Ominis Gaunt Loves a Pureblood

9. Irondale

Ominis Gaunt POV

   She's still asleep, my Sorsa. Her hand grasps mine tightly. I felt for her the moment I woke, finding her sleeping on her stomach, one hand on my arm and the other by her face, which was turned away from me. I felt her short, tangled hair lying about her head. I stroked some from her face, pulling wet pieces away from her mouth. Her bare back was still a marvel to my fingertips, scars swirling in the familiar patterns made from extensive use of the cruciatus curse. I don't know how I didn't notice the designs before when she let me touch her scars briefly.

   If I could wake up to her naked in my bed for the rest of my life, I would never want for happiness. Her breathing is even, and she smells like sex and dittany paste, a most appealing smell, I've decided. Last night was the most incredible experience of my life. Shame for hurting her was the only negative. It was a scary feeling to hurt someone in such an intimate way, but arriving through it all together felt like a bond stronger than the unbreakable vow. My desire for her was evident in my erection under the blankets this morning as I gently stroked her hair and back. I had already decided to ensure she wasn't hurting before initiating anything so she could turn me down without any pressure.

   I felt her stir beside me; she turns over, releasing my hand and grumbling. Not an early riser, my love. Suddenly she huffs a soft gasp and leaps into my lap, where I sit up in bed, back against the headboard. I chuckle, kissing her softly.

   "Did you forget I was here, Doll?" I ask her, cupping her cheeks. She flushes under my hands.

   "I was just very pleased to remember." She whispers, and I chuckle again. My cock presses against her bottom through the blanket, and she notices. "Oh," She huffs softly.

   "Sorry, It's difficult to control that with you naked and in my bed. And your breasts are so lovely pressed against me." I carefully grasp the tender flesh, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She moans, and I groan at the sound.

   "Can we.." She starts nervously. I chuckle again.

   "I'm pretty sure we're past the point of needing to be fearful to ask, Darling. If you want to make love, I'll never refuse, and I'll always want it unless you're injured. How are you feeling? Sore still?" I move her off my lap onto the bed and lie beside her.

   I reach a tentative hand to her slit. She doesn't stop me, instead opening her legs in complete trust of my motivations. I gingerly touched her opening, which I had to tear to enter.

   "No, it feels okay, I think, Ominis. I think the dittany paste helped a lot. It feels like a healing laceration. A little itchy, perhaps, but I think you can help with that, don't you?" The little minx says.

   I tilt my head toward her voice, letting my devilish grin overtake my features. Her breath hitches in her throat right as I pounce for it. I bite her neck roughly, and she whimpers under me. I position myself at her entrance and thrust in a little quicker than anticipated, and she lets out a cry of pleasure. I love those noises.

   "Oh, yes." She moans. I kiss her fervently, taking our breaths away. When I pull back, she sucks in some air.

   "Say my name," I command.

   "Ominis," She obeys, her voice husky. I reward her by reaching my hand to her clit and rubbing it back and forth. She bucks her hips to meet my thrusts.

   Abruptly, I pull out, and she makes the irritated noise that amuses me so much. I flip her over; her weight is nothing in my hands. I pull her up on all fours, thrusting back into her as I pull her ass up to meet me.

   "Oh, Ominis. You feel so deep." She moans. I groan as I bury myself in her warm folds again and again.

   "You're so tight, Merlin; I love being inside you. I could fuck you all day. You're such a good girl, such a perfect girl, my Darling." I spank her ass in contradiction to my praise of her. Her breathing is staggered, and she whimpers. I can tell she likes being praised as well as punished sexually. The feeling was mutual.