enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

21. New company

A/N: Smut ahead

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"You really don't have to walk me back to my tower, Severus" beamed Hermione, enjoying their close proximity.

A few minutes earlier, Dumbledore had adviced the young witch to get some sleep, noticing the swelling under her eyes.

Before she could even stand up, her potion master had offered to accompany her to her tower - in case someone used the night as their weapon to harm Hermione. The witch pretended to be embarrassed, urging him repeatedly if he 'was sure', yet in the inside, all she desired to do was seize him by his neckband and lead him to her bed.

Severus was eluding her gaze, looking away whenever she would seek for his attention. A million questions perturbed Hermione's mind, making her wonder whether or not he enjoyed their snogging sessions on the headmaster's desk.

Unable to contain the glimmer in her eyes, realising that it was the first time she has ever done something as naughty with the Slytherin, Hermione looked the other way - evading his taunting jet orbs - which had shifted to examine her.

As they walked passed a corridor, a wind blew through the open windows, effortlessly hoisting her skirt, taunting her lower lips - bared. Her thong was still in the man's possession from their tempestuous encounter. The warmth hastening down between her thighs caused her to whimper, relishing the dominating sensations snaking under her skin.

Noticing her shiver, Severus halted, overlooking the witch. "Are you cold Ms Granger?" He asked, his baritone voice making her bite her lower lip - her arousal now an added fragrance to the fresh air surrounding them. Reaching Snape's nostrils, he smirked, her taste still lingering on the tip of his tongue. No matter how strenuously he attempted to restrain his throbbing groins from taking over, he realised his appetites for the witch were far mightier than his will.

Lowering his head towards her ear - tantalizingly fisting her hair with his hand he whispered, "aren't you a naughty girl Ms Granger?"

"It's Snape for you" she purred, leading her fingers to the hem of his shirt, deviously digging her nails into his skin. She sighed at the contact of his tone abdomen - missing the pleasant sensation it brought her while they made love, pressing her down on the mattress in the most loving way. "My thong, Severus, I need it."

His eyes twinkled, his tongue trailing on her earlobe, nibbling it teasingly before leisurely vanishing his hand between her legs. He couldn't help but give the slyest of smiles as she parted her legs for him to dive right in - craving for his touch. "What are you doing to me witch?" He snarled, before plunging a finger inside of her, hocking it in the most tormenting way.

Unable to stand on her feet, feeling his finger to wonder to her womanhood, Severus caught her before she fell. Low moans and whimpers sang to his ear, causing his touch on her to become rougher, demanding. As if possessed by the demon of lust, Severus pulled on the exposed skin of her neck while pushing her against a stone wall. He couldn't think straight as if a vail separated his rationality from the rest of his body. All he wanted was to feel her, linger on every curve of her body, taste her delectable skin while bitting her teasingly, making her his.

"We shouldn't be doing this" he hissed, cupping vigourously her rear end in such a coarse manner he knew it will leave marks, "this is so wrong."

"I'm you're wife Severus, there is nothing wrong with what we're doing" she pleaded, guiding her lips towards his, "you want me?"

His peepers, now tainted with the wickedest shade of black, looked up at her, his teeth clenching - trying his hardest to contain the animalistic feeling pulsating through his veins. His endowment was now trapped in its confinement, hastily waiting to feel her dampness.