Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Mature content ahead.

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"More," Isla begged as Theodore pushed inside her, sinking his cock into her depths and rolling his eyes back at the way it caused his skin to shiver.

''More, more, more—'' She whimpered, soaked and flushed. Her fingers tangled into the sheets of her bed, ''I need more of you.''

''I'll hurt you,'' He groaned, gripping her legs as he kissed the tender skin of her ankles, ''You can't fit all of me.''

''Yes—'' Isla loudly moaned. Her hands grasped at her own hair as her legs pushed against his chest, ''Yes, I can, Theo—please—''

''I'm so fucking deep already,'' He grunted, forcing his cock in and out of her at a quick pace, trying to stretch her wider, ''I can't fit all way—''

Theodore was standing on the floor, his knees brushing against the edge of the bed as Isla laid on it, her legs draped across his chest.

Bending forward, her knees settled over his shoulders, and she whined out at the strokes he made, how his cock repeatedly slammed into her mercilessly.

''Please,'' Isla nearly cried out, opening her eyes and looking up at him, ''I need all of you, I want all of it.''

''I'm going to fucking break you, Isla—'' Theodore rolled his hips, crashing them against hers, ''You can't take more—''

She clung onto him, her legs dropping from his shoulders as she threaded her arms across his neck and she kissed him. Tongues battled, lower lips bruised as she felt him go harder, rougher in the way she was starving for.

Moans crowded the four walls of her room, the air filled with mist at the way they'd been teasing the other for nearly an hour. Arching her back, ''I want more, I want all of you. Just let me have all of you—''

''Fucking hell,'' Theodore tucked his hands between the mattress and her spine as he lifted her. He hunched at the brim of the bed, placing her in his lap. His cock still buried inside her, ''Fuck, Isla. I'll ruin you—''

''Then ruin me—'' She whispered, interrupted by a moan as it cleared her throat. The sense of his cock as it reached further caused her to choke on her own sounds, ''Like this, yes, yes—''

He was filling her up, angling her above him to give her everything she wanted, and his arms sheeted her back, ''Move, move for me.''

Rolling her hips, lowering herself onto him, and gasping out, her palms pushed into the muscles smeared to his chest, and she shoved him back.

Throwing her head back and bucking above him, his cock stretched her cunt at a painful reach. Tears prickled in her eyes, stars shaping as the ache spiraled into pleasure.

Theodore looked at her. His eyes couldn't drag across her more vividly than they already did, ''Pretty girl,'' He growled, studying every detail of her, ''My pretty girl—''

Her hair spilled wildly, her skin layered in a thin coat of sweat as it fused with his, ''You're the pretty one,'' Isla smiled, her lips staying parted.

He reached his hand up, gripping her jaw as he forced his thumb in between her teeth, and he yanked her back over him. Nearly losing it at the way her tongue swirled across his finger.

''You can't speak to me like that....'' He muttered, settling his other hand on her hip, helping her rock herself over him, ''I can't control myself.''

''Then lose yourself with me,'' She murmured, softly biting his thumb, and that was enough for him to come untamed.

She was the loveliest mixture of heaven and hell to him, knowing exactly what buttons to push and what words to speak to make him crumble.