Chapter Twenty

Hermione's pussy twitched around Ron's thick length at the pleasant thought—a slick, involuntary flutter that made his breath catch. His thrusts stuttered, the swollen head of his cock dragging deliciously against her inner walls as he buried himself deeper with a choked groan.

"Fuck, 'Mione," Ron gritted out, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles now, savoring the way her body clung to him. His fingers tightened on her breast, thumb brushing perilously close to her nipple before he remembered himself and dragged his touch lower, palming the soft swell instead.

"Ron, stop for a second," Hermione breathed, twisting in his arms until she faced him. The movement made him slip halfway out of her, drawing a hiss from them both. Moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on Ron's furrowed brow as he stilled instantly, his hands hovering over her hips.

"What's wrong?" he rasped, pupils blown wide with arousal. His cock throbbed where it was still nestled inside her, twitching as her inner muscles fluttered around him.

Hermione bit her lip, fingers tracing the coarse hair on his chest. "I just—" Her breath hitched as he flexed unconsciously, the thick ridge of him nudging deeper.

"—do you think we should make Rose a sibling?" Hermione whispered, her thighs tensing around his hips.

Ron's breath stuttered, his cock twitching inside her as if responding before his mind could. A bead of sweat slid down his temple as his grip tightened on her waist, fingers pressing into the soft give of her skin. His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out the distant crash of waves.

"Fuck," he choked out, hips jerking involuntarily. The head of his cock nudged deep, stretching her in that perfect, maddening way that made her toes curl. His thumb found the crease of her thigh, rubbing shaky circles there. "You—you mean now?"

Hermione's voice trembled as she met Ron's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mix of longing and vulnerability. "I don't want Rose to grow up alone," she whispered, her fingers tracing the contours of Ron's face. "If something happens to us, she should have someone to grow up with, someone to share this life with." The weight of her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears and desires.

Ron's breath caught, his chest rising sharply as he processed her words. His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as if to anchor her to him.

Ron's breath hitched, his grip tightening on her hips as he searched her face. "Is that the only reason?" His voice was rough with want, but beneath it, something **** flickered—a hint of disappointment that made her stomach twist.

She knew what he was really asking. Do you want this just for Rose—or for us?

Hermione arched against him, her inner walls fluttering around his thick length as she dragged her nails down his sweat-slicked chest.

"No," Hermione admitted, breathless, her fingers tightening in Ron's hair as she pressed her forehead to his. "Having Rose gave us a bigger love for life—I want to keep feeling that." Her hips rocked against him, drawing a ragged groan from his throat as her slick walls clenched around his cock. "I want our little paradise to become our family's paradise."

Ron's breath came in short, sharp bursts, his pupils blown wide as he stared at her. His hands trembled where they gripped her hips, his cock twitching inside her in helpless response.

"I want to see Rose playing in the sand with her siblings," Hermione whispered, arching into him as he throbbed within her.

Ron’s breath shuddered against her lips, his hips rolling instinctively as her words sent a fresh wave of heat through him. "Fuck, Hermione," he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he pulled her flush against him. The thick length of him pulsed inside her, stretching her deliciously as she arched to meet his slow, deep thrust.

Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath catch. "I want to watch you cuddle them," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Watch you teach them to climb trees, to fish—" Her words dissolved into a gasp as Ron’s cock twitched, his thrusts growing uneven.

Ron’s breath came in ragged bursts as Hermione’s words sent fire through his veins. His cock twitched inside her, pulsing with every **** beat of his heart.

"I want to raise a bigger family with you, Ron."

Her voice was barely a whisper, but it hit him like a storm. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers pressing into her soft flesh as he fought the urge to slam into her—hard, deep, claiming.

Ron's restraint shattered. With a growl, he rolled Hermione onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head as his hips pistoned into her with rough, possessive strokes. The slap of skin against skin filled their hut, mingling with Hermione's breathless whimpers as his thick cock stretched her impossibly wider with each thrust.

"Then let's make another baby," Ron rasped against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin where her pulse fluttered wildly. His free hand slid between their sweat-slicked bodies, calloused fingers finding her swollen clit in practiced circles. "Right fucking now."

Hermione cried out as Ron’s fingers circled her clit faster, her back arching off the bed of woven palm fronds. His thrusts grew harder, deeper—each snap of his hips hitting that sweet spot inside her with brutal precision. She could feel the way his cock swelled impossibly thicker, the veins along his length pulsing against her inner walls as he neared his release.

"Ron—please," she gasped, her thighs trembling around his waist as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. His teeth grazed her collarbone, possessive and rough, before he sealed his mouth over hers in a searing kiss.

