Love Bites (REPOST)

Chapter 34 ~ Confessions

"Hermione Granger," Severus said hoarsely, "are you ready to receive me as I am?"

"Always," Hermione breathed, her eyes glistening up at the wizard, dying for him to take her.

"Are you ready to continue to be my lover, even though I am returning to my rooms and my work?" he asked her, his black eyes glinting.

Hermione didn't answer him. Her eyes went a bit wetter.

Severus lowered himself on top of her body, letting her legs loose.

"Why aren't you answering me?" he asked her in a low voice, staring into her face intently.

"Things are going to be different, Severus. We won't see each other as much. Most likely we'll drift apart. I don't want to say we will continue, when I think we won't. Can't we just have tonight and take it day by day?" she asked him softly.

Severus' eyes went hard.

"No, we can't just have tonight. And I won't spend my time wondering if the next day will be the end of us. You have affected me deeply witch. I don't want to stop what we have. I don't care if we don't see each other for months at a time, I refuse to let this end…and you will NOT spend your time thinking I am going to just walk away from you. I'm not. You almost gave up your life for me. No one has ever done that. You feel more for me than you will admit…but you will admit it before this night is over, witch!" Severus seethed, raising himself back up on his arms, locking her legs under them again, then reaching down, and placing his cock against her entrance.

The Potions Master looked down at Hermione, then his black eyes drifted to his huge cock pressing against the entrance to her small body, looking much too large for the witch to take, but he knew better. She could and would take him.

Severus shuddered again, his eyes meeting hers soberly, black to amber. He felt his heart start to pound powerfully. This meant something to him. She meant something to him, much more than a convenient witch to fuck. He had been her first…and he was forced to admit to himself as he looked down at Hermione, he wanted to be her only. The witch had done what no one woman had managed to do. Got to him. But being a Slytherin, Severus wasn't about to throw his heart into the ring without knowing how she felt for him first. He wouldn't be able to take the rejection if he were wrong. If she loved him, he needed to know it, and needed to know it tonight. He stared down at Hermione, his heart full.

"I claim you, Hermione. Again." the wizard whispered, driving his swollen cock deep inside Hermione, stretching then ripping her hymen, causing the witch to scream and arch as he hit bottom.

Severus held himself there, buried in the pulse of Hermione's warmth and wetness, feeling whole, his face contorted with emotion as he looked down on the witch, who began to sob both from the pain of being deflowered and the emotions running through her as the wizard nestled himself deep inside her. His eyes seemed impossibly dark, darker than she ever remembered.

Severus partially pulled out of Hermione slowly, looking at the blood streaking his shaft, then slid back inside her, more gently this time, and lowered his body against hers, brushing her hair out of her face, watching her cry. He'd soon make her forget her tears.

"That hurt," he said to the witch softly.

Hermione nodded, blinking back her tears.

"I know you prefer I give you another kind of ache, don't you, witch?" he said, beginning to thrust slowly and soothingly into Hermione, who moaned at the feeling of his hardness filling her, parting her flesh over and over.

"Yessss," she sighed as Severus sped up, but still held back, waiting for the sting of her deflowerment to subside before he took her the way his desire dictated. He watched her reaction to him closely, her hips beginning to thrust, meeting him in a delicious counterpoint. He began to increase his depth and his strength, Hermione's voice reflecting the change in his possession.

Severus halted, and once again raised up, reaching back and pulling her legs up, trapping them under his arms and raising himself on his hands. Then he started fucking the witch powerfully, ramming his cock deep inside her, feeling her resistance give as she shrieked, her hands yanking her restraints. If she weren't bound, she would be marking him now.

Severus held himself over Hermione, grunting in pleasure as he took her, his hips lifting and plunging, his pale buttocks clenching as he penetrated her over and over, jerking her body, immersing his cock into her sweet snatch repeatedly, driving her upward toward the headboard, the pillows bunching under her shoulders, allowing her some give in the restraints as she cried out his name, lost to the strength of his claiming of her body.

Severus followed the shrieking witch up until she could slide no farther, the pillows pressed to the headboard and the witch propped against them. Severus rose to his knees, adjusted her ass and grasped the headboard. Hermione was nearly folded in half as the wizard began to slam into her, his loins slapping against her, stinging her…not that she noticed that sting over the ache of his cock driving against her cervix so powerfully. The witch convulsed and screamed as she orgasmed, Severus hissing as she clamped down on his cock, bathing him in her release.

He fucked her through it, then pulled out of her, still rock hard and dragged her down to the middle of the bed. Hermione was out of it and had no idea what the wizard was doing as he reversed his body, so he was facing the witch's feet, his legs straddling her body, his feet on either side of her head, sure that they were under her bound arms. It was an odd position, but Severus was large enough to pull it off.

He pressed his cock down and back, finding her wet entrance and sliding into Hermione who wailed at the deep angle as he penetrated her.

"Oh…oh…shit…shit," Hermione gasped as Severus drove into her hungrily, his luscious ache seeming to run from the bottom of her curling feet to the top of her thrashing head.

The witch had never felt anything like this. All she could see of the wizard was his muscular thighs, ass, back and shoulders flexing and straining as he pumped, covered in sweat as he worked his cock into her body. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she let out a stream of passionate, unintelligible words as another powerful orgasm washed over her like a huge wave of water, throwing her outward in a sea of bliss, covering her until she felt she was drowning in pleasure, gasping as if she were being smothered.

Severus turned again, kneeling, and grabbed one of the witch's legs, holding it against his shoulder, and plunging his cock into her slickness again, groaning, fucking her fast and hard, not letting up. He was nowhere near tired, her cries and her sweetness egging him on to take more and more of her. He stared down at her jerking body, her unfocused eyes, her slack mouth and bouncing breasts, and fucked her even harder, her juices squishing around him, her pussy sucking his shaft, which was shining with her release and lubrication.

