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CHAPTER 14
By: Rodare
Beta: Rage
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked softly. He leaned once more but instead of kissing her he merely wrapped his arms around her hugging her tightly.
"Nothing's wrong," he murmured burying his face against her neck. "I…just…I needed to hold you."
"Oh, Harry," she whispered hugging him tightly.
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"Let me kiss you…"he whispered against her skin. She shuddered and pulling gently away from him she let him claim her lips. It was everything a kiss could be. It was hard yet soft, tender yet passionate, needy yet full of love.
Her knees turned to jelly and had he not held her tighter she would have surely collapsed. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. He opened her willing mouth and claimed her deeper. He tightened his hold on her bringing her flush against the hard planes of his body.
She gasped breaking the kiss but he continued to kiss her neck, right behind her ear where her weak point lay. She shuddered and moaned once more.
"Tell me to stop," he groaned, his deep, heated baritone sending a shiver down her spine. He pressed his hips against hers as if to show her what he was feeling. She gasped and clutched at him tightly as he claimed her mouth once more. "Tell me to stop."
"I…I can't," she almost sobbed in desperation.
She never thought it could be like this. She never once considered that she could feel like she did then. As if she had no more will of her own. Her body and its need overruled what her mind was telling her so long as Harry was kissing and touching her. She couldn't think. All she could do was feel, feel the need and the desire that was running through her veins for the man that was holding her.
He was wound up so tightly that she could feel his muscles quivering under her fingertips. She could almost taste his restraint as he made love to her mouth with his own. Her knees shook, no longer able to support her and she found herself holding tighter to him making him growl and groan. Her mind which was usually working full time on one problem or twenty, shut down on her for the first time in her life.
"Tell me to stop," he asked once more, his voice shaking with need. He pushed her almost roughly against the lockers behind her. "Bloody hell…tell me to stop, damn it."
She felt a quiver of fear but it only served to fuel her own need further. She relished in the barely contained violence he was restraining. The knowledge that she could bring this side of him to the surface gave her a sense of power that she knew could either be her glory or her doom. She could care less at the moment.
"I can't," she cried, her body feeling on fire as he bit harshly between her neck and her shoulder. Her eyes closed without her realizing it and her fingers clutched tightly the black strands of his wild hair. "Oh, Merlin…"
He was kissing her throat as he pulled the towel roughly of her body, revealing her completely to him for the first time. He stopped kissing her for a second so that he could look at her and she shuddered from the predatory gaze of his almost black emerald eyes. He made an almost animal-like sound in the back of his throat as he kissed her again making her moan from the mere promise she heard in the noise.
"You're so…beautiful," he managed almost reverently. Her whole body quivered as he ran his large, rough hand almost painfully down her soft, delicate skin. She cried in painful pleasure as her senses went into overload. He lifted her leg to wrap it around his waist making her cry in rapture as he ground his clothed hips against her impossibly wet center. She threw her head back in ecstasy, arching her back and grinding herself harder against him. "Fuck… fucks, Mione. Oh, for the love of God, tell me to stop. Tell me before … I … I'm going to rape you if you don't stop me."
"Its not…" she began. She whimpered as she felt him lower his head to envelop her right nipple into the confines of his hot, wet mouth. She pushed against him knowing fully well that if he kept it up for a second longer she would climax right there. He released her but his hand quickly replaced his mouth and it took all her remaining ability to think, to remember what she had meant to say. "Its not rape… if I'm willing."
With that she twisted her body so that she could push him forcefully around. His back hit the lockers with a loud clang that died on deaf ears as this time it was her that began the heated kiss. Her hands were shaking but not out of nervousness. She was to tell the truth beyond that point of consciousness, but rather out of pure anticipation and need. She wanted -needed- to feel his bare skin. Her hands were shaking badly and he eased her hands up under his sweatshirt flat against his hard, broad chest. Without really knowing how she managed to rid him of his sweatshirt and his flimsy undershirt.
Her mind barely registered the way his body looked without garments. All she knew was that he had a swimmers body; long, lean, and perfect. She ran her hands over his chest moaning as she felt him quiver and react under her slightest touch. He bent his head to kiss her neck once more as she reached down to unbuckle his pants. He pulled away and caught her hands in his, searching for her eyes.
"I want to love you," he managed through ragged breaths. She was breathing hard and she shivered at the sound and honesty she heard in his voice. She wanted nothing more than that. She wanted him to make love to her slowly. She wanted to learn every part of his body as she learned every book she ever laid hands on. She wanted to but she knew their bodies wouldn't allow it this time. No, too many years of want and need, too many years of denial wouldn't allow for it to be that way. Their bodies were too hungry for each other as their hearts had once been not too long ago. "I… I want …but I can't… stop… love you."
