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The fire roared inside him, uncontrollable.
His dark eyes were even blacker, emerging in the desire that consumed him completely. That screamed for freedom.
Lust and power ran rampant through his bloodstream.
He was overflowing with them.
His hands slid down her soft thighs until they found the bar of her thin lace panties. The color was the same color he thought he hated; red. However, when the red was on her, Tom could almost stand it better. The warmth of her skin reflected the temperature of his own. The fickle rhythm of her breathing and the moist, eager lips were like a mirror. Tom could see her; moaning and aroused. And he knew that if he wasn't so impeccably controlled he would be exactly the same way.
His cock twitched inside his pants at the sight of the girl, lying on his sheets, her brown skin contrasting with the black satin, her warm irises emphasizing the anxiety and need that rippled the small body.
"Do you like that?" the husky tone of his voice gave away far more than he would have liked when he asked. But at that point, Tom could no longer - and would not want to - camouflage what was screaming inside him.
He wanted her. And he would have her.
Hermione Granger would crumble beneath him.
"Yes," she replied. With a quick nod of her head and an indistinct sound produced from her throat.
Tom smiled, his finger sinking into the warm, wet folds of her pussy. The smell of her body and her arousal enveloped him completely, the moans she emitted with the invasion were delicious and satisfying, and in that moment, when he was fucking her with his fingers, he could forget about the dirty blood that watered her veins.
It didn't matter, really.
Tom still hated bad bloods with his soul - or what was left of it - and he would always despise his muggle father as the nothing that he was. Just a damned troll who had fated his existence to failure. But Granger, she was different.
Hermione possessed everything he cherished, that he sought to hitch to himself. Her intelligence, her loyalty and her uniqueness turned her blood into just a detail that he could handle with ease, or with a little more effort. He knew he could achieve glory if she was by his side. Hermione was too good for her own good and he being what he was, he couldn't let her pass through his life without claiming her for himself.
He took his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them. Her taste was a rare spice and if things weren't so desperate in his pants Tom would lean over her and suck every drop of her arousal. However, he would leave the offerings for another time. He needed to feel her now.
"Spread your legs," he ordered. It was not his place to order, and he knew Hermione would appreciate his imperativeness much more as well. One more detail for her to make herself so much his.
Obediently, Hermione spread her legs apart, leaving herself completely free for him. The underwear she wore hid nothing, only urged him on to her.
Tom quickly undid his pants, his slender body launching itself onto her body without a second thought.
He had been preparing for months for this moment.
He rolled himself between her, finally leaving little kisses along the length of her dark skin until he reached her nipple, setting it on fire and taking it in his mouth, sucking, eliciting more moans from Hermione, who was writhing beneath him. Enraptured. Mad. Completely surrendered.
As he played with her breasts, and delighted in the sounds that escaped her smart little mouth, Tom finally slid inside her. His cock being housed by the warm, welcoming interior of the girl who had once been sent to destroy him, and he howled her name as an absolution.
Granger was as perfect as he had hoped she would be.
Soon they became a tangle of legs. Arms. Movements. Groans. All happening at once. Their bodies slid, their hips bumped, and she moaned his name as he cursed hers. Looking into Hermione's amber eyes, Tom could see himself reflected. His madness. His desires... Possessing her was the initial step in winning the great battle to come.
He slid one of his hands to her sensitive spot, whispering obscene words in her ear as their bodies succumbed to the insane rhythm of this raw pleasure.
The apex came like an explosion, making him squeeze her hard, marking her forever. And Tom felt her swaying beneath him, as he had thought she would.
When he slid to the side, and pulled her with him, he knew.
The time had come.
She was finally his. Made especially for him. She was his crown. The missing weapon that he needed to have it all. With her in hand, he could rule the world. And he would. After all, he was a champion.