Waiting | Lucius Malfoy

Chapter Twenty-One | A Night Alone

Guinevere stared at her reflection in the bedroom mirror, moving her body at all angles, taking it all in. She felt powerful, as though she could take on the world and come out victorious. A challenging woman indeed. She smirked, scolding herself for her vanity, but she couldn't help it. After a quick shower to cool herself down, Guinevere had found herself taking longer than usual to get ready for bed. Her hair was still dripping when Lucius returned, presumably to chase her up for taking so long. That was how he found her. Hair slicked back, scantily clad in lingerie. His eyes lit up as she smiled at him, corrupted thoughts flooding her head.

Deep down, Guinevere knew that she shouldn't want Lucius. Particularly in the way that she did at that moment. She wanted him to consume her, to be her every waking thought. She wanted him to dominate her and teach her the way of the world - with him at her side. She wanted him to touch her, love her and destroy her all at the same time. This was the way that she could show him what she wanted. Judging by his expression, he had taken the bait.

Lucius stood, mouth agape at the sight of the woman before him. She was a picture of elegance with her legs crossed tightly as she moved to sit at the edge of the bed. At that moment, his mind was empty bar the sight of her. She was everything.

"Guinevere, I-"

"Lucius, I want you, can't you see that?" Guinevere interrupted.

"We shouldn't be doing this. Not yet. Fuck," he swore as he gritted his teeth, reaching for her and pulling her to her feet.

"Who said we had to wait?" Guinevere replied, gasping as he pulled her back against him, paying particular attention to the firm movements of his hands. He reached out placing a hand on each of her hips, closing the minuscule space between them.

"I would have thought that you would want to wait, darling." He replied, watching them both in the mirror. His eyes were glued to her breasts as her chest heaved.

"I know, but I've decided that it shouldn't get in the way of you fucking me."

Guinevere's newfound confidence was all that it took for Lucius to lose control. He tilted her chin roughly, before taking what was his. She turned, her hands dangling around his neck as he pushed her down onto the bed with the entirety of his weight. His rough hands roamed her entirety, squeezing and caressing wherever they landed.

She moaned audibly, throwing her head back when he reached down to cup her mound, the heat of his palm sending her into overdrive. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face to meet hers once again, panting as she kissed him fiercely, fighting for control. Guinevere was doing everything to beg him not to stop with her lips. There was no going back after this. This would be the moment that would join them for eternity. Together as one. He slipped off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves as they paused, taking each other in.

She grinned deviously up at him as their eyes met, his glazed with fire. She knew hers looked the same. Her lips crashed into his and he moved his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. The kiss was urgent, laced with lust and promises of a future together. Guinevere took control, straddling him as his eyes closed. He groaned, and she stopped, opening her eyes to check that she hadn't hurt him. His eyes snapped open and he pulled her quickly back to him, reaching out to grasp her breasts through the lace of her bra, paying attention to each pebbled nipple. As one hand continued its ministrations, his other closed around her throat and she basked in the feeling of the smooth metal of his rings across her neck.

Flipping Guinevere onto her back, Lucius' hand stayed wrapped around her throat, as his other slapped her face playfully. It was quick and painless, but it was enough to erupt something wild inside of her. He slid down the bed, before pulling the cups of her bra down, looking at her with his chest heaving rapidly. Smirking, she unclasped the clip of her bra and threw it to one side. She giggled as he ran his hands softly across her thighs, studying her underwear.