Veils Removed

Relaxation

Without another word, Severus did just that. He attacked her lips with his own, his kiss a fierce declaration of intent. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, until she was pressed against him, her breasts flattening against his chest. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if he was trying to devour her very soul. Hermione felt herself melting into him, her arms winding around his neck as she returned his passion with her own.

But Severus had other plans. With a flick of his wand, their robes fell away like leaves in an autumn breeze, leaving them both standing in their undergarments. He stepped back, his gaze raking over her body, and Hermione felt a flush rise in her cheeks under his scrutiny. The fire in his eyes grew brighter, hunger clear in their depths.

Her own hands shook as she reached up to unbutton her shirt, but Severus was there, his fingers deftly working the fabric free. His hands skimmed over her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He paused at her neck, his thumbs brushing over her pulse point, sending a shiver down her spine. "Let me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Her eyes never left his as he slid her shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh, making her gasp. Her breasts strained against the confines of her bra, and she felt his hands move to unclasp it. The fabric fell away, and she felt his warm palms cup her breasts, his thumbs stroking over her nipples until they peaked.

Severus's gaze was dark with lust as he took a step back, his eyes scanning her bare skin. He murmured a spell, and her pants vanished, leaving her in only her lacy panties. His own clothes followed, dissolving into thin air to leave his lean, muscular form on full display. Hermione's breath caught at the sight of him, his arousal obvious and demanding.

With a firm grip on her elbow, he guided her into the bedroom, the floor cool against her bare feet. The room was cast in a soft, intimate light, the candles on the dresser flickering in the stillness. The bed looked inviting, the covers thrown back in an alluring invitation. Severus led her to the center of the room and whispered a command, his voice a seductive purr. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees."

Her heart racing with excitement, Hermione obeyed, the anticipation thrumming through her body like a live wire. She climbed onto the high bed, her knees sinking into the soft mattress, and looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes full of fire and challenge. Severus's gaze was locked on her, his expression a heady mix of hunger and admiration. She arched her back slightly, presenting herself to him, her eyes never leaving his.

Slowly, deliberately, she began to sway her hips, shaking her ass in a mesmerizing dance of temptation. Severus's breath caught in his throat, his eyes darkening with desire. His hand reached out, as if to touch her, but she was just out of reach. She knew she had him, knew that he was hers to command.

He took another step closer, his bare chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths. The heat of his body radiated towards her, and she could feel the fabric of her panties growing damp with anticipation. With a smirk, she spread her legs slightly wider, inviting him closer, daring him to take the final step.

Severus did not need another invitation. His hand slid around her hip, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just above the elastic band of her underwear. His other hand found her hair, gently tugging it so her head was bent back, exposing her throat. His breath was hot against her neck as he whispered dark promises of pleasure and pain, his lips grazing the tender flesh.

His erection pressed against her ass, the heat and hardness of him sending shivers down her spine. With a soft moan, Hermione pushed back into him, feeling the head of his cock nudging against the barrier of her panties. Severus responded by sliding his hand down to cup her sex, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on the damp fabric covering her clit. The sensation was maddening, a sweet torment that made her hips rock in silent demand.