Invictus [Tom Riddle / Tomione]

Tension

Tom awoke on Tuesday morning, and the first thought that rose to his consciousness was of Hermione's skin. Her soft, smooth, tanned skin beneath his fingertips, and the scent of lavender and vanilla, and something else that was very distinctly Hermione which drove his senses crazy.

The memory of her taste, her lips, her tongue in his mouth flooded back and shot straight to his cock. He leaned his head back with a groan, silently cursing her.

Tom reached for his cock and found that it was hard and erect. He released an irritated breath through his nose. He wouldn't be reading this morning. If he didn't satisfy this fucking ache in his body, he would be on edge all day.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke himself gently. He thought of her sweet-smelling hair wrapped tightly around his fingers, her pulse jumping wildly in her throat... the way she'd said his name, so soft and uncertain. She had been afraid he would kiss her.

Then, the moment that he had, she melted like candle wax.

His cock throbbed painfully. Following that train of thought, Tom imagined himself dripping hot candlewax all over her body, imagining the sound of her surprised gasp when the hot liquid connected with her skin.

Tom pumped himself faster, gritting his teeth as he thought about how fucking irritated he'd been with her at the end of the night. But that sound she'd made... that little whimper... or was it a moan?

Tom had stopped himself at that point. If he hadn't, he might have pushed things too far.

Now wasn't the time for that... yet .

He thought of her soft hand in his; he imagined her hand on his cock, stroking him gently. He thought of her stretched out in his bed, naked, all smooth skin and slender curves and wild hair. He thought of his hand around her throat. Tom wanted to control the very air she breathed . He wanted to leave bruises on her neck like a necklace she could wear to work. He wanted complete control over her, mind, body and soul. He wanted to own her, like he owned one of his horcruxes... simply because he knew she was a woman who could never be owned.

In fact, he desired to make her a horcrux. Then, he would always be inside of her, fully possessing her.

Tom didn't know why he thought of her this way. It surprised him that he should desire her to such an acute degree. He knew his mind was acting up again, but he allowed it, because the thought of attaching a piece of his soul to Hermione turned him on .

He imagined the taste of her cunt.

Soon, he reminded himself.

He imagined Hermione beneath him... sliding himself inside of her. What face would she make when she came? He intended to find out.

He heard her soft, breathy moan again.

He wanted her tears.

He wanted her screams .

Cum shot all over his stomach.

Tom ran a hand over his face, then threw his arm over his eyes.

He wasn't very surprised that the night had ended as it had. Theirs would be no simple coming together. He had known this since the night of the Ostara ball.

That was the night he'd decided that he wanted her.

Riddle could recognize that something in Hermione was his exact contrast.

The yang to his yin.

An opposite, but interconnected force.

He recognized that anything they built together would be founded upon violence and conflict.