. Damn, sex had never been this good.

Hermione was too far gone to feel guilty about this. Severus Snape was taking everything she was and making it his own. He was gentle, but thorough, listening to her responses, learning what brought her higher, his silken groans peppering their union, his pale back glistening in the torchlight as he perspired, his hair swinging around his face. Beneath him, Hermione began to quake, arching upward, her voice rising an octave.

”Yes . . . yes. Let go for me, Hermione. Show me I can take you where you need to go,” he urged her, rising up on his hands and beginning to stroke her a bit harder and faster, driving her to the brink, Hermione clutching at his arms as the dam broke and she was flung into bliss, spinning, then melting, pulsing, quaking around his thrusting cock, Severus letting out a choked growl as her climax washed over him, his glistening organ squelching through her rich release.

He pulled out of Hermione and quickly turned her on her belly, drawing the witch to her knees, then stood, grasped the base of his shaft and found his mark, re-entering the witch, watching his thick, pale tool delve into her body. He caressed her back gently as he took her, watching her buttocks ripple with each thrust. Hermione jerked helplessly, still coming down from her orgasm, her hair flung around her face wildly as the Potions master took his fill, now gripping her waist and drawing her into him, slowing every now and then to watch his penetration, one hand smoothing over her skin. His hair was stuck to his head now, wet from sweat and effort. He felt himself tightening, pleasure running down his spine.

He pulled out of the witch again and rather roughly flipped her to her back, falling on top of her, wanting to be face to face when he released. Hermione felt the change in him, the urgency, once more voicing her pleasure as the wizard increased his speed, and added his own voice to hers, a steady growl increasing in volume as he stared down at where their bodies met, his cock burying itself in her soft, pink flesh over and over. His face began to contort as he fought to get in the last delicious strokes, to extend his possession of this beautiful woman beneath him, the pressure and pleasure he felt almost unbearable.

Suddenly Severus slammed into Hermione, arching, letting out a roar as he ejaculated, filling her with his seed as he shuddered. Hermione climaxed again, her release blending with his own as they pulsed together like a common heartbeat, the wizard dropping on her, kissing Hermione hungrily as her arms wrapped around him. It was the sweetest embrace he could ever remember. Sweeter even than the rare embraces Lily would give him.

Of course Hermione’s embrace was sweeter. She was here and real, and cared for him, returning his affection. Severus tenderly brushed her hair away from her face. It was dark and curled with dampness as she looked up at him with soft eyes. The way she looked at him made his stomach tighten with emotion. Had he done it? Had he made her love him?

As much as he wanted to, Severus couldn’t ask her. He would have to wait and see. Realistically he knew that it would take more than one passionate encounter to completely win the witch’s heart, but still, it was a pleasant thought. Hermione had been wonderful, passionate and everything he had hoped she’d be. Although he couldn’t be sure it was love in those amber eyes, he knew there was something that hadn’t been there before, something good, something that had meaning. And it was all for him.

“Are you all right?” he asked her, slowly withdrawing from her body with a sigh and kissing Hermione’s forehead.

Hermione stretched and gave him a warm smile.

”I’m fine, Severus,” she said softly, noticing the harshness of his features were softened as he looked down at her. She pulled him into another kiss before releasing him.

”More than fine,” she breathed. “What about you?”

Severus arched an eyebrow at her, licking his lips as if tasting her last kiss.

”I’m far from satisfied,” he replied.

Hermione looked a bit stricken. What? Didn’t he like having sex with her? He seemed as if he did.

“With the quantity,” he added, with a smirk, sliding off the witch, then caressing her belly, his dark eyes washing over her ample curves. “I believe I will have to go in again several times before the night is over.”

Hermione blinked at him. Several times?

”Several times? I’ve never had sex more than twice a night in my life,” the witch said to him.

Snape snorted.

”That is going to change, believe me,” he purred, kissing her again.

Then his stomach rumbled.

”Hm. I believe I detected the delectable scent of turkey and stuffing when you arrived,” he said to Hermione.

His nose never failed him. It was just he was more hungry for Hermione than for dinner when she arrived. But now, he was starving.

”Yes. Turkey, stuffing and other foods” Hermione replied. “I’m sure Molly piled it on.”

Severus rolled out of bed, turned and looked down on her.

”I believe I’ll go heat it up. I need to build up my strength. I’d like to at least double your sex record for one night,” he said, his eyes once again sweeping over her body.

Hermione felt a pulse as her own eyes washed over him, resting on his flaccid organ. Severus was wonderful in bed. And she had needed a good shag. He certainly supplied that, giving her two toe-curling orgasms during the same act. A record for sure.

”You look a bit hungry as well,” the wizard commented, noting where her eyes rested.

Hermione blushed.

“We’ll split the meal,” he said, “Then, I’ll feed your other hungers. I’ll be right back.”

Severus strode from the room without as much as putting on a house robe. Well, it was his house after all. Hermione rolled to the edge of the bed, feeling a delicious little burn inside her, the remnants of Severus’ loving. She shuddered as she relived their encounter, how focused and gentle the wizard was. There had only been one moment of real ache, and that was when he came and thrust inside her to the hilt. But she hadn’t cared at that point. She had been approaching her own pinnacle of pleasure for the second time. Even sex had its selfish moments.

She walked over to her discarded clothes and retrieved her wand, scourgifying herself, then the bed, which was damp from their bodies. She looked at the large four-poster. They hadn’t even got into it properly.

Well, maybe next go-round they’d manage it.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.