"Oh my gods, Severus…Severus!" she called out to him brokenly.

"I'm here, witch…" he panted at her, driving into her hungrily, then falling forward on his hands, her leg still trapped against his shoulder as he held himself over her, still fucking her, loving her surrender, determined to get an admission out of her. He stared down at the jerking witch, his mouth slack, thrusting his hips harder to make her bounce more. She was all his now, mind, body and soul. He could see it in her eyes as he hit bottom over and over.

"How do you feel about me, Hermione?" he breathed down at her, slamming into her hard and holding himself against her, before roughly jerking forward and making her shriek.

"Tell me, witch. Why did you risk your life for me?" he gasped, stroking her hard again, making her body bounced off the mattress and back into his stroke. He stopped a moment so she could answer him.

"I was your doctor," Hermione gasped.

Severus scowled at her.

"Wrong answer," he breathed, then pummeled her good and hard with his cock for several minutes, grunting and hissing as she tightened around him, but easing up so she didn't come and arched against him hungrily…looking for that release, but not receiving it.

"Severus…please," she groaned as the wizard stopped fucking her. She was right on the edge.

"Why did you risk your life for me, Hermione? Tell me the truth, witch," he demanded, almost withdrawing completely, Hermione going wild trying to get him back fully inside her.

"You don't want to hear it," she whispered.

Severus rammed his cock into the witch brutally, punctuating his words with deep, hard strokes.

"Don't…presume…to…know…what…I…want…to…hear!" he growled, then rotated his pelvis, winding his cock inside her body. "Now tell me, witch!"

Hermione mouth went wide in a silent cry as Severus' huge cock twisted inside her, and she couldn't answer the wizard. He seemed to realize he had just taken away her power of speech and ceased rotating his hips, smirking a bit. He waited a moment, then repeated his demand to know what she said he didn't want to know.

"I think…I think I love you, Severus," she said, her voice quavering and her eyes filling with tears. "You can't do what you do to me repeatedly and expect me not to feel something for you. I didn't mean for it to happen…"

Severus pressed into the witch, his chest tightening. He fought back the urge to start pummeling her again. Gods, he wanted to get closer to her. The Potions Master felt like he wanted to just climb inside her warmth and lay there, submerged in her. He held back.

"Tell me more, witch," he hissed, searching her face.

Tears leaked from the corners of Hermione's eyes.

"Severus…I'm not like the other witches you've had. I…I can't just feel like this is a casual pleasure. You can't take my body without my heart being involved. I've tried to feel like this was just intimate fun, like it is for you…but it's not. That's why I think it would be better that we separate. You're not a wizard given to love…you'll end up breaking my heart. I think it's already breaking now that you're cured. So finish fucking me, Severus. Finish and just…just let me go back to my life," she said softly. "I'm not sorry that we had this…but I know when to back off. It's time to back off."

Severus looked down at the witch. She had risked everything for him, given everything for him. Her virginity, her intellect, and nearly her life. She accepted him as he was…made no demands, and let him fuck her like he owned her. And it was because she loved him.

Severus shifted sideways, but didn't withdraw from her. He reached for the wand on the nightstand, and after a couple of tries got his hands on it. He released her wrists, then set it back on the nightstand. He shifted back on top of her.

"You're not like other witches I've had, Hermione. Not one of them cared about me, only what I could do for them sexually. And I enjoyed that freedom…until you. I have no intentions on separating from you witch. I can feel you, your emotion, your heart when I take you, when I'm buried deep inside you and you scream my name. I can feel you witch. Not just the warmth of your body, the pleasure of your sex…but you, Hermione."

The witch blinked up at him, listening to his words…her eyes still sad, but growing more hopeful.

"I know what you've given me is something that no one else has ever experienced…and I am a possessive wizard. You gave me your virginity because of your compassion, although I knew you were attracted to me. Emotionally, you weren't ready to be taken, but still you made the sacrifice, you took the proverbial plunge."

Severus took a deep breath. He had never been in the situation he was in now, having to spill what was in his heart before. But the wizard didn't want Hermione to turn away from him. He had to open up.

"Hermione, you are mine now. I don't want any other man to do what I do to you…to feel your sweetness wrapped around him, or to see you when you are in the throes of orgasm, or to feel you gush over him. That is my private pleasure, Hermione and mine alone. You are no ordinary witch, woman. You are brilliant, compassionate and selfless. Your heart is open again and big enough to take in the whole world. Yet you tell me I have a special place in it. No one has ever had a place like that for me, and I would not give up that pure, near-holy chamber for all the witches in the world. You satisfy me on so many levels, in so many ways. I will not separate from you, Hermione Granger. I will not reject your love. It can be nothing else but real. Nothing else but true."

Hermione looked up at him.

"But you don't love me," she whispered.

Severus looked down at her, his black eyes glinting, his stomach tightening as the three words rose in his throat. He couldn't quite get them out as much as he wanted to. He had avoided those words for so long…getting them out was going to take time. So Severus said something else that meant just as much.

"But I do," he said softly, "Now hold me, witch. Hold me like you will never let me go."

Hermione let out a sob and wrapped her arms around the Potions Master's neck, drawing him close and kissing his face passionately. He allowed it for a few moments, his heart swelling, before locking his mouth to the witch's and thrusting into her again, feeling every part of her responding, clinging, wrapping about him, her body rippling beneath his, her emotion washing over him as she cried out into his mouth. The Potions Master poured on the power, willing her to feel the strength of his commitment.

As far as Severus Snape was concerned, Hermione Granger would never be alone again.

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A/N: Sorry about the length of time it took to post this. This day sucked. I hope the lemons didn't. Please review.