Mastering Temptation

CHAPTER THIRTY: Of Wedding Nights and Wizard Knots







Palazzo de Malfoy was located atop a hill overlooking the sea just north of Pietrasanta, and surrounded on three sides by vineyards as far as the eye could see. Severus gently removed his sleeping bride from the coach and lifted her into his arms. He could barely see around the layers of satin and tulle that made up her skirts as he entered the house, greeting the house elf holding the door with a curt nod and carrying her through the lavishly decorated home.







The terra cotta tiles on the floor echoed his footsteps as he climbed the sweeping staircase to the second floor and made his way to the large master suite. A large canopied bed with white bedding and gossamer curtains dominated the center of the room. Two sets of glass doors flanked the fireplace and stood open, the breeze coming in off the sea causing the sheers to billow and undulate in the moonlight.





“Oh, this place is stunning.” Hermione said softly. Severus looked down at her, a tiny half smile tugging the corner of his mouth.







“I thought you were asleep.” He said.







“I was, until you decided carry me off to your lair.” She teased. “Besides, I couldn’t sleep through my wedding night.”







“It’s after two, so technically it is no longer our wedding night.” He said, softly.







“Does that mean you have no intentions of ravishing me in that obscenely decadent bed?” She asked, sliding her cool fingers along the side of his face and into his hair.





“No, it just means I will not be ravishing you on our wedding night, instead it will be at the start of your first day as Madame Snape.” He said, kissing her lips softly and lowering her to her feet.







Hermione smiled and drifted across the room, stopping beside a chair to kick off her shoes before walking onto the balcony and leaning over the iron rail to gaze out at the moon reflecting on the water.







Severus stood in the open doorway and removed his robes, waistcoat and tie. He removed his silver and black onyx cufflinks, a gift from Lucius, and put them into his pocket, then popped open the first several buttons of his shirt. The wind caught in her curls and they danced around her face and shoulders as though they had a life of their own.





He approached her from behind and gathered her impossibly long hair in his hands and draped it over one shoulder. His fingertips danced lightly over her bare shoulders and along the back of her neck before he went to work on the long row of buttons on the back of her wedding gown.





“There are at least fifty buttons on this gown.” He said, frowning as he slid each tiny, satin covered button through its little loop.





“It gives you an idea of how frustrating it can be to get you naked.” She said, laughing when he nipped her ear softly. “Just don’t rip any of them off, this dress cost a small fortune.”





“Pocket change for Lucius.” Severus said, still in awe that Lucius had decided he would pay for the wedding and walk Hermione down the aisle since she no longer had a father to do it for her. Severus pushed the sides of he gown apart and stopped suddenly, his eyes narrowing. “Hermione?”





“Yes?” She asked softly, looking back at him over her shoulder.





“Would you care to explain why your undergarment is tied with a knot in the shape of an LM?” Severus asked, looking at the wizard’s knot tied into his wife’s corset laces.







“Oh! That’s right, Lucius said he spelled the knot….I thought he meant that he double tied it or something.” She said, laughing softly.





“And why did he have his hands on your corset to start with?” He asked reaching into his pocket for his wand and muttering a spell that sliced the laces all the way down her back and burned away the wizard’s knot completely.





“Draco was having issues tying it.” She said, smirking softly at the full moon when she heard his soft gasp followed by a frustrated growl.







“Draco was involved as well?” He asked, shoving the gown forward and off of her arms then tossing the corset over the rail to fall to the rocks below and be washed out to sea. “What did I tell you about the Malfoys, A mhuirnin?” He slid his hands along her waist to her hips and pulled her back hard against him.







“They are not to be kissing me, touching me, or sharing a bed with me, ever.” She answered, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder. She kissed his chin softly and shifted out of his grasp; she covered her now bared breasts with her hands and backed slowly away from him and into the bedroom.







“Frightened, little witch?” He asked, stalking her. Hermione bit her lower lip and shook her head slowly. She dropped her hands and reached behind her to loosen the tapes of her petticoats, then shoved them and the dress onto the floor.







“Do you want to know why?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.







“You are going to tell me regardless.” He said, smiling at her standing there in silvery stockings and white lace knickers, his Slytherin pin clipped to the waistband.







“See the thing about being the bride, Severus, is that it is my special day and everyone should go out of their way to please me.” She said, lifting her chin haughtily. “The bride says do and the groom does.”





“Is that right?” Severus smiled, amused by his saucy little bride. “And just what is it that you wish for your groom to do?”





Hermione smiled, looking very much like the Cheshire cat as she tilted her head to the side in contemplation.





“Strip…slowly.” She said. Severus’s brows arched and he gave her a slight nod of acquiescence. His fingers moved slowly over his remaining buttons, tugging the material free from his trousers as he went. Hermione watched him closely, running her tongue over her lower lip when he removed the shirt completely and let it fall to the floor. He knelt down and unzipped the sides of his short, dragonhide boots and removed them along with his socks. He stood and with a smirk shucked the trousers.





“What next, Madame Snape?” He drawled, standing in the moonlight completely naked.





“You Slytherins and your aversion to knickers.” She said, shaking her head slowly as she walked towards him. She laid her hand in the center of his chest and slid it up and over his shoulder as she walked around him. She traced the smooth, muscular line of his back, letting her hand slide over the tight curve of his bum. She loved the way it sort of dented in at the sides. She couldn’t resist, she drew her hand back and landed a stinging swat to his left cheek, laughing softly when he glanced back at her over his shoulder in surprise.







“I’ll remember that later, little witch. Have your fun, but remember that I will have my turn very soon.” He drawled, watching her as she made her way back in front of him.







“Promise?”







