Back. Tom arched into her touch, loving the roughness of it. "That's it," Tom replied and began bouncing her harder and faster, relishing the way her tits bounced between them. They were pressed so tightly together that Tom couldn't reach a hand between them to flick at her clit, instead, he ground upward pressing his pelvis into hers. Her crescendoing cries indicated he was hitting all of the right spots and it wasn't long before she collapsed in his arms, boneless once more. Tom grinned as he tucked her head against his shoulders and began his slow onslaught once more. He was close, so close when she began rhythmically tightening her inner muscles around his cock. He groaned and ground into her. She began helping once more, digging her heels into the bed, creating the leverage he needed to finally, let loose. He bit her shoulder hard as he came, splashing his seed deep inside her. She shuddered and groaned through yet another climax and Tom couldn't stop the grin from plastering on his face. Slowly, he laid her back on the bed and threw an arm around her waist, pulling her close, her back to his chest. She waved her hand and the sheet flew up and covered them lightly. Tom closed his eyes. He would rest for just a moment.
"The diary and the ring," Hermione breathed. "Where are they? Have you found the diadem yet? You must still be looking..." she trailed off again. "You must have went to look for the diadem before you went to see Hepzibah Smith," she mused almost to herself. But Tom was standing right there and he heard it all. Suddenly, he slammed her against the wall and Hermione realized that what was pressed so insistently against her belly was not a wand. It was much too thick for that. She gasped and her breath left her entirely when he trailed a finger down the gaping neckline of her dressing gown, his finger leaving a path of fire in its wake. The sexual chemistry between them was electric, magnetic and suddenly she was burning for him. "Don't try to distract me," she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders almost involuntarily. She willed her legs to stay put, no matter how much she wanted to wrap them around his waist and trap that long, hard, hot length between them. "Oh, is this distracting?" Tom asked, breathing in her ear. Hermione had no idea what he did with the wands, but they weren't in his hands now. Now his hands had pulled open both sides of her dressing gown, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples. Her mind went blank with need and she panted, unable to answer him. "Yes," she hissed as he lowered his dark head and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Now instead of clutching his shoulders, she was holding his head to her chest. Her traitor left leg had crept up and was now clutching at his hips. Tom took the hint and dropped both hands to her arse, lifting her. Hermione finally wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping his cock between them and it pulsed against her bare center. She hadn't bothered with knickers and soon the dressing gown was untied completely, still hanging from her shoulders. Tom kissed his way to her other nipple, taking a moment to breathe in the air in the valley of her breasts and Hermione's own breath hitched in response. Logically, she knew that sleeping with Tom Riddle once had been a very stupid idea. And doing it a second time? It was practically
Unforgivable. But it didn't stop her from reaching a hand between them, attempting to pry the buttons of his trousers apart. She desperately wanted that cock inside her. Tom chuckled at her efforts, finally raising his head from her chest. The look in his deep blue eyes stopped Hermione from breathing. She could see want and lust and something else, something darker swirling in their depths. Tom whispered something and suddenly his unclothed dick was sliding through her sopping folds, nudging at her clit. It was almost too much, Hermione could feel her climax building and he hadn't even entered her yet. How would she survive this man if they couldn't go more than a few hours without fucking? Her heart lurched when she realized she was thinking of a future, of the future with him. That was a dangerous thought. Much too dangerous to be thinking about on the edge of her orgasm. "Please," Hermione begged. She had no shame, she wanted him. She wanted him to fill her up until she
Valbona Valley National Park, Albania Tom slowly pulled out of Granger and propped her up between him and the wall behind her. He whispered a release and her hands fell limply to her side. Her hair was a bushy mess behind her head and Tom thought she looked rather fetching. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. He was sure that if he pulled away, she'd fall bonelessly to the floor. He rather liked this look on her and a fierce wave of possession shot through him. He didn't generally want to possess witches. There were so many out there to choose from, but this witch caused him to feel things he'd never felt before. And she was infuriating, he didn't even know her first name, but he knew he wanted to have her again and again. He could feel his cock stirring at just the thought of it. He pressed a swift kiss to her lips and then pulled away to lean his forehead against hers as they both recovered. She'd said he'd be hunted or even killed if he returned to wizarding Britain without her. Tom already knew he was going to do his best to convince her to stand at his side. Something he'd never contemplated before, but fifty-three years into the future and he knew he would need someone to help him navigate the differences between his world and hers. She would be the perfect person to do it too. Smart, beautiful, and he had an inkling that she was probably fairly powerful as well. The Hangover Relief potion she'd made had worked flawlessly and she didn't have a wand on her when she had summoned it. Beyond all that, the thought of murdering her because she knew too much made his stomach churn. Not when he could keep fucking her. Murder wasn't the only way to control the narrative after all. Sex worked just as well sometimes. And Granger was practically gagging for it. Right now, she was pressing slow, soft kisses to the side of his neck. Tom's cock was now doing more than stirring at her attention.
Ashamed of the amount of begging that was going on, but she wasn't. Not right now, now she was too far gone with need to be ashamed of anything. "Please, Tom, I fucking need you," Hermione groaned as he slowly circled his hips. She was so close to her orgasm that she could practically taste it. Tom lifted his dark head and smirked at her. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as the tension in her body snapped and she came. Tom began snapping his hips into Hermione, his sack slapping her bum as he pumped in and out. Hermione groaned, feeling another climax begin to climb its way out from her center. "Fucking yes," she moaned and Tom covered her mouth with his own as he took her. She didn't care that he was the future Dark Lord. She didn't care that he was evil incarnate or the devil or anything else. At that moment, the only thing that mattered to Hermione was that he didn't stop. That he continued pounding his way into her cunt and giving her the best sex she'd had. Period. Ever. Full stop. Nothing good could be said about Tom Riddle except that he was a phenomenal bed partner. And right then, that's all that mattered to Hermione. XXX August 2002
