Trussed

Hermione begged Draco with her hips, angling them to meet his. He stared at her in contemplation, finally understanding just how much he'd fucked her up.

He'd broken Hermione Granger, and she'd been searching for something that only he could give. He didn't know if it would help her, or if he could even perform, but the desperation in her eyes seemed to think so.

Throwing caution to the wind, he pressed his lips onto hers. She moaned into his mouth and he could feel his magic warming and intertwining with hers.

He grabbed her waist and shoved her backwards onto the couch, falling on top of her. She was intoxicating.

She keened as he wrapped a handful of her hair around his fist, sucking at her throat. He reached down with his free hand and stroked her clit through her panties, finding her wet already.

Draco slid down her body, taking her panties with him, and spread her knees. She started to sit up and he pushed her back down, lowering his mouth to her pussy.

Hermione’s body twitched as his tongue caressed her clit, and he clamped his hands down on her thighs to keep her still. She shrieked as an orgasm racked her, a powerful wave she hadn't felt since she'd been his prisoner of war.

He kissed his way up her stomach, pushing her dress up over her breasts. She arched against him, letting the aftershocks of the explosion ripple through her core.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth and positioned his cock at her entrance, and she let out a desperate moan. He sunk himself into her in one hard thrust and when she cried out in pleasure, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Draco covered her body with his own, rhythmically pumping into her, and lowered his mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and reveled in the taste of him, the feel of his cock deep inside her, the wholeness of her body, their magic intertwining in sync with their passion.

Hermione massaged his tongue with her own, drinking in the heady feel of his essence. Their frantic thrusts quickly slowed into deliberate and deep rocking as they kissed, making her skin sing with euphoria.

She felt a powerful heat boiling in her belly and mewled into his throat, wrapping her legs around his hips. He whimpered against her lips and before he even realized it was going to happen, he was coming. She plummeted off of the edge with him, clutching at each other as they flew.

He collapsed onto her, face buried in her neck, and she stroked his hair. Breaths ragged, they lay in the firelight, neither wanting to pull away from the other.

Hermione felt whole. She had been searching for degradation, thinking she'd needed to recreate the peril she'd been in at Draco’s hands. But it had been just Draco himself that she’d needed.

He shifted atop her, sliding out of her gently, and leaned up on his elbow. Her eyes were brimming with tears when she looked up at him, and he frowned.

“I'm so sorry, Granger.” He whispered, hand shaking as he pushed her hair back from her forehead.

“Don't be.” Her voice cracked. “You just saved me.”