Tʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Lᴏʀᴅ's Aɴɢᴇʟ | Tom Riddle √

97: A Fateful Morning

*MATURE CONTENT ⚠️*

Cassiopeia was perfect in every way, Tom couldn't explain. He had never been one to be controlled, but with Cassiopeia, he felt different. A week had passed, and Cassiopeia hadn't come down to face anyone because of Nott. She loathed him intensely, and Tom had never seen her despise someone like this before.

Kreacher continued to work according to his own desires, and he refused to leave Cassiopeia's side. He seemed to suspect that Tom might do something to her. Tom, however, cared little about gaining the elf's trust, as Kreacher held no significance in his life.

The morning light broke through Cassiopeia's delicate skin, casting a golden glow on her tan complexion. Tom brushed aside a few strands of hair from her face.

"Cassie," he softly caressed her skin and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose. "It's morning, princess."

She cooed and nuzzled her head against his chest, wrapping her arms around him. Her warm breath tickled his bare chest, and Tom chuckled at her childlike behavior.

Tom couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when Cassiopeia spent time with Draco, reminiscing about their childhood and arguing like children. He wouldn't have minded if it were someone like Braxton Lestrange, whom he encountered as well. But with Draco, it was different. The blonde boy had a place in her heart that left Tom feeling unsettled.

Had she ever felt something more for him?

He didn't want to share her love. He wanted her complete devotion, care, and attention, exclusively for himself. Cassiopeia was his, and he felt that she belonged to him.

Her soft lips left sloppy kisses on his chest. "You awake, princess," he murmured, planting a kiss on her forehead. She nodded, her half-opened eyes fixed on him.

"Why do you look hot every single morning?" Her brow furrowed as she observed him.

"Because I am," he smiled, his hand resting on her stomach. "Let's stay a little longer."

"Whatever you like," she grinned, turning to face him. Her tan skin was exposed by the silk strap nightgown, tempting him even more. "What are you looking at, Thomas?"

Tom's gaze snapped from her chest to her blue eyes. He shook his head and traced a fingertip along her cheek.

"Just admiring you," he echoed her words, trailing his finger along her jawline, lips, chin, and neck. She giggled as his touch tickled, moving her body closer to him. His fingertip reached the v-neck of her gown, resting on her cleavage.

"Am I tempting you too much, love?" She teased, shifting closer to him and revealing more of her chest. "Why so tense, Riddle?"

"I think it's you," he leaned in, his gaze locked onto her innocent eyes. His finger expertly pulled one strap off her shoulder, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on hers. She couldn't help but gulp as his fingertip traced the outline of her erect nipple. It was a sensation that only he could awaken in her.

He pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss, his hand squeezing her breast, eliciting a moan from her as her hand cupped his cheek.

Sloppy kisses trailed along her jawline and collarbone as he deftly pulled the other strap from her shoulder, hovering over her. Her entire body was covered in goosebumps as his fingers ran softly back and forth along her arms.

He sucked and nipped at her skin, leaving visible marks that claimed her as his own. There was no doubt in his mind that she belonged to him, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew it, especially that blonde interloper.

Her hardened nipples found their way to his mouth, and her moans grew louder. He silenced her with his hand over her mouth, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Do you want us to be heard?" He looked into her eyes, and she shook her head. "Good girl."

He continued to lavish kisses on her exposed upper body, fondling her breasts, each touch earning more moans. Hearing her moan his name was a sound he craved.

"Cassie!" Pansy's voice pierced through the door, her frantic knocking a rude awakening. "Wake up, love birds. It's morning."

Tom stopped, his eyes fixated on her flushed cheeks. She lay there, vulnerable under him, her golden skin bathed in the morning light, a vision of perfection in his imperfect life.

He leaned in close, his lips almost touching hers, as they stared at each other.

"We can continue this later, my angel."

***

As soon as Cassiopeia settled down next to Tom, everyone began their breakfast. She had initially refused to join, but Tom insisted, knowing it was the last day of Theodore Nott and the Greengrass sisters staying at the house. Tom noted, sometimes, Cassiopeia overreacted to minor issues rather than just letting them go.

Tom sat at the head of the table, with Nott at the opposite end. Draco always sat next to Cassiopeia, and Astoria to him, while the rest of the three were on the opposite side of them.

However, Tom knew from the beginning that Theodore Nott was up to something. It was to humiliate Cassiopeia for not adhering to blood supremacy. Nott eyed her as she started her meal, looking down.

"I'm very happy to stay at your home, Mr. Raven," Nott commented, not taking his eyes off Cassiopeia. "At least, I was happy to see you aren't a blood-traitor like your girlfriend."

Cassiopeia shot him a death glare, her fist clenched on the table until it became pale.

"It was nice to have guests like you, Mr. Nott," Tom smiled, continuing the meal. "I hope you enjoy your time here."

"Of course, why not?" He met Tom's eyes, giving a warm smile. "Especially, having meals with no blood-traitors."

"Theo!" Daphne Greengrass warned Nott as he rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious, Daphne," Nott held his fork in the air. "My father always said, the Black family is a noble family who never hesitated to remove anyone who doesn't follow the blood purity from the family. They haven't even kept the squib. But here, the last descendant is a shame, considering elves like her family."

Cassiopeia dropped her fork against the plate with a sound. Before Tom could calm her, Draco reached her clenched hand, squeezing it. Both of them stared at each other as Draco reassured her, nodding her head. Cassiopeia sighed, looking down, and continued her meal that led Tom's to think what that about.

"I guess it's better not to talk about bloodlines at the dining table," Malfoy raised his brow at Nott. "I hope Mr. Nott has taught you good table manners, Theodore."

"Yes, why not, Draco," Nott smirked. "I think you know it isn't better to defend your ex-girlfriend when her fiancé is almost there."

"What are you talking about?" Draco stood up as Cassiopeia dropped her head in her hands.

"Guys, take it easy," Blaise stood up, trying to calm them down, while the other girls looked back and forth between them. "Theodore, I personally don't like it when you make nasty comments about my friends, and for your information, they have never dated. Don't make a scene."

Tom tried his best to hold his anger. He never anticipated this, and now he felt there were some things he didn't know, more that Cassiopeia had hidden.

"Everyone saw them kissing in the library and after the Yule Ball," Nott shrugged his shoulders. "Parkinson even said they were dating since twelve."

Cassiopeia uncovered her face, looking at Pansy with hurtful eyes. She shook her head with disappointment and sighed.

"Excuse me," Cassiopeia excused herself, sprinting out of the room.

"Cassie, wait!" Draco yelled, but she didn't stop. He turned to Nott, "—you'll have to pay for this," then he turned to Pansy, who almost looked regretful. "—I'll talk to you later, Pansy."

With that, Draco followed Cassiopeia's path, leaving the rest of them alone, bewildered.