𝐃.𝐌 + 𝐓.𝐑|𝟏𝟖+
𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭/𝐛𝐝𝐬𝐦/𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬
The new maid, Mariah Miller, attracts the attention of the two brothers of malfoy mannor, Tom Riddle and Draco Malfoy.
The book that gets KINKIER by the chapter.
"My other favourite par...
"Take of your clothes. Lie down. And shut the fuck up."
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__ Mariah Miller Pov __
Draco's warm lips were grazing across the bottom of my jawline, planting careless kisses all over. His mouth remained on my skin as he trailed downwards to my neck, Skimming the sweet areas with the faintness of his lips brushing lightly on my skin.
He had been conserving all of his sexual wants for me and finally I permitted him to untie the complex structure of desires he had winding inside of him onto me. Freely.
His kisses were tantalising, leaving the freshly touched skin tingling for more of him. He also enclosed his hand around the centre of my throat to keep me from filching away when his kisses where to feathery and tickled.
"Don't move," Draco breathed, enhancing the light squeeze he had on my throat and tracing his lips onto my collar bones.
Whenever he would touch me it felt forbidden, so wrong to do yet so right to feel because it just felt to good to retaliate too.
Delicate whimpers fled from my lips when he increased the impact of how aggressively he would kiss my body, and when I did make a noise it seemed to be similar to sweet music for him.
"I want to hear your moans when I touch you, understand?" Said Draco, briefly looking at me before plunging his mouth back onto my figure.
He tightened the hold around my neck, "I understand." I weakly replied, and he unleashed the full, harsh effect of his lips onto me.
The kisses that where previously gentle and playful were just a tease. He trailed upwards to the crook of my neck and started to roughly kiss all aspects of it, sucking on the sensitive areas that were already marked by Riddle.
Draco's mouth was assaulting my skin just by the singular use of his lips, his mouth moving quickly in different places so that he could feel the most of me that he could.
My body responded by my back arching against the table, a persistent reminder that what I needed was even more of him prowling on me.
It was new and inflamed with hate, giving it an edge of the unknowing.
We did this for our needs. By giving each other pleasure we were being selfish. We weren't doing it for the other person, we were doing it for ourselves.
The hand that was clasped around my throat was ripped away and so where his lips on my neck.
With my back proceeding to arch, it was then forced backdown onto the desk by Malfoys hand pushing down on my stomach. He stood back up examining me.