“Are you thinking to leash me the way you have the Malfoys?” He asked, enjoying this playful, sassy side of her.







“You don’t want to be leashed by me?” She asked, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his aroused flesh. She began to move back towards the bed, tugging him with her.





“Perhaps I was a little hasty…maybe my lead in your hands isn’t such a bad thing.” He said, aroused and intrigued by her newfound boldness. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her hand gently up and down his lead.







“Only in my hands?” She asked, leaning forward to swipe her tongue over the tip. He hissed softly when her lips parted and she engulfed him with the heat of her mouth. He tangled his fingers in her curls, crushing the tiny lilies in his fist as she moved her mouth over his length. She stroked the part of him she couldn’t fit into her mouth until she felt his sac begin to draw tight and he started to pulse beneath her tongue.





She drew back and looked up at him, squeezing his shaft tight in her fist.





“Get on your knees.” She said, a little breathless as she let him go and leaned back on her hands. Severus complied, pressing his lips against her stomach and running his tongue over the sensitive skin. “Take them off.” She moaned softly when his fingers slid beneath the sides of her lacy knickers and tugged them down and off. He removed her stockings slowly, running his lips and tongue along the insides of her legs, kissing the tops of her feet as he draped the silvery silk around the back of his neck like a scarf.







“What would my lady like for me to do now?” He asked, smoothing his hands up and down her thighs, his eyes fixated on the way her breasts were rising and falling with every breath. She reached out with her left hand and laid it atop his head. She fisted her hand in his hair and tugged him forward to where she wanted him, lifting her thighs and draping them over his shoulders as he delved into her sex with lips and tongue.





She was crying out, aroused by the sight of his shiny black hair fisted in her hand, her wedding rings glinting in the soft moonlight. She closed her eyes, unable to keep them open as the pleasure crested and she tightened her thighs around his head, her soft screams of completion echoing in the room.







Severus eased her legs from his shoulders and rose to his feet between her thighs. He held both of his hands out to her and when she took them he pulled her to her feet and turned her around so that her back was pressed into his chest.





“Did you enjoy that, little witch?” He purred into her ear. “Did you like having the power?”





“Yes.” She answered, her breathing ragged and her soft skin flushed and damp.







“It’s my turn now, a mhuirnin. Kneel in the center of the bed.” He said, pushing her forward as she climbed into the center of the bed with him following right behind her. “Lower your shoulders and rest your cheek against the sheets.” He said, reaching out for the pillows and tucked two of them beneath her hips.







“Severus?” Hermione called his name, her voice trembling slightly.







“Don’t worry; I’m not going to hurt you.” He said, smiling slightly as he stared at her rounded bottom presented so prettily for his pleasure. He reached for her wrists and pulled them slowly around behind her, letting her adjust them comfortably before he reached into her hair and removed one of the white ribbons threaded through her curls and bound her wrists together. “You have been a very naughty witch, a mhuirnin.” He said, smoothing his hands over the soft globes of her bum. “You shouldn’t have let the Malfoys help you dress this morning, a husband does not like undressing his wife to find another wizard has tied the laces of her corset.”







Severus heard her whimper slightly and he knew she was anticipating a spanking. Instead he slid his fingers between her thighs and into the slick heat of her core. She moaned and twitched around the invading fingers, pressing back into him seeking more. Severus knelt behind her and took himself in hand, and replaced his fingers with his shaft. She cried out as he sheathed himself fully inside her and began the steady push and pull that always left her begging.





He leaned over her, pushing her hair out of the way so he could watch her face as he increased the pace of his loving, his thrusts becoming hard and fast. Her cries grew louder and raspier with each penetration. He slid his hand beneath her, over her stomach and between her folds to tweak the little bundle of nerves nestled there until he felt her tighten around him and arch her back, incoherent cries spilling from her lips as he spilled inside her with a gruff shout of his own.





When he had caught his breath, Severus tugged the ends of the bow and released her wrists, massaging her shoulders gently as he eased her onto her back and laid his head on her stomach. She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair.





“That was the image you put into my head on New Years.” She said, laughing softly.







“You needed a lesson in who is master here, a mhuirnin.” Severus drawled, enjoying the warm ocean breeze as it blew in through the windows and cooled his hot and sweaty skin.





“I’m sorry; I couldn’t resist the temptation to have you at my mercy for just a bit.” She said, finger combing his hair back from his face.







“I know all about temptation, you were the embodiment of it from the moment I set eyes on you bending over my desk. I fought it as long as I could.” He drawled.







“And when you realized it was a fight you couldn’t win?” She asked.







“I decided to master temptation instead.”









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And they live happily ever after……..





Hope the wedding night satisfied you………So, funny tid bit, I was going to use the phrase “don’t pop one off” when Hermione was telling Severus not to tear any buttons on her gown…..then Jo (my brit friend) starts laughing and tells me that “to pop one off” has another meaning in some circles across the pond. Of course, I didn’t want Sevvie doing THAT so soon either.





So, as sad as I am to put this tale to bed, Draco is begging me for a starring role in the next one…….and Lucius is pouting in the corner because he doesn’t like being queued behind his son…….and Remus is circling, getting antsy about having his turn as well……Sevvie is content, for now. : ) Yes, I am a greedy mistress and I want to keep them all to myself LOL





Utopia – loved Corset Laces…….though it wasn’t in my story, there is something very erotic about picturing one of the wizards lacing a corset…….







Narcissas Sister – so glad you decided to review, thank you, so very much, love. And thank you for the well wishes for hubby. As for managing with 3 kids…..Im lucky, they are good kids. :)





Aliciana – you sound like a lot of fun! Would love to get soused and hurl insults in a French accent from a castles battlement. Congrats to the daughter LOL