"faster." she panted, blonde locks of hair spiraled all over the bed, "harder," she cried out, her hands reaching to grab, touch and scratch any single type of body part of his. his eyes closed in concentration. but his mind wandered, as each thrust was harder and faster, draco was not enjoying this as much as he wanted to, it wasn't you.
Her hands found his throat, choking him lightly as her legs curled around his waist. Draco let out a moan, succumbing to the pleasure, reminiscing about the night your cold hands wrapped around his throat, the amount of pleasure the both of you endured. Delilah began to scream out his name, reaching her high, "just shut up!" Draco yelled out, trying to reach his own high, so he can get this night over with. The pair forcefully orgasmed on each their own timing, Delilah felt used, unworthy and fearful.
for someone she's wanted all her life, can treat her so badly within the months they've been together, she enjoyed the sex, meaningful to her, unworthy to him. "Draco.." her voice trailed, tired, upset. "Delilah I told you, after sex, we don't talk." Draco hissed, cleaning himself off on the side of the bed, her lips curled into a frown as she wrapped the duvet tight onto her body, Draco left the girl to sit in a room filled by light breathing, and the moonlight that shone from the window onto her face, she was beautiful, but she wasn't you.
the bathroom began to steam, the glass shower filled with fog and steam, Draco unwinded in the shower, tears poured down his face, Draco was not okay, and he didn't know if ever would be, After the death of y/n, Lucius began to look for a bride, but not just any bride, a royal heir. Lucius wanted a pure blooded heir into his very own family, and forced Draco to be with someone he never wanted. or better yet, anyone.
Draco wasn't ready for a relationship, Draco wasn't ready for anything, the thoughts invade his mind, remembering your laugh, your remarks, how pretty you looked when you were stone wrecked, your eyes a beautiful shade of red, your pupils forever dilated, your messy hair. everything about you, you took a piece of him when you left. Draco searched for happiness in pills, cocaine, alcohol. But he could never unleash the problem. He could never contain his sadness. Especially on your birthday.
living in complete torture while you're out there somewhere, heaven maybe. he scoffed as he thought of that. The water pouring down his soaked body, pushing his hair back, Draco's body felt more calm, more reassured, Draco could never love Delilah.
But Delilah loves Draco, even beneath his evil, and that is the issue, because how could one love a monster? How could one see behind the past? See behind the neglect? Delilah was not loved in this relationship, she gave her love, but never received it. Delilah was worth more than a hard fuck, Delilah deserved to be on dates, Delilah deserved to be treated like royalty.
on the other hand, you were still trapped in a small room, barely making it out alive. "Okay, you can be released from this room." Beau clapped his hands, causing you to open your eyes fully. "Happy birthday, y/n." He laughed, "fuck you." You scoffed. "Why am I leaving this room?" You asked, "by our dark lords order, you can be released, with rules of course. I'm going to allow you a shower, a fresh set of clothes, and you will have breakfast with our lord." Beau moved away from the door, enchanting a spell to release the spell off completely. "Go on."
You instantly rushed to the door, walking through. Tears rolled down your eyes as you finally escaped the dungeon. You followed beau as he brought you to the powder room, "you stink." He scrunched his nose, "you try not showering for a year, how good can you smell?" You scoffed, throwing him out of the door, locking it behind you. You instantly rushed to turn on the shower, undressing yourself and stepping in. You couldn't help but to release the sob that cascaded from your throat. "Finally, oh Dear god finally!" You said out loud, lathering yourself with lavender soap, everything felt magical in this moment. The door knob rattled, and you jumped. "It's busy!"
