Chapter Seven

Ron’s throat tightened as he took her in—every curve, every freckle, every place he had touched before but never like this, never with Harry’s scent still clinging to the sheets beneath them. His palm smoothed up her thigh, possessive, reverent, before gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

Ron positioned himself between her thighs, his cock throbbing as he pressed the head against her entrance. A ragged breath escaped him as he pushed forward, the tight, wet heat of her making his vision swim. She yielded to him inch by inch, her body pliant in frozen time, her warmth enveloping him in a way that made his pulse roar in his ears. When he was fully sheathed inside her, he paused, trembling, sweat beading along his temples.

Her stillness was maddening. He wanted—needed—her to react, to gasp, to arch against him. But the watch kept her locked in perfect suspension, her breath caught mid-inhale, her fingers curled slightly against the sheets. The only movement was the faint flutter of her pulse beneath his lips as he kissed her throat, the only sound the slick, obscene noise of his hips pulling back before driving into her again.

He set a brutal pace, his grip on her hips tight enough to leave marks. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine, every drag of her walls around him making his control fray. His teeth grazed her collarbone, marking her in ways she would never remember, never feel. The thought sent a dark thrill through him—she was his like this, completely and utterly, even if only for these stolen moments.

His hand slid between them, fingers finding her clit with practiced ease.

His fingers circled her clit with rough, **** strokes, matching the punishing rhythm of his hips. The pad of his thumb pressed hard against the swollen bud, relishing the way her body clenched around him in reflexive response—even frozen, she couldn’t fully resist the pleasure he **** upon her. A groan tore from his throat as he felt her inner muscles flutter, the phantom of an orgasm she couldn’t consciously experience tightening around his cock like a vice.

Ron’s breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, his forehead pressing against her shoulder as he fucked her deeper, harder, the bedframe creaking under the **** of his thrusts. The scent of her—warm skin, the faint floral hint of her shampoo, the musk of her arousal—filled his lungs, intoxicating. He dragged his tongue along the column of her throat, tasting salt and the ghost of her perfume, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh just enough to leave a mark that would fade before time resumed.

His free hand slid up her torso, groping her breast roughly, pinching her nipple between his fingers until it pebbled under his touch. The contrast of her stillness against his frenzied movements sent a sick thrill through him—she was utterly at his mercy, a doll for him to use, to ruin.

His hips stuttered as the thought crossed his mind—how Lavender always whined about the angle, how she'd squirm away when he got too rough, how her perfume smelled cloying compared to Hermione's natural scent. Here, buried inside Hermione's perfect heat, he didn't have to hear complaints or pretend. She took him exactly as he was, her body molding to his like they were made for each other.

A particularly deep thrust made his toes curl, his balls tightening. He could feel his climax coiling low in his gut, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to let it end so soon. Instead, he slowed his pace, dragging himself almost all the way out before sinking back in with a filthy, wet sound. His thumb kept working her clit in rough circles, as if he could **** pleasure into her frozen form.

Her breast filled his palm as he squeezed, the nipple stiff between his fingers. He bent to take it into his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise—one that would vanish when time resumed, like none of this ever happened. The taste of her skin, the way her body yielded to every touch, it was better than anything Lavender had ever given him. His wife was all loud demands and pouting lips, but Hermione… Hermione was perfect. Silent. His.

The bed creaked under their combined weight as he adjusted his grip, hauling her hips up to meet his thrusts.

Ron’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of Hermione’s hips as his thrusts grew erratic, his control unraveling. The friction was unbearable now, every drag of her slick walls around him sending sparks up his spine. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, his forehead pressed against her shoulder as he fought to hold on just a little longer—but the tight heat of her was too much, the forbidden thrill of taking what wasn’t his too intoxicating.

His hips jerked forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his release tore through him with a **** that left him shuddering. A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, muffled against her skin as he spilled inside her, his fingers tightening possessively on her body as if he could brand her with his touch. The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming, waves of it crashing over him as he pulsed within her, his cock twitching with each hot, **** spurt.

For a moment, he stayed like that, panting, his body draped over hers, his face buried in the crook of her neck. The scent of her hair—honey and parchment—filled his lungs, and he inhaled deeply, committing it to memory.

Ron lingered inside her, still throbbing with the aftershocks of his climax, his breath hot against her neck. He didn’t pull out yet—couldn’t bring himself to. Instead, he pressed lazy, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, his tongue tracing the delicate dip between her bones. She didn’t stir, didn’t gasp, didn’t arch into his touch—just lay there, pliant and perfect beneath him.

His lips trailed higher, grazing the column of her throat, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin just below her jaw. He knew he shouldn’t leave marks—they’d vanish anyway—but the urge to claim her, even in this stolen moment, was too strong. His teeth scraped over her pulse point, and he sucked hard, imagining the bruise blooming beneath his mouth before it would inevitably disappear.

Her breasts were still bare, flushed and tempting, and he couldn’t resist dragging his tongue over one stiffened nipple, circling it slowly before sealing his lips around it. He sucked, hard, relishing the way it pebbled even tighter under his attention. His fingers plucked at the other, pinching and rolling until her chest was a canvas of his hunger—every touch a secret only he would ever know.

Ron’s hand slid down Hermione’s stomach, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of her hip as he finally pulled out of her with a slow, **** sigh. The sight of his release glistening between her thighs sent another jolt of twisted satisfaction through him—proof, however fleeting, that she’d been his. He dragged his thumb through the mess, smearing it against her skin before pushing two fingers back inside her, reveling in the way her body clung to him even in stillness. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with desire, "still so tight."

Ron’s fingers lingered between her thighs, still working her with slow, deliberate strokes, when he felt himself hardening again—faster than he’d expected, the heat of her and the forbidden thrill of it all dragging him back under. His cock twitched against her hip, already stiffening, already aching to be inside her again.

With a rough exhale, he hooked his hands under her knees, lifting her legs up and draping them over his shoulders, spreading her wider. The shift in angle made her body open for him even more, her flushed, swollen folds glistening with his own release. His throat went dry at the sight—her like this, utterly exposed, utterly his, even if just for these stolen moments.

He didn’t wait.

With one hand guiding himself, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her entrance, rubbing it through her slickness before pushing in with a single, deep thrust. A groan tore from his lips as her body stretched around him, still so tight, still so warm, even after he’d already taken her.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he bottomed out.

Author's Notes:
Sorry this is a day late, we had some real life issues last week and I've been playing catch up online the last two days, new chapter next Monday as usual.