Tʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Lᴏʀᴅ's Aɴɢᴇʟ | Tom Riddle √

87: Train to Hogwarts

Cassiopeia pouted as she perched on Tom's lap, her voice soft with longing.
"I'm going to miss you... again."

She was already dressed to leave for Hogwarts, but the thought of being apart from him again weighed heavily. With more than an hour left before her departure, she refused to waste a single second.

"Same goes for me," Tom murmured, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. "I wish I could follow you there."

"I wish you could be with me everywhere," she whispered, kissing him with urgency. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, clinging to him as if that could prevent their separation. "I want you all the time, just like I've had you these days."

"Hold on for just a few more months, love," his knuckles brushed across her cheek. "Then I'll never leave your side again."

She kissed him again, desperate and sweet, her whole body craving the warmth of his touch. Every moment with him filled her with a completeness she had never known.

"You know we have more time," he murmured, fingers sliding to the buttons of her shirt.

Cassiopeia made no move to stop him. Instead, she kissed him deeper as he undid each button, baring her until only her bra remained. His hand traced up her thigh beneath her skirt, stealing a moan that melted into his mouth.

"I love you, Tom," she whispered as he worked her skirt loose, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. Her hands reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head until she could feel his skin against hers.

His lips trailed down the column of her throat, finding the tender spot that made her pulse stutter. Heat shot through her veins as his mouth marked her with bruises, dark and possessive.

"You're going to ruin me, Cass," he growled against her skin. "You're perfect."

Her gasp echoed when he unclasped her bra, his hands covering her breasts with a firm claim. His thumbs teased her nipples, making her arch into him as her breath grew ragged.

"I need you, right now," she admitted, her eyes locking onto his.

Tom lifted her with ease and laid her across the bed. He shed his trousers swiftly, his hunger unmistakable, then covered her with kisses, each brush of his lips stoking the fire inside her. When he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and dragged them down, she didn't hesitate. She wanted him—completely.

His gaze held hers as though he were seeing her for the first time, every second of stillness heightening her impatience.

"Please," she begged, pulling him into another fevered kiss. "Be rough this time."

That was all he needed. His hands roamed her body, claiming, squeezing, teasing until she writhed beneath him. Their tongues tangled in a messy, desperate kiss, her legs wrapping around his hips to grind against the hard length straining his boxers.

His fingers slid inside her, slow at first, then faster—merciless circles that drove her closer to the edge. Cassiopeia clutched at his hair, dragging him down into her kiss to muffle the gasps spilling from her lips.

"I'm close," she moaned, but Tom pulled back with a smirk, denying her release.

"Save it," he teased, stripping away the last barrier between them. His tip pressed against her as his voice dropped low. "You wanted rough. I'll never hesitate to give you exactly that."

He thrust into her hard, filling her without pause. Her gasp turned to a cry as he set a relentless pace, each thrust deeper, harder, until her body trembled. She bit her lip to stifle the scream threatening to tear free, but he flipped her in an instant, leaving her astride him.