Chapter Fifthteen

His teeth grazed her collarbone as his hands worked frantically between them, fumbling with the laces of his trousers. The moment they loosened, his cock sprang free—hot and heavy against her bare stomach, the flushed tip already glistening. Hermione gasped at the sheer size of him, her thighs trembling as he rocked forward, the thick length dragging through her slick folds.

Ron's lips were a trail of fire along her neck, his breath hot and ragged as he whispered her name over and over, each syllable a testament to the years of longing he'd kept bottled up. His hands were everywhere, rough and insistent, as if he feared she might vanish if he didn't claim every inch of her. The way he sucked her nipple into his mouth made her arch off the mattress, a sharp cry tearing from her throat that he swallowed with a kiss that left her breathless. "So beautiful," he growled, his voice low and guttural, "so bloody perfect."

His fingers tangled in her hair as he angled her head back, his mouth claiming hers with a possessive groan. The weight of him pressed her deeper into the mattress, his thick cock sliding through her wetness in agonizing strokes that made her toes curl. "Ron—please—" she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet him, the blunt head catching at her entrance with each thrust.

“Merlin—fuck—” he panted, forehead dropping to hers, his entire body trembling with restraint. The sheer girth of him burned, her walls fluttering around the intrusion, her nails biting into his shoulders as she struggled to adjust.

His restraint shattered with a guttural groan, hips pistoning in brutal, **** thrusts that rocked the mattress against the villa’s bamboo floor. A decade of pent-up hunger tore through him—every snap of his pelvis carving her open on his monstrous length, the slap of sweat-slick skin echoing off the walls.

“Mine—fuck—mine—” Ron snarled between ragged breaths, fingers biting into the meat of her thighs as he yanked her harder onto him. The obscene stretch burned, her walls fluttering in protest before yielding, molten heat swallowing him to the hilt with every plunge.

Hermione’s back arched off the mattress as Ron hammered into her, each savage thrust making her full breasts bounce violently, the slick slap of flesh on flesh drowning out her choked cries. His name tore from her lips in a broken moan as her nipples grazed his sweat-slick chest, the sharp jolt of pleasure-pain making her clench around him.

Ron snarled at the sudden tightness, his hips stuttering before he gripped her waist hard enough to bruise, dragging her down to meet every punishing drive of his cock. “Perfect,” he rasped, his voice raw with need.

His grip on her thighs tightened as he drove into her with a growl, the thick stretch of him carving her open in a way that made her gasp. Hermione’s legs locked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as she arched beneath him, her body trembling with the **** of each thrust. The headboard rattled against the bamboo wall, the rhythm of their coupling frantic, ****—like they were trying to erase every year of separation in a single night.

Ron’s mouth found hers again, swallowing her whimpers as his cock dragged against that sweet, hidden spot inside her.

Hermione’s nails raked down Ron’s sweat-slick back as he swallowed her moans, his thick cock hitting that deep, tender spot with every brutal thrust. Her breasts bounced with each snap of his hips, nipples pebbled tight from the rough drag of his chest against them. Ron’s teeth scraped her collarbone before he sucked a bruise into her skin, his breath ragged against her damp flesh.

“Fuck—Hermione—” His voice was wrecked, hips stuttering as her walls clenched around him, fluttering like she was already teetering on the edge.

His teeth caught her nipple in a sharp, possessive bite, sending electric shocks of pleasure-pain radiating through her body. Hermione cried out, back arching off the mattress as her fingers twisted in his hair. "Ron—oh god—!"

Ron growled against her breast, his large hand sliding between their sweat-slick bodies to press firmly against her lower stomach, forcing her walls to squeeze around his thick cock in rhythmic pulses. The pressure was overwhelming—every inch of him stretched her to the limit, his girth throbbing inside her as her body clenched in helpless response.

"Fuck, that's it," he rasped, hips snapping forward in short, brutal thrusts that made her toes curl.

The moment his fingers found her clit, Hermione shattered. A ragged scream tore from her throat as her walls convulsed around him, her thighs clamping around his hips like a vise. Ron cursed through gritted teeth, his thrusts turning erratic as her climax milked him mercilessly.

His hips jerked once, twice—then stilled as he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. Heat pulsed inside her as Ron’s cock twitched, his release flooding her in thick, claiming spurts. Hermione whimpered at the sensation, her oversensitive walls fluttering around him as his spend dripped between her thighs.

Ron shuddered as the last pulses of his release spilled into her, his thick cock twitching in helpless little jerks against her clenching walls. A groan rumbled deep in his chest—half pleasure, half awe—as he collapsed atop her, his sweat-slick skin sticking to hers. The weight of him pinned her deliciously into the mattress, his ragged breaths hot against her neck.

Heaven.

The word burned through his hazy thoughts as he nuzzled into the damp curls at her temple. Every shallow thrust of his hips, even now, milked another broken sigh from her lips.

Ron pulled his head away, his damp forehead brushing hers as he gazed directly into her blown pupils. His calloused thumb traced her swollen bottom lip, his breath hitching as she flicked her tongue against the pad. "I love you," he rasped, the words rough as sand against her skin. His still-hard cock twitched inside her, drawing a whimper from Hermione’s kiss-bruised mouth.

She froze—her fingers still tangled in his hair, her thighs still clamped around his hips—as his confession settled between them like the island’s humid air. The firelight flickered across his freckled shoulders, highlighting the tension in his jaw.

Ron didn’t blink.

Hermione’s breath hitched—her lips parted, trembling against the rough pad of his thumb. The weight of his words pressed into her skin, heavier than the sweat-slick heat of his body still pinning her down. His cock twitched again inside her, half-hard and impossibly warm, reminding her with every shallow pulse just how deep he’d claimed her.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, nails scraping his scalp as she dragged him down until their foreheads touched. The firelight painted gold across his lashes, his freckles, the **** hunger in his blue eyes. She could taste his breath—salt and heat and something dangerously close to forever.

“Ron,” she whispered, her voice raw.