𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑 || 𝐋.𝐌 ✓

➢Chapter 15- Truelove and Sweethearts

"No wonder the girls want you to call them back," Y/n said half to herself as she lay on the bed. Realizing Lucius heard her, and that her comment was as nakedly honest as she was, she attempted to cover by adding, "Dinner was nice. What I ate of it, anyway."

"Hmm." He sent a gaze down her body and up. Chills rose on her skin in response. "I don't know about dinner but dessert was five-star."

When he reached for his tie, her breath snagged. His hand halted over the knot. "What is with you and getting me out of this tie?"

Y/n pushed to her knees and tugged the length of striped silk, bringing his face to hers. "I like when you come undone, Malfoy."

"Control freak." His warm breath tickled her lips and she smothered his words with her mouth. He cupped her breasts, not the least bit shy about touching her. She made quick work of his tie, untucked his shirt, and shoved his hands away in the race to undo his belt.

"Turnabout is fair play," she breathed, her hands shakily unzipping his pants. When she'd leaned over the table at dinner to whisper into his ear, she'd had one thing in mind.

Tasting him.

"I didn't expect..." Whatever he'd been about to say was lost in a long, deep sigh when Y/n closed her mouth over his bare cock. He was hard and getting harder under her attention, and he tasted heady and spicy.

One warm palm tracked down her back while she worked, stroking a sensual line over her spine, closing over her bottom and then up again. His movements slowed hers, taking her from racing to savoring, and rather than be in a hurry, she enjoyed every second.

When the fingers of his other hand speared her hair, it wasn't to hold her mouth in place, but to gently touch the underside of her jaw, massage her scalp, and issue words of praise that tangled around her heart.

"Y/n." His voice broke on her name.

When he was close, he spoke her name again, gently pulling from her mouth. She allowed him to slip away, sitting up on her knees and cupping his backside—almost as steely as his front side.

And because she hadn't had enough of feeling how hard he was everywhere, she let go of his a** and trailed her hands beneath the shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders. Rocky abs and concrete chest and rounded, thick shoulders. She pushed his shirt off his arms, running her hands over his warm muscles.

"I like you like this," she told him. "Take your pants off." She sat back on her heels and watched as he stomped out of his pants and discarded his shoes and socks.

He lowered over her and she pushed on his chest, forcing him to his back. "Oh no you don't."

"You want control tonight, Y/n?" He cupped her hips in his large hands, making her want to take back those words, but then she remembered that most of her fantasies had included her on top, so the answer was yes.

She wanted control tonight.

Sliding one leg over his, she pushed her breasts out as she straddled him. When he raised his hand to touch her, it was to draw a line over her tattoo. His eyes locked on hers, filled to the brim with heat, and he lifted his head slightly off the pillow. She kissed him, a soft sigh tickling her throat as his hands moved to her breasts.

Lucius took control from her, sliding his tongue along hers and slowing the pace. He turned her inside out with each thick, delicious, drugging kiss, and she found her hold loosening. Her body softening. Her mind melting.

Before she knew what happened, the world was rotating and she was on her back again. When she opened her eyes, Lucius was rolling on a condom. Before she could complain that this was not his show to run, he was between her thighs and sliding home in one strong stroke.