enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

32. Enchanted

In her sleep, Hermione was constantly tormented between warmth and coldness. A temperature shock that left her either shivering or humming in delight. She could feel her fingers unconsciously search for something besides her, stroking a smooth object that responded to her affections with a grunt. Thinking it was just a dream, the Gryffindor witch let her mind take over her imagination, creating a dream for her, and only her to feel.

She had been impressed by how vivid it was. For the first time in ages, she was experiencing a lucid dream, yet contrary to modern believes, she couldn't control it. Hermione, therefore, watched herself and the tall dark wizard consume the others' body frantically as if the need to feel the other's flesh in contact with its own had been a necessity. The memories of her lovemaking with her husband rushed to her mind as she watched the scene before her, powerless. Remembering the long passionate nights filled with love and desire, their lust taking over their whole being. However, her dream was illustrating her their appetite for the other, their animalistic side taking over their human one. She was left speechless, unable to formulate a word as he had laid her beside the fireplace, taking her with such veracity and force she was amazed she wasn't breaking.

Feeling something rough touch her body, Hermione snapped her eyes open, finally able to leave that dream that had left her uneasy. She loved Severus, yet something about the way they acted, touched, was different from what she was used to. It was as if they had this tremendous itch that only the other could scratch.

Noticing the change in scenery, Hermione squinted her eyes to see past the darkness, hoping to discern where she was.

There was a Chesterfield leather sofa on one side of the room, the vintage style of the furnishing gave out were she was.

Severus' chamber.

Rolling on the other side, she saw her favourite figure sleeping soundly beside her. Bringing her hand to caress his creaseless face, marvelled by the beauty of his fair skin - enlightened by the full moon covering the sky.

Noticing her naked body, she delicately lifted the blanket, only to be met with a gorgeous male body. His abs were perfectly shaped as if carved on his abdomen, his arms were strong and firm, coming around her waist, pulling her towards him. She sighed at the contact of their skin together - having missed their encounters - she kissed his chest and nuzzled in his arms before falling asleep.

The heat from the sun rays coming through the tall window behind the bedpost shone brightly on the two exhausted lovers. Hermione wrapped her leg around Severus' waist, drawing him closer to her form while his morning wood teased her entrance unknowingly. Moaning in content, her hand instinctively lowered and grabbed his appendage, stroking him. Opening his eyes , feeling the unknown yet also familiar touch of Hermione's delectable hands on him, he was surprised to find the woman of his dreams securely swaddled around him.

He grinned, lowering his head to kiss her forehead before flinching at the feeling of her other hand teasing his sack. "Hermione" his hoarse voice whispered to her, "Hermione."

For some odd reason, although her touch was affectionate and tender, it seemed that his manhood was overly sensitive this morning. Reaching down to pull the witch's hand away from his centre of pleasure, her pinned her to the bed - straddling her.

The word 'beautiful' was all that crossed his mind as he looked down at the sleeping woman. Kissing her lips, running his tongue along hers in the hope she will wake up from the sudden invasion, he was pleased to feel Hermione's body so responsive to his attention as her legs wrapped around his waist and arms scratching his back - beckoning for more.

"Sweetheart wake up" he cooed to her ear, nibbling on her lobe playfully, "my know-it-all" he growled to himself, although his mouth spoke the words as fast as his mind.