"Later, Harry," she groaned as she felt him pull her close once more. "Take me now…later, we'll do it… please."
He didn't argue any longer as with an almost unrestrained passion he flipped them again so that the cool metal came into sharp contact with the warmth of her skin. She gasped and he plunged his mouth into hers as if he wanted nothing more than to devour her. He pulled her tight relishing in the feel of her small breasts against the hot skin of his chest. Her pebble hard nipples made her cry out into his mouth as they rubbed sharply against him. He reached between them to torture her nipple between his thumb and his forefinger.
She was beyond the point of reason. She rubbed herself against him, needy and hot. Burning hot. Her whole body was electrified, her mind had shut down. She was going on pure instinct now. Her body clenched and unclenched under the feel of him. High on passion her body quivered under her sexual need for him.
How did I come to this? She wondered. Me? Bookworm Granger, Little Miss Perfect, cool, calm, collected, and in control Hermione Jane Granger reduced to nothing more than a woman aching for a man.
She who had laughed at the things she either heard or read through out her life. She who had sworn would never be dominated by any man. Well, she was being dominated and she was begging for him not to stop.
She pulled back breathless from his kiss. He had barely allowed her to gasp for air before he was tugging her closer and taking her mouth once more. She opened her mouth willingly even when her brain was screaming for air. The instant she gave in his demeanor changed.
He changed his kiss to not one of only lust and desire but one full of the deepest passionate love possible. Her already weak knees almost gave way under her this time as her whole body melted under the tenderness and love of his kiss. If his body would not allow him to love her slowly then he would make sure she knew it. And she did. She knew he loved her, and that his heart belonged to her before the need of their bodies overpowered them. She kissed him back in response to something she knew wanted no answers.
"Say my name," he rumbled in his deep voice, suddenly fierce once more. She almost came from the mere sound of his voice. He pushed her harder against the lockers and slipped his hand between them and in between her legs. He stroked her with an open palm. Her body shook to the very core never so close or far away from ecstasy. "Say you're… mine."
"Harry," she breathed as if it was her last breath. She said it lovingly and full of need. It came more as a prayer than nothing more. "I'm… yours, Harry."
He trailed his mouth from her neck in a straight line down between her breasts. Her leg fell gently to her side again and away from his hips. He reached her navel and stuck his tongue into her bellybutton in reminiscence to what they both knew he was going to do to her with something much bigger than his tongue. All she could do was moan and say his name almost begging. She clutched on tightly to his hair as he held her up by her hips knowing that if either let go she would slip right down to the floor.
He nuzzled her right above her brown curls and her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head at the mere sight of the love and desire he did it with. He looked up at her and the instant he knew their eyes met he lifted her leg and opening her to himself he plunged right in.
She cried out and her whole back arched towards him. A breathless sob escaped her and her head hit the lockers loudly as she threw it back in pure pleasure. She could feel his tongue doing things to her she never thought were possible. His tongue was pushing and exploring. Licking, sucking, and making her writhe in pleasure.
He pinched her bare bottom gently making her look down at him. Her eyes were blurry with pleasure, her cheeks were a soft pink, and her whole body was glistening with the kind of sweat that can only be accomplished from making love.
Their eyes met and he mumbled something that even if she wasn't completely drugged on pleasure she doubted that she would have understood. All she was certain of was that the moment he tried to say it she became unraveled. Her back arched impossibly. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she pushed him further into her folds. She came almost sobbing his name, her body shaking with release.
He moved up keeping a hold on her so she wouldn't collapse as he caught her lips in his. Her body was still shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm but she felt her desire grow even more as she felt him hard and needy against her body as they kissed. She reached down and this time she succeeded in unbuckling his jeans. She slipped them of his slender hips making him groan. She smiled feeling powerful …as if she could control the world so long as she could make this man groan like that once more.
She pulled her mouth away from his intoxicating one and looked down at her handy work. He was wearing form hugging boxers that must be completely painful right about now. He was the epitome of a Greek sex god. He looked as if he'd been carved out of marble by one of the Renaissance sculptors. His hips began in two dimples, the kind that made any woman's mouth water at the mere sight of them. His abdomen was muscled and defined. His chest was broad and strong. His manhood was impressive although not outrageously so. It was long and thick enough to make her wonder if he was going to fit properly. She extended her hand wanting to touch him but he intercepted her hand and brought it up to his lips.
"Not now," he whispered. "I couldn't… handle it."
She nodded and he reached for her once more. She kissed him this time with the same fervor that had accompanied their kisses up to this point. He groaned as his nude body finally made contact with hers. She moaned into his mouth handing him control of the kiss as she rubbed herself against him in need.
