Book 2: Of Iron & Gold

2: A Broken Body

His sensuous lips traced my quivering body as the soft breeze of an open window ran through my hair and a ray of light danced upon his stark blonde hair.

He was the sliver of sanity that kept me from swaying into the depths of a spiraling doom. Grey eyes that were still drenched in luminous light and met my own as his lips swayed to meet my own.

It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

He slowly lowered the strap of my dress so my body could kiss the warm air with glorious rectitude. My hands wandered every part of him as diminished the barriers that laid between the both of us.

His next words served as kindling to a raging fire that kissed every inch of me, "Let me love you."

That fire became an inferno as I murmured, "Let me make you scream my name."

A challenging grin lingered on his face as he silenced me with the grazing of his warm fingers on my stomach, especially as they traveled lower. I exhaled in an attempt to temper my hunger for him.

I stopped breathing altogether when his digits slowly entered my fiery heat and curved to send shivers down my spine and to my toes. Uncontrolled moans fled my mouth.

He began slowly. Pumping in and out of my drenched core, his lips pressed against my inner thighs and his eyes darted to gaze into mine. Painfully slow, his lips moved closer to where his fingers met my thrumbing depths, those eyes still on me.

My toes curled as his pink mouth finally graced my epicenter. He knew exactly how to unravel me into a shaking mound of heat, but I knew how to surprise him.

Twisting with surprising ease, I stood to face him at the edge of the bed.

Transfixed with the eyes that glimmered in the midday sun that still peered through the open window, I pushed him to sit on the plush covers that were rumpled with my still present euphoria.

The golden locket that always sat at my throat vibrated against my skin as the crimson red stone at the center shone with light and warmed my skin.

I leaned down and whispered, "Like I said, let me make you scream my name."

My stomach fluttered at my bold words. Something I had rarely done before in our relationship: take control.

So I did.

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I was jolted awake with the loud beating of boots against ancient stone floors, and a bark of orders coming from a large silhouette that was quickly approaching my cell. Dumbledore's locket flickered in the darkness, vibrating my skin like the power of the late wizard encrusted the golden accents.

The ruddy looking man unlocked the small metal barred door and yanked my weakened body to stand and forced me out.

Directing two distressed looking women, he yelped, "Take her to the wash room and clean her up. The Dark Lord wishes to speak with her."

The man's dirty blonde hair was knotted with pieces of unkempt hair and grimy grease. His wide murky blue eyes peered at me like I was a piece of meat on a stick.

I grimianced at his yellowed teeth and the various warts that disappeared beneath his collared, yet grubby, shirt.

As he started up the uneven stairs I hissed, "Shouldn't you be staying down in the dungeons? That's where the rest of the rats prowl."

My eyes never left his, that calculated defiance bubbling within me. I had only let trickles of it slip.

Draco's voice echoed in my head with some of the last words he said to me: Fight like hell.