Ghostly Curse

Ch 17

Chapter 17

Hermione sat in the window seat, watching Lucius sleep. She had dozed for a while, but had woken up when dreams filled with Bellatrix’s voice found her.Unwilling to wake him when he slept so peacefully, she retreated to the window and alternated between watching the moon travel across the sky and staring transfixed at the beauty of the man within the bed.

He was breathtaking. His hair almost glowed in the moonlight. His face seemed unmarred by age while he slept. His lips were perfectly rounded and kissably soft. Her core clenched in desire at the memory of his touch. She tried to ignore it when she felt herself grow wet and instead leaned her head back against the window as she watched him.

Almost as if he felt her eyes on him, his opened. He watched her looking him over without moving. When her hand trailed down between her legs and she moved the fabric of her gown away so she could touch herself he nearly lost himself.

Gritting his teeth, he watched as toyed with the folds of her sex and forced himself to stay silent when she gave a little moan. He shifted slightly so she could see the evidence of his arousal tenting the sheet.

Embarrassed, Hermione jerked her hand away from herself and smoothed her shift back down to cover herself. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip and fought the urge to turn away from him. She had almost composed herself when his strong voice broke the silence in the room.

“Hermione, come here.” His voice was commanding, yet soft. His eyes were dark with desire as he sat up in the bed..

Still blushing madly, she shook her head and turned to gaze out the window. “I can’t sleep.”

He cleared his throat. “Why would you assume I want you for sleeping?” Leaning back against the headboard he uncovered himself, giving her a full view of his manhood, erect and proud. “This time is for us. Let’s make use of it.”

Turning wide eyes to look first at his proud desire, then into his eyes, she whispered, “I’m going to lose myself while we’re in here.” Her fear was evident in her voice. He could see her tremble where the moons glow highlighted her body.

Getting up from the bed silently, he moved slowly toward her without a word. When he reached her side, he grasped her hips, pulling her flush against his erection. She groaned with him flush against her belly. The feel of him was enough to drive her mad. Her hands had come up to push him away but instead, her nails scraped his chest as she moved her hands to grasp his shoulders.

He growled his own satisfaction as he moved to position himself against her heat. “See?” he asked as he filled her swiftly. “Your body craves mine. You’re afraid of losing yourself here with me.” he moaned as he pulled slightly out before thrusting back into her. “I want nothing MORE than to lose myself inside of you. I need you.” He whispered even as he pulled away only to thrust deeper inside her still.

She had barely adjusted to his size filling her when he moved again, pulling her tighter against him as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the window seat. Her legs wrapped around him as well as her arms. Closing her eyes, she laid her head on his shoulder, surrendering to his desires, knowing that as much as she wished it otherwise, hers were the same.

Carrying her to the bed, he turned and sat with her in his lap and lifted her slightly before pushing her back down over him, making her moan and cling to him. Softly he whispered even as he continued thrusting into her. “I want to fuck you until neither of us knows where one of us ends and the other begins. I want to fill you with more than just my cock.” he rammed it home, as if proving a point. “I want your entire being to feel empty if I’m not with you. I want you to orgasm just by my looking at you. Because every time I look at you, I’m compelled to bury myself inside you.”