The moment Ron’s tongue tangled with hers, Hermione’s world narrowed to the heat of his body, the slick friction of his cock driving into her, the rough pad of his thumb circling her clit just hard enough to make her whimper. She arched beneath him, her nails scoring his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter, her thighs trembling around his hips.

Ron growled against her mouth, his thrusts turning erratic—deep, possessive strokes that made her inner walls flutter around him. His fingers dug into her wrists, pinning her harder to the bed as his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt with a ragged groan.

“Gonna fill you up,” he panted, his voice raw with need.

"Then do it," Hermione gasped, arching her hips to take him deeper, her nails biting into his shoulders. "Breed me like you mean it, Ron—put another baby in me." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper against his lips. "Show me how much you want this."

Ron’s hips snapped forward with a rough groan, his thick cock plunging deep as Hermione’s plea sent fire through his veins. His fingers tightened around her wrists, pinning her harder against the woven palm fronds as his other hand slid possessively down her sweat-slicked thigh, hiking her leg higher around his waist.

"Fuck—yes," he growled, his breath hot against her neck as his thrusts turned relentless—each one grinding his swollen tip against that spot inside her that made her gasp. Hermione’s nails raked down his back, her body arching to take him deeper, her walls fluttering around his length as pleasure coiled tighter, hotter.

Ron’s cock throbbed inside her, his thick length stretching Hermione’s walls as his hips pistoned with rough, **** strokes. His breath came in ragged bursts against her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point as he fought to hold back just a little longer—to feel her come undone around him first.

Hermione’s thighs trembled, her toes curling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, each snap of Ron’s hips dragging his swollen tip against that sweet, deep spot that made her gasp.

Ron’s thrusts grew rougher, his breath hot against her throat as his cock twitched inside her—so close. Hermione’s eyes flickered toward the crib where Rose slept, her tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. I promise you’ll never be alone, Rose, she thought fiercely, her fingers tightening in Ron’s hair as he buried his face between her breasts with a groan.

His hips stuttered, his rhythm breaking as pleasure overtook him. “Hermione—fuck—” His voice was raw, his grip bruising on her hips as he slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing deep as he spilled inside her with a shuddering groan.

Hermione gasped as Ron’s hot release flooded her, his cock twitching deep inside her with each thick pulse. She clenched around him instinctively, milking every last drop as his hips jerked against hers in helpless little thrusts. His breath was ragged against her neck, his body trembling with the **** of his climax.

She could feel him—really feel him—the way his thick length stretched her so perfectly, the way his seed spilled hot and heavy inside her, as if he was determined to leave no inch of her untouched. A breathy moan escaped her lips as she arched against him, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Ron’s body shuddered against hers, his softening cock still twitching inside her as the last pulses of his release spilled deep. His breath was hot and ragged against her collarbone, his fingers trembling where they still gripped her hips. Hermione whimpered as he shifted slightly, the movement sending aftershocks of pleasure through her oversensitive walls.

His lips found hers again—slow, possessive kisses that tasted of salt and shared breath. She could feel his heartbeat thundering against her chest, his sweat-slicked skin sticking to hers as his hand slid up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her peaked nipple.

His lips lingered against hers as he pulled back just enough to whisper, "I love you," his voice rough with emotion. Happiness was plastered across his flushed face, his freckled skin glowing in the dim firelight. Hermione’s breath hitched as his thumb circled her nipple again, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her oversensitive body.

Hermione’s breath still came in shallow, satisfied gasps as she took in the moment—the warmth of Ron’s body pressed against hers, the familiar weight of him still nestled deep inside her. His eyes, blue and bright even in the dim firelight, held hers with such tenderness it made her chest ache. She traced the curve of his freckled cheek with her fingertips, committing every detail to memory—the way his lashes fluttered when he blinked, the way his lips quirked into that lopsided smile she’d loved since they were children.

Beyond them, the woven walls of their villa stood sturdy and familiar, the scent of salt and tropical blooms drifting through the open windows.

Ron’s breath still came in ragged bursts against her skin as he lifted his head, his gaze flickering toward the crib where their daughter slept. Rose’s tiny fingers curled against the soft blanket, her chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, oblivious to the heat still thrumming between her parents.

Hermione’s heart swelled as she followed his gaze, her lips curving into a tender smile. Despite everything—the guilt, the fractured life she’d left behind—this moment, this love, was undeniable. She turned back to Ron, her fingers tracing the sweat-dampened line of his jaw.

“I love you too,”

Author's Notes:
Okay technically this is the last full chapter as we only have the epilogue left to go, I've decided that from now on I'll be posting epilogue files midweek (probably Thursdays), this means next Monday should be the first chapter of my next story.