"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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Hermione's whole body completely went still after hearing his words. Hermione's little bit of sanity evaporated in the heat their bodies produced.
Her position not helping her, feeling captivated in his gaze she stared at his dark grey orbs which were filled with love and desire. She moved her dark blue orbs from his left to right eye, searching for some other glint....
Lust maybe.
Or maybe dishonesty to know what he is doing is not for his lust.
Nedvar was observing her each and every expression, the way her breathing is uneven, she is inhaling from her nose and exhaling from her mouth, anyone who would see her now would think she ran a marathon, but only if they know that this little minx is having uneven breath by just having a kiss.
Nedvar admired her red cheeks, which looked luscious and he wanted to so badly bite them, her eyes dilated with desire giving his inner beast a certain kind of satisfaction, her lips slightly parted, swollen and bright pink and moistened by the shared kiss.
Nedvar leaned his head to her, while she was lost in his eyes, he chuckled dangerously near her ear making her tilt her head back at the husky deep sound resonating from his throat and how his hard chest vibrated under palms.
Nedvar was sitting with his legs folded back while Hermione was kneeling with each knee on the either side of his knee, she lost control which in result made her collapse on his thighs.
Nedvar groaned at feeling of the softness of her buttocks, though the clothes were there but still the softness could not be neglected.
"Mia, I want to touch your raw skin," Nedvar grunted through his gritted teeth while he rested his chin on her shoulder while every time he spoke the air hit her neck making her feel the burn on her skin.
Hermione giggled which made Nedvar snap his head to her face.
Wasn't she the one who was completely lost in the spell?
"I will give it to you once the 'want'turnsto need," Hermione stated while she trailed his jaw with her middle finger...
"If that's what you want, then-" Nedvar's voice was cut off from a knock on the door.
"Whose there!!?" Nedvar growled, and in reply he was met with Hermione's giggle.
