The Cabin | D.M 18+

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- BELLE -

His lips were luscious, intoxicating. A euphoric feeling I never felt in my life before. It was sultry and it made my chest rattle.

Not with butterflies, not with pitter patters from songbirds. Hawks, more like.

More than a coward I was today. And I hated how vulnerable I appeared in front of the strongest men in the wizarding world. Already knowing he would find the entertainment in it.

They were warm and soft. Hugging me comfortably and just as his arms snaked around my waist, my palms rested on his naked torso as I welcomed him without hesitation.

Dust tingling our noses but too focused on the gesture. He licked the bottom of my lip, demanding entrance and my unknowledgeable self, didn't do anything.

A groan erupted causing him to bite my lower lip, hard before pulling it back and forcing it open. He shovelled his tongue into my mouth.

We savoured the taste. Freshly brewed hot chocolate, the dash of cream and just pure sugar. At least we had something delicious before hungrily indulging each other after.

Surprisingly my trembling suddenly vanished. Like a wave had tickled my toes and as the water lulled back in, the anxiety went along with it.

I wasn't complaining at all. But I could feel the dominance empower me. The sinister that weeped and his hard grip didn't scare me as much as I thought it would.

It was an unusual feeling. Knowing how terrifyingly horrible Draco was, yet here he was, in all his mighty glory, snogging me in the basement whilst Death Eater's roamed above hunting our heads.

It was actually quite exciting. To do something so daring and peculiar whilst in hiding.

But I guess if it got rid of my panic attack and distracted me then it worked a ton. And I couldn't fault him for that.

We continued to kiss, reeling back and forth as we both fought for dominance. Or so what I thought I did anyway.

'Stop fighting me.' Draco growled against my lips, encapturing me once more in another lip lock.

'Delicate,' He whispered, pecking me once, '-Soft,' and again, as I listened to his instructions, 'Make me greedy.'

Our breathing heavied, not just from the humidity of being underground or the intensity of the activities upstairs.

Maybe a few minutes later. Or an hour. It was hard to tell when you're so entranced in a smooch where time is lost. The footsteps stopped.

Too hard to determine any voices - the distraction doing too much of a good job. Draco pulled back, scoffing before wiping his lips with the side of his arm.

'You're awful at kissing.' He complained.

Well that was a little rude. Sorry - it was my first time, I sarcastically told myself.

But that was something he did not need to know.

'Do you think they've gone?' Draco whispered, changing the subject. And although both unsure, I knew one way to figure it out.

I lifted both my palms up into the air, facing the ceiling of the basement and poured my energy through into the fingertips and across the lightness of my skin.

Searching for any heartbeats around, tossing and turning at each corner, Draco watched me silently.

Nothing came back to which I was relieved. I turned to face the blond and rapidly shook my head, 'It's safe.'