The Burning Pen

A Turn for the Better
by Ruth Solomon

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Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 53 ~ The Man and the Beast

Snape stared down at the lovely, brilliant witch before him, sheathed in her softness and warmth, her brown eyes glistening in the soft candlelight as she looked up at him.

”I’ve waited so long for this—for you,” Hermione breathed.

Snape’s dark eyes turned to the Goss-mirror, to the erotic image of him locked to her body, then back to Hermione. He made a sound in the back of his throat, unable to help reacting to how beautiful she looked at this moment. Finally, she was his in every sense of the word.

”I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Hermione Granger,” he replied softly, thrusting into her again, deeply, urgently, her walls gripping him deliciously as he slid through her tight sleeve.

Severus Snape began to make love to Hermione Granger in earnest, lowering her leg and shifting forward, stretching his lean body over hers, staying connected, his mouth finding her mouth and consuming it as they consummated their passion for each other.

Snape rode Hermione tenderly, but passionately, holding back so as not to hurt her. Gods, he could hurt her without meaning to, she moved him so deeply.

Hermione moaned and murmured into his mouth, overwhelmed by the pleasure she felt as his thickness claimed her, his cock advancing and retreating, delving into the deepest part of her, the professor pausing and holding himself deep, then whirling his hips, winding around inside her before resuming his stroke. Gods, it felt so right, so good, his body flexing rhythmically, his loins slapping against hers, the warm sweat of his body dripping on to her own as he took her.

The Goss-mirrors were forgotten now. They needed no enhancements as their need and pleasure took them over, their kisses and movements hungrier now, Snape becoming more ardent as he lost himself in the witch, wanting to be closer, be more of a part of her, his stroke and strength increasing as he took her, his pale body gleaming with perspiration, his hair clinging to his head.

They rolled, Hermione on top of him now, still connected, driven by instinct and lust and love, her body working feverishly as it was her turn to take over, to dominate, everything inside her locked to him just as her body was, sliding over him, taking him in, undulating and rolling her hips, loving his gasps, sighs and curses as she took her fill of the wizard. Snape stared up at her, mesmerized, amazed and gratified as she rocked, bouncing on him, her body glistening, her dark hair in ringlets around her flushed face. He brushed her hair away, then yanked her downward, locking his lips to hers and wrapping his arms around her body, taking over, driving up into Hermione fast and furiously, the witch crying out into his mouth. But, he couldn’t stop . . . it was too good.

Suddenly she stiffened, Snape letting out a gasp and stopping his stroke as she tightened around him, then melted, her body quivering as she let out a shuddering little cry, orgasming.

”Yes, witch,” he purred against her ear as she bathed him in heat, her inner flesh pulsing and clutching his cock.

He kissed her, holding her close to him, reveling in her surrender, a feeling of jealousy rising in his chest. Hermione was his witch now, and would remain so. No one would take her from him. Younger, handsomer wizards would always be lurking about. He needed to tell her, show her how he felt.

’You’re mine now. Mine, in every sense of the word,” he said, breaking the kiss and staring up into her half-lidded brown eyes. “I love you, Hermione Granger, and I plan to love no one else for the rest of my days. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” Hermione breathed, her eyes soft as she looked down at him. “No one else, Severus.”

Still, he couldn’t fight the jealousy in his heart. He had never had a woman of his own before, and he felt an intense need to claim Hermione in a way that would satisfy that dark impulse inside him. His life may have been much different because of the witch, but he was still covetous, still needed physical proof of things emotional.

”You told me you didn’t want me to hold back, Hermione,” he said to her quietly.

”No, I don’t, Severus,” she replied, a small quaver in her voice as she looked down at him with longing in her eyes. She wasn’t ready to end this. She could feel him throb inside her, his hot, hard organ at part of her now. The room was full of the scent of their sex, musky, sensual and cloying. His hands slipped over her wet skin as he caressed her sides, his dark eyes fixed on her face before he gently lifted her off of him, Hermione letting out a small groan of protest as he broke their connection. His cock fell heavily to his belly as he moved her aside, then sat up.

”Get on your hands and knees, Hermione,” he purred, getting to his own knees and edging behind her as she did as he asked. Snape leaned over Hermione, pressing his lips to her shoulders several times while caressing the soft curve of her buttocks, noting the contrast of their flesh, his hand large and pale against her darker skin. Her arse was so soft, round, pliant . . .

SMACK!

“Aarwk!” Hermione squealed as the Potions master slapped her cheek, then caught the jiggling flesh with his palm. He smoothed the sting gently.

Hermione panted, so turned on by the sharp, quick pain. Snape’s lips curled against her ear as he heard her breathing quicken.

”You liked that,” he said softly, slapping her cheek again, Hermione jerking, her mouth dropping open. “You seem to have a dark side, Hermione. Luckily for you, witch . . so do I. Let’s—explore this . . .”

”Oh gods,” she breathed, closing her eyes as he licked the side of her neck before latching on to it, worrying her skin with his teeth, marking her as Hermione moaned at the slight pain. Merlin, he was giving her a hickey. He slapped her arse again, and Hermione could actually feel the wetness between her legs increase. Snape nipped her shoulder, Hermione gasping, then shuddering as he gently rnbbed her clit with two fingers.

