In a world where life never became fair, tears were endless and pain was normalised.
For a man, a felon - Death Eater, Belle's graciousness blew in her face the moment she let him pass through the border of her cabin.
A woman who'd been destined to...
It's an age gap where Draco is the younger one this time;) it's gonna be just pure filth and smut so please show it some love!
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TW: Nudity.
- BELLE -
I did it.
I kissed him. Just like that. Then and there.
My lips delicately hugged his, like the deeply scented petals of a rose hugging my skin. It wasn't a deep kiss. Moreso a soft, long peck.
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It definitely lasted longer than what I had originally anticipated. And from my judgement, it startled him too. It took Draco a few seconds to understand what actually happened.
So much was going on in my head at that moment that I never realised he was kissing me back. Because somehow the feeling of our lips connecting, that one singular act of romance, had me feeling odd.
Not in a bad way, surprisingly.
It felt jubilant. Like my body was swarmed with heat and the hairs on my skin mountained, alongside the goosebumps.
If anything, the force was forcing my head to tilt on its side so that I could beg for more.
My chest fluttered and the devilish pit in the bottom of my stomach churned. It was the same as last time, but twice as intense.
Never were they butterflies and no longer were they hawks. These were harpies.
The feeling completely overwhelmed me, pulling at the lull of sudden allure to the arsehole in front of me. I wanted to hate the kiss - believe me.
I wanted to hate it so bad. And I kept telling myself that I hated it. But it was like deep down, the universe knew that I enjoyed it more than anything.
It made me wonder whether Draco felt the same yearning.
However, all came to an end when I rapidly felt two palms pressing against my chest and shove me backward.
What I was met with had the pleasant and luscious feeling drain out of me as our lips separated. Thick blood turning thin, the colours to my skin became pale and grey.
Draco's eyes scowled at me, terrifyingly actually. I've never seen him this annoyed with me before. He was definitely stabbing that cleaver into my throat when we got to our destination.
'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' He growled, wiping his lips with the side of his arm.
Am I really that bad at kissing? Like he said I was? I mean, I followed each step that he told me when we kissed underneath in the basement.
