Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Mature content ahead.

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Draco growled out, and he smashed his lips into hers unhesitatingly. He didn't falter once as he kissed her, roughly — fiercely yet so filled with emotion.

His hands moved down her frame, pinching at her thighs, and without warning, he hunched slightly to lift her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Slamming her back against the hallway wall, Isla whimpered, fingers clawing at his neck as she began to move, slowly clenching her thighs around him to feel him closer.

''What the fuck are you doing to me?'' He breathed, speaking into her mouth as it vibrated through her, ''Why am I so fucking weak for you?''

Whimpering in response, Isla clung onto him, arching her back off the wall, ''Be weak for me—'' She gasped, heaving for air as he refused to move away from her lips, ''Be weak for me, Malfoy.''

That caused the blond to turn absolutely untamed. He drew her away from the wall, and he carried her down the hall, rounding the corner to the boy's dormitory instead. Draco booted his door open as she squealed at the tension.

Shoving it shut with his heel, he lifted her all the way into the bathroom. One of his arms let go of her, and he shoved every single thing on the sink off forcefully as it crashed against the floor. Placing her upon the ceramics, his lips found hers again.

Draco trailed kisses down her jaw, over her throat, making her head tilt back, ''I thought—'' She almost moaned out at the way he was sucking on her neck, ''I thought you wanted to wait?''

''I'm done waiting, Clarke,'' He muttered, striving in between her legs, and she whimpered as she felt the bulge in his pants as it pressed against her underwear, ''I'm done fucking waiting, I want you. I want to feel you shake for me.''

Nodding, her hair spilled messily around them, and her arms stayed around his neck, slowly bucking her hips into him, and she whined out, nearly inaudibly every time she felt his clothed cock coming in contact with her core.

''Are you soaked for me?'' He mumbled against her skin, his teeth grazing along her collarbone, ''Are you as soaked for me as I am hard for you?''

''Mhm,'' Isla hummed out, lost in the pleasure as he kissed his way back up to her lips, ''Are you?'' Her teeth sunk into his bottom lip, ''Are you hard for me?''

Raising a brow, he drew back, studying her curiously, ''I'm always hard for you,'' Leaning close to her ear, he kept his tone so low, ''I'm always so fucking hard for you, Clarke. I can't get off without thinking of you.''

She shook at that. Isla's body shivered.

''But the real question is...'' He let his teeth nibble at her earlobe, feeling as her body tensed, ''Do you want me, Clarke? Do you want me as much as I want you?''

Her eyes snapping all over his features, catching her breath and letting her fingers slide down his arms, ''I do...'' She nearly whispered, ''I do want you.''

It was all it took for his lips to attack her skin again, continuing to create tiny mauve bruises all over her neck.

Her fingers trembling, she unbuttoned his shirt as it smeared to his muscles, Isla dragged the material off him, letting it fall to the floor, and he returned the favor.

Tugging at the hem of her sweater, he pulled it off her in a swift move, flinging it to the ground before he hauled her skirt up over her stomach, yanking it off her.