”There will be two types of sexual interaction between us, Hermione,” Snape whispered to her, manipulating her core as she wriggled and moaned. He knew she could hear him. “There will be ‘making love’ to you, and then . . . there will be fucking you. However, I believe most of our intercourse will be someplace in the middle. You will have to get used to me, and I to you. I am going to learn everything about your body, about your reactions to me, what makes you break apart. You are not going to need or desire any other wizard. Ever.”

He gently slipped two fingers into Hermione, wriggling them slightly before slowly thrusting, feeling her slippery warmth tighten around his digits as he worked them, pressing her clit lightly with his thumb. Hermione felt as if she’d found heaven as electricity shot through her and she dropped face first into the pillow.

“Perfect, Hermione,” Snape breathed, straightening and removing his soaked finger, placing them into his mouth with a sigh and sucking them clean.

”Exquisite,” he growled, placing one hand on the small of her back to hold her down, then lifting his cock and striking Hermione’s flesh with it.

Hermione turned her head, letting out a little “ooh!” when she felt his hardness slap against her cheek. “Yessss!”

Snape’s face contorted with lust when he heard her encouragement, and he struck Hermione several more times, her arse swinging about invitingly, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and impaled her quickly and deeply, Hermione letting out a howl. Quickly, he stopped moving and leaned over her, kissing her temple and crooning at her.

”It’s all right,” he said softly, “just tell me if it isn’t what you want.”

But that ache was exactly what the witch wanted. Oh, it had felt incredible.

”Do it again,” she breathed.

Snape drew back and hitched his hips forward, impaling her hard. Hermione didn’t howl this time but let out a sound somewhere between a purr and a moan.

”That’s so—oh gods—Severus . . .”

”Make love or fuck, Hermione?”

“Fuck, Severus. Find out what breaks me apart . . .”

Snape licked her earlobe, then straightened.

”I already know what, Hermione—me,” he breathed gripping her waist and pulling her into his arching body, driving home, deep and sure, penetrating her body and trying to work his way into her very soul. He began to fuck the witch, his pelvis slapping against her arse as Hermione cried out, her voice garbled with passion, ache and surrender as she received her wizard, giving herself over to him, her body jerking. She felt him gathering her hair together, then pulling on it lightly, pulling her head back as if holding a rein. Oh gods, it was a turn on as she looked in the Goss-mirror and saw him behind her, his long cock appearing and disappearing, his head bowed, her hair in his fist, her arse up in the air being pounded hard and methodically. He grasped her forearm and pulled it back, still holding her hair, leaning back and letting his pelvis do all the work.

”You’re so sexy,” Hermione gasped helplessly between strokes, and this only served to make the wizard take her stronger, rising to his feet and crouching behind her, bending over her, both hands on either side of her head as he drove into her hungrily. Sexy? Hell, she had no idea how wild she was driving him. But by the way he was trying to drill for oil, she might have had an inkling, if she retained any cognizant thought.

But thought was out of the window now, for both of them. The Potions master put it to the witch mercilessly, and never once did she ask him to stop. Gods, she was strong, she was – perfect. Just perfect. He had worried about her youth and inexperience for nothing.

Hermione Granger was not only a brilliant witch but a lusty one. Their sex life would be phenomenal. He would never get enough of her. He felt her tighten around him again and groaned. She was climaxing again . . . and taking him with her this time.

”Noooo,” he groaned, driving Hermione down to the bed in his ardor, trying to get the last bit of pleasure from her delicious body before he blew.

”You beautiful, sexy witch,” he hissed in despair, “you’re pulling me with you!”

Hermione couldn’t say anything, she was so caught up in her own bliss. He could pummel her to putty and she would die a happy young woman.

”Arrrrgh!” Snape cried, slamming into Hermione, his back arching and head flung back so his face was turned toward the ceiling. It seemed as if every vein in his body tensed, his neck tight, and mouth slack as his release roared through him. Shot after hot, satisfying shot filled Hermione, thick rich seed sealing their union as they spun together, leaving earth for one perfect moment.

Snape collapsed on her back heavily, his nostrils pulsating as he gulped air, Hermione shuddering under him. He managed to roll off her, and turned the witch toward him. Her face as flushed and her eyes closed as he pulled her against him, racing heart pounding against racing heart. He kissed her forehead, then her soft lips and her eyes opened slowly.

He pulled back and stared at her as her mouth worked a bit. She said something.

”What, love?” he asked her, brushing a wet tangle of hair out of her face.

”You’re an animal, Severus.”

The wizard smirked, then let out a growl, nuzzling her with his big nose before rolling to his back and pulling her on top of him with a sigh.

”You bring out both the man and the beast in me, Hermione Granger,” he replied as she rested her head against his chest and relaxed, letting sleep wash over her.

”That’s fine, Severus—just fine,” she responded heavily, yawning. Then she fell silent, her breathing becoming rhythmic.

Severus yawned as well, looking down at the top of her curly head, just able to see her long lashes resting against her cheeks, looking peaceful and satisfied as she lay on top of him.

”I can get used to this,” he mused, closing his eyes, one arm flung over the small of her back protectively.

In a minute, he began to snore. Loudly. If Hermione hadn’t been so exhausted, no doubt she would have cast a Silencing spell around him.

Apparently, not everything in their little world was going to be perfect. But hopefully, it would be damned close.

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A/N: Ah, consummation. I’m almost ready to wrap this up, but there’s one more little turn of events coming up. I think everyone will be glad about it too. No, not a baby. Lol. Thanks for reading.

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