'..."I want to hear you beg my name".
"Draco" She breathes in complete ecstasy.
"Good girl" I murmur bending her over.'
Two purebloods, two Slytherins, no more than acquaintances. A game of dares, of risks and nightmares.
-Dare
*Disclaimers:*
- Dra...
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Maeve:
The room has been left untouched, as if nothing ever changed since the last time we were here.
The table still has some pieces of parchment on it. The books on the shelves exactly where I had put them. The large sofa and all the magical living objects laying around have been stuck in time, patiently waiting for us to come back.
Draco's voice casting protective spells over the door, although its exterior appearance would have probably vanished by now, there's still something reassuring about the spells.
I take a few steps while my eyes fill up with the memories of us in here. The secrecy we kept in this place, the entire weekends spent in here when life out there was still bearable.
I turn as his words are no more, to find him already inches away, arms reaching around me, running on my back. Our mouths stay open on each other's, breathing in, craving each other. Neither of us convinced this is a sensible idea.
I move my lips closer, needing to feel his. His hands travel to my hair. I close my eyes as he finally gives in, pulling me closer against him. I hold onto his arms, feeling his muscles move under the fabric of his shirt. I move to his back, untucking it from his pants. Him doing the same to me.
His hand takes my cheek, his lips running on my neck now, sucking at my skin. My hand in his hair, pushing him to go harder. Needing to feel more this time. More than before.
I feel him on he hem of my jumper, lifting it, letting his hand making its way under the layers of clothes, finally finding my bare body, hand cold on my stomach.
He grabs my waist, then higher, over the front of my bra, pulling it down to feel me.
I am getting wet. He's hard as our bodies are almost melted into one.
His breathing gets heavier, and the sucking turns to biting. I wince in pleasure, but he stops, his lips slightly lifting from my neck.
"Draco... I don't want you to hold back" I moan.
His breathing stops. He looks at me, his face screwed up in a half amused expression.
"Maeve—" he starts.
"Please" I beg.
His lips fall on mine again. His tongue forcing itself inside me. His hands clench around me. His lips back on my neck. I feel my skin being sucked in forcefully, his tongue drawing circles. Shifting between my lips, neck, collar bone with no constraint. He grabs my neck, his fingers gently tightening around it.
"Look at me" He orders.
I open my eyes to meet his, lustful. Lips parted in complete infatuation.
"Kiss me" He speaks again, this time angrily.
I try to move closer to him, but his grip tightens to stop me. His gaze falling on my mouth for a moment. I stare at him, struggling to breathe now.
