#6 ~ A Matter of Matrimony

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
*******************************

Chapter 27 ~ And the Two Become One


Hermione sighed as Severus slid his cock inside her smoothly, claiming her as his lover, his Lady, his wife, filling her emptiness thickly and completely, groaning with pleasure as he buried himself in her warmth. She throbbed around him, welcoming his intrusion, loving the feeling of his hardness and length penetrating her, the feel of his lean body nestled intimately between her thighs, his weight pressing down on her as he lowered his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue, tasting her hungrily in a kind of double penetration. It had been so long since she had experienced him, mouth to mouth, skin to skin, softness to steel, and she shuddered beneath him, clamping her inner muscles tightly along his shaft, rolling her belly, shifting her walls along his pulsing member with wanton delight. Severus hissed into her mouth and twisted inside her, pushing deep against her womb, making her gasp at the pressure and sensation, his cock tightly immersed in the close-fitting sleeve of her sex as she worked her belly and hips in the way she knew he loved.

“My wife,” he groaned, beginning to thrust into her with jagged, undulating and gentle strokes, caressing her inner flesh at different angles, his pelvis moving from right to left as he fucked her tenderly but thoroughly, trying to give her as much sensation and pleasure as he could. He wasn’t rough, but he was strong, taking every inch of her, pulling out fully and returning at a different angle, over and over, sliding his full length inside her, the mushroomed head gliding along her sensitive walls, the flange pulling deliciously at her tender flesh, as she keened, her voice and hips rising in urgency to meet him as he continued to thrust into her wetness, keeping his strokes irregular and strong, surprising and delighting her with every penetration.

“Gods, Severus, you’re so good, so good…husband,” she cried out softly against his mouth. Severus hitched, growling in the back of his throat, and thrust a little deeper, a little harder, hitting her sweet spot and she bucked beneath him crying out his name. He latched on to her throat, suckling and licking it as he moved in and out of her, increasing his pace, hitting that spot again and again.. She cried out against at the sensations he was eliciting, pleasure rushing up and down her body, from the top of her head to her curling toes as her husband rode her body lovingly, reverently, taking her up and up and towards her pinnacle

“This is how I should have loved you the first time, Hermione,” he whispered against her ear, his body sliding back and forth over hers, tittlating her nipples as she rhythmically shifted beneath him, his perspiration making them slick, sweat passing from body to body in riveluts. She felt so good around him, hot, wet, smooth, firm and giving at the same time, her softness dragging over his shaft, her inner muscles embracing and caressing the whole length of him.

“You’re mine, Lady Snape, forever, forever,” he gasped, pressing his lips to her temple, hunching into her, punctuating his words with deep strokes as she thrust herself against him in reaction, seeking to bring him even deeper.

“More, Severus, please…please,” she cried out to him, bucking against him with urgency, her small hands sliding down to his ass, pulling him into her insistently as the sweet bubble of need he had been stoking, expanded inside her, searing, swelling, aching, ready to be broken . He lifted his head, looked into her hungry, passion glazed eyes and knew what she needed from him now, and stopped thrusting.

“All right, my love…all right,” he breathed as he raised himself, still embedded inside her and placed her legs on his shoulders, opening her fully beneath him. He looked down to where they were connected, his thick, glistening shaft buried between her swollen lips. He pulled out and the head of his dripping cock hovered over her sex, its entrance gaping slightly like a little, cream-filled mouth.as her pelvis thrust up at him, aching to be filled again, dying for his strength and power.

“Severus! Please!’ she cried out so plaintively and despairingly that he could no longer deny her, and slammed his cock deep inside her with all his might, his black eyes focused on her beautiful lust-ladened face as she came, screaming, her pussy clamping down on him like a pulsing vise, her hot juices poured out of her, bathing him in liquid heat up to his balls. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she loved him, all of him. He gave her what she wanted, slamming his cock into her body over and over as she came, arching into her, riding her brutally, his cock pistoning like a jackhammer, her body bouncing helplessly under his as she screamed her love, digging her nails into his back and drawing long, thin trails of blood, adding her own small marks of love to his skin. He didn’t need to hear her scream her love as he pounded into her sweet body, but he loved to hear it and he buried himself deeper and deeper into the clenching, pulling, sucking warmth of her as she spouted words of love and obscenities, egging him on, begging him to give her every throbbing inch of him. He fucked her for all he was worth, words of love pouring from his lips, soothing her even as he pummeled her, beating a path to paradise, his balls tightening, his consciousness soaring to the height of pleasure as he took the woman he loved, his wife, his Lady with every bit of passion and love he contained.

And then, the world fell away. It was he and she, she and he, them, one body, one mind, one shuddering soul tumbling over into pleasure, into gasping, groaning bliss as he released into her, spurting, pulsing like a quasar inside the warmth of her body, now his body, his seed spilling into her as he strained against her, his mouth opening and closing with pleasure, and he let go with a long hiss of satisfaction, hearing a roaring between his ears, loud and thunderous, declarative, like a Lioness staking her claim. He dropped shuddering on his wife’s trembling body, his black hair covering and sticking to her face in a silken curtain as he gasped against her, still inside her, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her close, whispering his love as he brushed his locks from her face.

“Did you hear the roaring? When you came everything went dark for a moment, and I heard roaring in my ears,” she whispered against his throat, her breathing still ragged. He held her tighter.

“Yes, my love. I heard it,” he whispered back, pressing his lips against her damp hair, “and I know I will hear it for the rest of our lives.”

THE END

*****************************
A/N: and there it is, a Matter of Matrimony. I hope you all enjoyed the story and stay tuned for a little Marcus epilogue. Please review.