Tʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Lᴏʀᴅ's Aɴɢᴇʟ | Tom Riddle √

100: In the Stillness of the Night

*MATURE CONTENT (IMPLICIT) ⚠️*

The night had fallen over Hogwarts, and the dimly lit Common Room was nearly deserted. Cassiopeia and Tom had been sitting in front of the crackling fire, lost in conversation, and occasionally in stolen kisses. The rest of the world felt distant, and their connection had grown stronger with each moment they spent together.

As the hours passed, the conversation waned, giving way to a comfortable silence. Tom's fingers gently traced patterns on Cassiopeia's arm, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, and her fingers traced absentmindedly along his thigh.

Cassiopeia could feel the tension between them, the longing that had been building all evening. She knew they needed to address it, to bridge the gap that had grown between them due to her close friendship with Draco. She took a deep breath and broke the silence.

"Tom," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with longing.

Tom shifted his gaze from the fire to her, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Yes, darling?"

Cassiopeia hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I want you to know, that you're the one I love, the only one."

Tom's expression softened, and he leaned in to place a tender kiss on her lips. "And you, Cassie, are the one I desire above all else. No one else could ever take your place in my heart."

Their kisses grew deeper and more passionate, the weight of their emotions pressing them closer together. Tom's hands found their way to her waist, and he gently held her close. She straddled him, her arms wrapped around his neck, deepening their connection.

With a fervent urgency, they continued to kiss and hold each other, allowing their love to wash away any doubts or insecurities that had lingered. It was a moment of reconnection, a reaffirmation of their deep love for each other.

Eventually, as the fire dimmed and the room grew cooler, they knew it was time to retire to their dorm. Cassiopeia took Tom's hand and led him up the stairs. There, in the intimate sanctuary of their room, they could truly express their love and devotion to each other.

The door to their dorm room closed softly behind them, enveloping them in a world of warmth and intimacy. Cassiopeia turned to Tom, her eyes filled with longing and affection. They stood there, inches apart, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.

Tom's hands moved to cup her face, his thumbs gently brushing away a stray tear that had escaped her eye during their passionate embrace in the common room. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time more slowly and tenderly, savoring the taste of her lips.

Cassiopeia's fingers deftly worked at the buttons of Tom's shirt, exposing his bare chest. Her touch was gentle and filled with adoration, each caress a testament to her love for him. His hands, in turn, traced the curves of her body, memorizing every inch of her.

They moved to the bed, Cassiopeia lay down, her eyes locked onto Tom's, conveying a depth of love that words couldn't express. Tom followed, hovering over her, his lips seeking hers in a passionate kiss.

Their bodies entwined, and their souls connected in a way that was more profound than any physical act. It was a union of hearts, a reaffirmation of their unbreakable bond. Their love was the most beautiful thing they had ever known, and in that moment, they cherished it with every fiber of their beings.

As they continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies, the room filled with the soft sounds of their love. Moans of pleasure mixed with whispered declarations of devotion, forming a symphony of their connection.

In the hushed hours of the night, Cassiopeia and Tom experienced a profound closeness that transcended the physical. Tom, still caught in the rush of their earlier encounter, reclined on his back. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the exhilaration of their passionate connection still evident in his slightly disheveled hair and the smolder in his eyes. Cassiopeia couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight streaming through the dormitory window highlighted his chiseled features.

She approached him, her heart racing with a mixture of desire and affection. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his torso, her lips grazing the skin of his chest. He gazed up at the ceiling, but his attention quickly shifted to her as her touch sent shivers down his spine.

"You're hot," he remarked, his fingers lightly tracing her forearm, his voice husky.

Cassiopeia's eyes met his, her bewilderment clear. She wanted to talk to him, to clear the air and address the issue that had been lingering between them.

"Do you still suspect me with Draco?" she stammered, her voice hesitant. "I mean..."

Tom's brows furrowed slightly as he turned his gaze to her, curiosity in his eyes.

"I cannot hold when he spent his time being closer to you," Tom confessed, his finger playing with a strand of her hair. "I won't mind cursing out any guy to death who looks at you in a more than friendly way. You're mine, mine only."

Tears welled in Cassiopeia's eyes. She had wanted to say this for a while, to reassure him of her feelings.

"But we don't have such a thing as you imagine," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't know how I should prove that you are the only man I have ever fallen for, and you are the perfect man I want to commit myself to."

Tom listened attentively, understanding the depth of her emotions. He reached out to wipe away a tear that had escaped her eye.

"Angel," he began, but Cassiopeia was determined to convey her feelings.

"No, let me talk," she pleaded, her fingers brushing away another tear. "I love you, Tom. I've always dreamed of a beautiful life with you, of having children together, and growing old together until death do us part. But..."

She sobbed, overwhelmed by her emotions. Tom pulled her closer, his strong arms providing solace.

"Hey, princess," he said softly, cupping her wet cheeks. "I love you, Cass. Don't talk about death, because I will never let you leave me, and I will never leave you. Understand?"

Cassiopeia nodded, her tears slowing. Tom continued to comfort her, wiping away the remnants of her sorrow. He then pulled the sheets over them, covering their naked bodies, and kissed her one last time on her lips before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

As they lay entwined, Cassiopeia breathed deeply. She placed gentle kisses on Tom's bare chest, reassured that their love was strong and that they would face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

Author's Note

Hey, just wondering would you mind checking my other stories too if you like them.

✿ Lost in Neverland - Fantasy

✿ Shot for Revenge - Murder Mystery

✿ The Rival Next Door - Romance (Enemies to Lovers troop)

See y'all in the next chapter.

~ monoceros_x