Fatal Attraction | D.M. (Soft Rewrite)

Chapter Thirty-Five - On Edge

Draco cursed under his breath, drawing back from the kiss, so only their foreheads were pressed together. Opening his eyes he caught the mischievous humour in her gaze. Nestled together on the grounds; completely exposed to the elements. He indulged his desires by grabbing her face and pulling her in for more. He wasn't ready to return to the common room.

Feeling the rumble of thunder didn't stop them, nor the whip of bright lightning overhead. The atmosphere was torn open. The rain pour was unforgiving, pelting their bodies. Yet neither of them saw this sudden change in weather as a reason to leave.

Without breaking contact with her lips, Draco blindly reached for her hood, and pulled it over her head. The standard school robes were thickly woven and charmed to repel the rain. As long as they were covered, they wouldn't get soaked.

Tucking in loose strands of her hair; he took both sides of the robe and fastened the clasp at her neckline. Before repeating the process on himself.

They could now comfortably stay beneath this make-shift sanctuary. With robes long enough to drape over her legs and his lap.

Deepening the kiss with his tongue, he slipped under the fabric. Fixing his hands on her hips, he adjusted her position on his lap. Shamelessly pulling her closer, so there was no space between their chests for the rain to fall through.

His large hands spread down her rear, squeezing her curves. His fingertips tracing the end of her tight skirt, stretched to its limit. He couldn't resist freeing her from the taught material, slowly peeling it up her legs. Her bare thighs now straddling his lap.

He groaned into their kiss, feeling her soft skin. Biting down on her bottom lip, when he mistakenly thought she wasn't wearing any underwear. Since the lacy pair she wore offered almost no coverage, he didn't discover them until his hands slipped closer to the middle of her cheeks. Fuck – I don't know how I'd cope if she stopped wearing underwear...

Kneading her curves, he started dragging her over his bulging erection. Rocking her back and forth, to ease some tension. He was desperate for her handling. But he knew if she started touching his cock, there would be no going back, and he'd start fucking her in the rain. And he couldn't let that happen. She deserved more than a bed of damp grass. Let alone the possibility of someone finding them on their way to the boathouse – which always had a few nocturnal visitors.

Feeling her gasp in shock, like she still didn't believe how big he was – as though she hadn't been fucked by him before – was music to his ears. He knew he would never tire of her reactions. All her shy responses were genuine. None of her moans and whines were to flatter his ego.

He pushed into the motion of her hips, feeling the tempo of her breathing quicken. Her hands snaking through the gap in his robes, to steady herself. Her tongue lapping playfully against his, until the pleasurable friction got too much for her. And she started whining into their open-mouthed kiss, her concentration fixed on rubbing against the imprint of his cock, rather than what her lips or tongue were supposed to be doing.

Draco was desperate for release, his resolve wavering. He knew they wouldn't reach the room of requirement in time. Nor was staying put an option. So, he had to make his move.

'Phi?'

'Mmm.' Not taking the hint, she started angling to kiss his neck, rather than listen.

'Look at me.'

Her eyes locked on him immediately, her face tilted back. Obediently keeping silent, she waited for him to explain himself.

'It's raining...'

'No shit, sherlock,' she mocked. 

'Sherlock?' Draco frowned in confusion.