enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

24. Lustful

Wantonly licking his lips, Severus couldn't take his eyes off the witch, as if his ebony orbs were clouded, eternally magnetized by her grace. Although he couldn't move a limb, hypnotised by her curves and endless legs, he felt warmth flow down his duct into his shaft, hardening it. His fingers started to twitch, seeking for the comforting touch of her round breast, craving to squeeze them - soliciting a sensual moan out of her tight throat. His mouth went dry while her lower lips were leaking with her fountain of Youth. His hocked nose - that legends believe to have a supernatural sense of scent - teased his demanding endowment as he detected her arousal. He coughed, his usual control disrupted by the Aphrodite standing proudly before him. Seraphina was nothing compared to her. The Gryffindor was like a mermaid, her voice - the most beautiful melody - calling after him, craving for his touch.

His eyes strolled down each crevasse and curvature of her frame, imagining his finger skimming through her toned shape - replacing his curious orbs -exploring her body. Severus' mind was consumed by lust and passion for the witch, forever frozen in fascination.

Noticing her shiver, her hips shuddering at the contact of a cold sweep of wind passing through the corridors, Severus' capacity to reason came back in a flash.

"Ms Granger, put your cloak back on" he managed to say, his voice hoarse from his dehydrated gorge, "it would be unfortunate for you to catch a cold."

Severus smirked, knowing that he could heat her quivering stature with a simple brush of his long virility - stimulating her senses - as he fondly stroked her body. Doubting his self-control - knowing all too well the tickling feeling under his skin down to his protruding crotch in the presence of Hermione - Severus decided to let her in, convincing himself that he couldn't let a student congeal herself to death near his front door. After all, as his family name attests, he is a Prince.

"I would give you a tour of my chambers but I believe you already know every corner of it" he added as she stepped foot into his quarters. "Would you like some tea?"

Turning around in the tight corridor leading to his living room, Hermione halted, turning her body to face him. "Severus sweetheart" she purred, crooned towards him like a feline ready to attack her prey, "you know what I want."

She let her fingers wander around his neckline, before enticingly sliding her finger down to the snaps of his cloak. He trembled at the contact, unintentionally leaning towards her sweet touch.

"I want you, Severus, always and forever." Her lips were now only mere centimetres away from his, her warm breathing grazing his face, "I try to live without you, but I can't. I feel empty as if I'm missing a part of me. I know you're not the man I married, but the love that we feel for each other surpasses any dimension, any timeline." Hermione placed a hand on his chest, smiling charmingly at the palpitation of his heart, "come home, my love."

Hermione's determination glimmered through her golden peepers, reflecting all the love and the longing she felt for the man. This dimension had stirred various emotions within her, and although her body felt weaker by the minute, she wasn't ready to give up on the love she knew existed between them. It had tormented and torn her, this seemingly endless game between the two. Hermione thought she had him that night in the corridors as his fingers roamed her body, seeking her warmth. However, it seemed that with this Severus, their love was doomed to face challenges, constantly making her doubt. But love, oh love, is one of the most powerful magic on earth, and once you have a taste of it, you'll constantly linger for more - even though it can destroy you.

"What are you doing with a woman who believes in an unrealistic and hypothetical expertise that is Divination? We are rational being Severus, I'm surprised she managed to get your attention." Her eyes never left his, even though her lips jittered, afraid that she would lose whatever bond they had forged since their discussion in the headmaster's office.