CH 57: No Name [18]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

I didn't even bother putting my penis back in my pants, choosing to start speaking instead. "So, I think we were talking about the prison camps," I murmured in a casual manner, picking up from where our discussion had been left-off. And just like that, astonishment had been added to her face, reminding her status as a spy for the forces of light. "One of the biggest camps are located in…"

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But even as I moved through the explanation about Dark Lord's power logistics, most of my attention was on her body and her reactions. Her body, because she looked spectacular, wearing nothing but a miniskirt, fishnets, and heeled shoes, her otherwise naked body marred with my attention, capped with a gentle mix of our bodily fluid, dribbling down from between her legs… All around, the view was delicious enough that a certain part of my body was working overtime to come back to life.

I was two minutes into the discussion about the spread of the various prison camps over the country when Hermione managed to break through her haze, enough to right herself on the table, her legs crossed, her arms around her chest in an attempt to hide her breasts, which was a bit late as far as her modesty was concerned.

Despite her expression, charged with anger, it took another few minutes to gather enough presence of mind to speak. "Stop," she whispered, her voice coming out more vulnerable than she was planning if her follow-up expression was any indicator.

"Was I not clear enough about the locations," I countered casually. "I was hoping that you will be able to keep all of it in mind. I can draw a map as well, but that seems like an unnecessary risk.

A witch with your smarts should be able to handle it-" I said, playing misunderstanding angle about her reflex until she managed to cut me off.

"It's not that," she murmured with a hint of outrage. I had an amused expectation that her outrage was more about questioning her memorization capability than anything else. After a deep breath, she continued with a freshly sparked outrage. "We need to talk about what you have just done!"

"What about it?" I said in an exaggerated casualness.

"What about it!" she repeated, her anger tinged with shock. "How can you ask me that?"

"By opening my mouth, apparently," I said.

"You!" she spat. Fed with my casualness, her anger flared even more, enough to distract her from some peripheral details, like why her arms were wrapped around her chest. She pushed herself off the table and on her feet, her arms high with an angry gesture.

But my attention was on her breasts, freed from their temporary support, tumbling temptingly.

Tempting enough to make me adjust my plans. Initially, I had been planning to let her put a show of anger until the edge wore off, but I stoop up sharply instead.

With my face just an inch away from hers, her next words lay forgotten. "Me!" I answered her with a distorted echo.

I took a small step forward, and she took a larger one back. I took another, and this time, my desk, which had already been an excellent facilitator for our earlier activities, turned out to be helpful once more, and prevented her retreat.

Before she could escape sideways, I put my arms on both sides of her, cutting her escape. She could have forced her way away, but as I expected, she didn't even try it.

I leaned forward until I could feel her warmth over my skin, but avoided actual touch, choosing to hover a small distance away.

"You want to know why I did what I did? That why I took you on the same desk that you're leaning helplessly, something that would require only a push to repeat…" As I spoke, emotions danced on her face, fear, panic, desperation, and most importantly, arousal…

She shook her head helplessly, but at this point, I had no intention of stopping my explanation.

"I take the easy road and claim that it was just to protect my role as a spy, but that would be a lie," I said even as I slid my fingers through her bushy hair, but let my fingers hang limply. "The answer is simple. I wanted it. I wanted you."

"Why?" she said in the form of a fragile whisper, a touch away from crumbling, her earlier outrage evaporated completely. All it would take was one bad answer to make her shatter completely.

"It's simple," I said even as I leaned further, my lips close to hers as well, using a husky voice. "You're a beautiful, smart, determined, and passionate woman, and all together, these qualities make you downright sexy, an object of desire, one that I needed to stay away from because of the stupid role I had to play back in Hogwarts.

" I could feel the drivel I was spewing was working as intended, breaking her already damaged balance completely.

"Can you imagine my torture," I continued as I hardened my hold on her hair. Her mouth opened, but the gasp she let out was a gasp that wouldn't be amiss in an erotic movie.

"Sharing the same corridors with such a majestic beauty, only to stay away because of all that pureblood nonsense. Can you really blame me for taking the chance when I saw it?"

"No," she whispered. Hypnotized by my monologue, she didn't seem to be entirely in her right mind as she gave her answer, but I wasn't a gentleman, so I used the opportunity to close the remaining distance between our bodies.

I could see her mouth opening in alarm but my lips smashed against hers, preventing her from saying anything.

The kiss finally cut through the haze she had been under, but it was too late.

Her hands found my chest, but it wasn't surprising for her to lack the power to push me back. My tongue, ravaging her mouth mercilessly, was an excellent distraction excuse.

I put my hands on her chest as well, mirroring her latest action, though my intention was not to push her away. Instead, my fingers sank into her amazing globes once more, treating me with another portion of the amazing dessert I had already sampled.

She tried to say something, but in the situation we were sharing, it came out as a mangled mess.

In response, I squeezed her tits harder, converting it to a cry that I suppressed with my lips.

Happy with the impact, I pulled back from the kiss even as I squeezed her tits mercilessly once more, forcing a boundless cry off her lips.

This time, without a barrier to muffle, it echoed off the walls. "Somebody is enjoying herself," I said.