He picked her up with ease as if she weighed nothing. She broke their kiss and wrapped her long legs around him. He found her mouth almost anxiously and without preamble he sheathed himself with a single stroke to the hilt inside her. She gasped and threw her head back as a cry of pleasure escaped her lips.
She wrapped her arms around the back of his head. Her fingers dug into his hair as he kissed her in such a way that it shook her to the very core of her being. He pulled out of her almost completely before he thrust into her again.
"Harry!" she sobbed in complete ecstasy. She climaxed unexpectedly as he thrust into her again. He grunted and rode her orgasm valiantly.
She didn't know what she was feeling anymore. It was almost inhuman to be able to keep up and cope with everything that she was feeling. She felt as if she was dying, but then again she never thought death would feel so damn good. She never thought that to be so near death could be so addicting.
She could feel the metal of the locker and its sharp crevices as a mere passing thought. Her skin was on fire. She didn't know anything but that she wanted more. Everything, everything that he had, she wanted it. With some new found energy and need she pulled away from his lips and began to move against him. She held on to his shoulders to use him as a lever, and began to meet him thrust for thrust.
She moved up and down meeting him as he thrust hard into her with each measured stroke, trusting him to keep them both on their feet. He bent his head and caught her nipple into his wandering mouth. She moaned and dug her heels into his hard buttocks as they both began to move even faster. He pulled away from her breast and began to kiss, lick, and nibble on her neck.
The slapping sound that their bodies made as they met hard and fast against each other aroused her even more. Their cries of pleasure and their sweet nothings mingled together so that neither knew who was saying what or when. All they both knew was that even in those moments they were doing nothing more than proclaiming their love and need for the other.
Their bodies had denied them a chance to love slowly as they would have wished their first time to be, but their hearts would cherish this moment none the less as the moment when two souls became one. It was the moment when two bodies fit so perfectly with one another that they became more two parts of a whole rather than two individuals. It was the moment two best friends finally became the last two pieces of the most intricate puzzle that life could have made of their lives.
"Come for me… again, Mione," Harry grunted as he sped up his pace.
"I… I can't…" she sobbed breathlessly. She barely registered what he was asking. She didn't even know why she wanted to beg, but she did, "Please, Harry…"
"Yes you can, love," he almost growled. He kissed her almost roughly before he bent his head and suckled her breast making her cry in something so deeply between pleasure and pain that she didn't know which she felt exactly. He squeezed her nipple between his teeth until she cried out and he pulled away thrusting into her with something close to desperation. He buried his head against her neck and pulled her as close as he physically could against him, "Mione …please…"
She reached her peak for the third time as he thrust into her one last time as hard and as deep into her as he could. It was chaotic bliss. Her back arched away from the lockers, her head thrown back as a keening sound escaped her throat, her body convulsed into the most mind blowing orgasm of her whole existence. He came just as hard. He groaned her name against her neck, his body writhing, and his vision went black as he spilled into her.
"Mione," he said softly a moment later as his vision came back. All she could manage was a soft grunt.
He chuckled and somehow managed to make it to the bench with her still impaled on him. He dropped down laying flat on his back against the smooth wood with her sprawled on top of him. His legs fell of the sides of the bench but he managed to keep her in place lying atop his own body. Both completely sated. She kissed his chest softly, his neck, his ear, and managed to lift her head to seek out his lips. They kissed softly, lovingly. They broke the kiss after a while both still a little breathless and just lay there not thinking, not caring about anything but each other.
"We should move," Hermione whispered languidly. She didn't know exactly why as her brain hadn't rebooted completely though. Harry grinned and placed a rather possessive hand over her round and taut bottom. She shuddered against him and he closed his eyes placidly. "Harry?"
"Yes, love," he asked as he ran his other hand in soft circles up and down her bare back.
"Are we going to this again?" she asked not really thinking about what she was asking only knowing deep inside her that she needed to know. He chuckled softly and squeezed her bottom with his large hand.
"You bet we are," he answered as she shuddered against him once more. "I'm never going to let you go, Mione. You are all mine, now."
"That was wicked," she said with a sigh as she buried her head against his chest. He chuckled once more and held her tight as he kissed her hair.
"It was brilliant," he answered making her smile against him. "I've never felt so good… I thought I was going to die, but I was awfully happy about it."
"Me too," she agreed. "I love you."
"I…" Harry began but the rest of his words were cut off by a loud clanging noise somewhere behind them. Harry tried to look back a second before a frigid voice cut through the suddenly cool air of the locker rooms.
"Her-mione?" it asked.
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