The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

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She found herself being pushed up against the car and Dean's mouth descended on hers, his arms wrapped around her tightly and she was hiked off the ground, until her legs wrapped around him and he sat her on the hood of the car. His hands roamed her body, slipping under her t-shirt to tickle at her skin and massage her breasts over the fabric of her lace bra.

She moaned into his mouth and gripped at his hair, tugging until he groaned and bucked into her, the hardened length restrained in his jeans pressing against her clothed centre. She gasped, biting down on his lip, drawing blood and tearing a growl from deep within his chest that reverberated through her and sent shivers down her spine, and erecting goose bumps on her skin.

She pulled her mouth from his when the need for oxygen became too great, refusing to lose contact with her, his lips moved across her cheek, down her jaw until he reached her neck and he peppered her skin with nips and licks.

The need within him was getting too strong to handle, after not being with her for a week, he had been starting to feel withdrawals, and he honestly believed that just like when they were away from each other for long periods of time they became ill, the same would happen if they went just as long without sex.

He remembered Hermione's words from the other day when he brought up the same topic.

"We don't have sex as often as we do because we're a newly married couple that's completely and utterly in love," she rolled her eyes. "We do it because of our bond. When we're away from each other, we become ill because we need the touch and the presence of the other. When we're separated for more than a few hours, we feel the need to be in physical contact to recharge the bond between us, to keep it healthy and alive. It's the same with sex, our for lack of a better term, sex addiction with each other, is a result of the bond. It recharges the bond, it connects us together, it allows us to understand each other, to strength our bond and it reminds our souls that we're still together and that we're healthy."

He was brought back to the present when Hermione's hands slipped under his clothes and scraped at his scarred back – which had been blemish free until her met her, not that he complained. He pulled back from her, breathing heavily and staring at her with dark, lustful eyes. She had her eyes closed, her head tilted back slightly as the breeze blew her hair around her, and her mouth was parted slightly as she bit her lip. She was beautiful.

She opened her eyes and she gave a breathless moan upon seeing the look in his eyes.

"We can't," she said, shaking her head, but she didn't push him away from her.

Dean's mouth twitched, his hands moving to her hips, his fingers skimming her skin softly, slowly, sending shivers through her. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, she gripped at his shoulders, her nails biting into him and he chuckled huskily, his breathing tickling her.

They both knew she was feeling the withdrawal just as much as he had been, only she hid it a lot better than he did. But with her menstrual cycle finished for the month, her hormones going haywire at the sinful things he was whispering to her, and going a week without being intimate with Dean, it had finally gotten to her and it broke her down. She gave in.

"A car could come by any minute," she said quietly.

"Then I guess we'll have to be quick, won't we?" He replied, kissing her weak spot behind her ear.

She gasped, her nails dug into him harder and when he pulled back to look at her, he saw her eyes changing until they were feline-like. He knew he had her at that point. He crashed his mouth back to hers, pulled her off the car and into him. She pulled back from him, intending to climb into the car, but he kept a hold of her.