'..."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:*
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Maeve:
His hand reaches down, to push himself inside me. The world seems to freeze. I craved him. I've been craving him for long. His skin on mine feels like the epitome of heaven. The way he feels inside me gushes my senses.
My hands grab his arms. His eyes close. He moves slowly. His fingers on my lips. His moans stirring me.He lowers himself onto his elbow. His mouth open, breathing into mine. I let my hand on his cheek. His lips red and wet. My finger tips tracing them, feeling his breathing.
"Oh baby" He moans. His voice echoes in my mind.
He thrusts inside me, slowly. He's gentle. Slow. I feel his breath on me as he lowers himself to my neck. His lips leaving wet pecks on my skin.
"Draco" The air sucked from my lungs.
He pushes deeper inside me. His hand now rested on my neck. His thrusts slow down. I feel his hands on my breast now. I follow his eyes on me as he straightens up lightly.
His hand reaches to the back of my shoulder and pulls my head up. I look into his eyes as he sits up. Pulling me to him, his hand grabbing my hair, the other running down my belly.
"I want to make you feel good" He winces as he speaks.
His hand travels back to my waist, he grabs me and slightly lifts me as his other hand lowers to himself.
Draco:
She feels like air. Indispensable to live. This. Her. It's all I ever thought about.
Her lips parted, just brushing against each other. Hair falling around her. I let myself enter her, her lips widening in pleasure. My own struggling to stay shut.
I kiss her. Her tongue moving with mine in slow circles. She moves under me, our bodies becoming one. The purest thing I have ever felt.
I let my arm under her body, to hold her tighter, closer to me. With one hand still holding her up, I place the other on the frame behind her, my body lifted. I push inside her, her face screwed up. Her body heated, slightly arching foreword. I bring my hands to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, chests touching, our lips thirsty for each other's. I close my eyes before lowering to her mouth. I want to pretend it's just us. Just us, for miles. I want to take her away.
I kiss her, holding her body with one hand, not daring to let go, the other clutched to her hair.
I feel her fingers digging into my back and arm. I feel her body tensing, her breathing faster.
She parts from my lips to breathe. I smile. She's flustered.
Her head falls back as I push faster inside her. I watch her take it. I use both my hands to pull her body closer still. Heat rising in me now. I want to hold her. Her moans quiet and soft. I feel myself harden at her sound. Her body freezes for a moment. She holds her breath. But just as quickly her body releases, her figure soft again. I kiss her shoulder as her forehead rests on my chest. I let myself inside her faster, deeper. My own body longing for release.
