Silver Chains

Chapter Nine

Draco

When I begrudgingly agreed to Theo's proposal of having dinner with Granger tonight, I did not think it would devolve into what I currently plan to do to her. Regrettably, I didn't have full control over my body when she started crying and I practically vaulted the table to get to her, to make her feel better in this shitty world, to make her understand none of it had been her fault.

Now, hearing her command, I can't think of a single reason why I shouldn't.

As I sit on my haunches, I drag her forward just slightly, my tongue brushing against her plump bottom lip with the gentleness of curiosity mixed with uneasiness of scaring her. I'm not a gentle person, especially when it comes to physicalities and women. But something in her gaze and tone of voice, and the way she's looking at me like I can fix all of the pain, has me trying to be soft with her.

Her breathy moan is what melts the rest of my resolve and I seal my lips over hers, nipping at the bottom one lightly before prodding with my tongue. Her eyelids flutter closed and she melts into me, her trust almost palpable in the way she leans into my caresses and plays with my tongue with her own.

I vaguely think that this is an incredibly stupid idea, but she just tastes so fucking good and I find myself searching out all the ways I can touch her. She moves her hands to play with my hair, tugging slightly, as the other one wraps around my shoulders, rubbing circles into the tense muscles. I take this as an opportunity to pull her into my lap, slamming down on my ass on the tile as I position her to straddle me. I swallow her groan as she sinks into the new position, her hands continuing the exploration of my skin.

She titles her head back, dragging in ragged breaths as I release her mouth to assault her jaw with my tongue and teeth. I nip across the skin, dragging my teeth against the sensitive skin before licking the hurt away. She moans, every breath causing her breasts to rub against my chest. My skin feels like it's on fire, and I'm drowned with the need to taste her, to hear her moan my name as I make her come.

My next idea is again, not a great one, but I can't be bothered to care about the inevitable regret that will come in the morning.

"Granger," I murmur against her collar bone, "do me a favor and remind me not to have red wine with dinner next time."

"Wha-"

I cut her off as I stand in one fell swoop, one arm banding her to me as she squeals and the other sweeping across the tabletop, sending plates and glasses flying towards the tile. I don't even cringe as I hear the glass break, too caught up in laying her against the glass, my mouth covering her's.

This time, her hands are greedy as she pulls me towards her, her tongue diving into my mouth and making me release a groan from deep within my chest.

"Granger, if you want me to stop, you have to say it."

Her lips move against mine as she tells me to keep going, murmuring about she needs this.

It's my undoing. I reach down to unbutton the top of her jeans, dragging the zipper down before plunging my hand below the waistband, feeling the satin of her underwear becoming wet as I cup her.

"I'm going to spread you open on this table like you're my own personal feast," I whisper into her ear before kissing the sensitive spot below it. I flick her clit, the fabric still separating out skin.

My breath catches when she whimpers, afraid I've said something too possessive, but she just tangles her fingers into my hair and starts directing my head south. I chuckle darkly, kissing across her exposed collarbones before using my other hand to dive beneath her shirt, making the fabric scrunch around my wrist as I palm her breast, her back arching into my touch. I shift her bra to pinch her nipple and she gasps. Moving my mouth to her abdomen, I swirl my tongue across the sensitive skin, making sure to avoid her freshly healed wound, but giving extra attention to her other scars. She arches again, the sounds escaping her lips sending blood straight to my cock.

Removing both of my hands, I curl my fingers under her waist band, "Lift your beautiful ass, Granger."

She complies, lifting her hips to give me the ability to peel her jeans down her legs. I kiss up her legs, my tongue darting out to taste her and as I reach the apex of her thighs, I lift my gaze to hers. Her brown eyes are on me as she props herself up on her elbows and she kicks her head back as I lower my mouth to her, my tongue flattening against the satin. Eyes still on her, I watch her chest heave as I graze my teeth against her clit and pinch the fabric between my teeth before pulling the thong off of her with my mouth. One of my hands comes up to palm her, the other taking the thong and tucking it into my pocket.

"You're fucking perfect," I say as I kneel in front of her, watching her as I circle a finger against her before sinking into her. She groans, back bowing and before she can even finish the gorgeous sound, my mouth is on her. Sucking, and licking, and prodding. Tasting her as her sounds become even more breathy, each one sending tingles down my spine and blood to my already rock hard cock. "Tell me what you want," I murmur against her, my teeth scraping against her clit as I do so.

I want her to fucking scream. I want her to come apart, her hate shattering as the orgasm I give her wrecks her mind into oblivion.

"Stop fucking talking, Malfoy and make me come on your tongue."

That goddamn mouth.

I hum, obliging and sinking another finger into her heat, curling it against the spot that makes her mewl, her hand tangled in my hair and holding me to her as I caress her with my tongue. I lick her from bottom to top, swishing my tongue around her clit.

"More, Draco," she demands in a voice of pure silk.

I've only heard my first name on her lips a handful of times, but I could die happily if that was the last thing I heard. Even if I died at her hand. The sound stirs my soul into wanting to do everything in my power to hear her say it again and again and again.

I add another finger, spreading her for my tongue to dive into her warmth. She tastes like pure fucking heaven, and I can't stop the groan that rumbles through me. Her walls start to flutter faster, and I know she's close so I move my lips to suck on her clit before biting it gently. She moves her hips against my face, using me to seek out her own pleasure as I reach up with my other hand to flick her nipples, squeezing them into hard peaks. Her thighs are shaking, threatening to clamp around my head as I bite her clit one more time, sending her over the edge and into oblivion.

The sound of her screaming my name as I lick her through her frenzy almost has me finishing without being touched.

Fuck.

Gripping myself tightly, I groan loudly, slamming a hand into the tiled wall of my shower as I come with the thought of her lips on me.

I'm fucking depraved. I'm going to fucking Hell. I was literally tasked with something as simple as dinner and decorating, and my go to actions were spreading her across the fucking dining room table that my family eats at every morning and making her come on my tongue. Then, to make it worse, I couldn't even think of anything to say to stop her from scrambling to her room almost immediately after, embarrassment burning bright in both of our eyes.

I'm supposed to be the sensible one in this family, and here I am two hours later, without a lick of sleep, jerking off like a teenager.

Theo is going to kill me when he figures out what happened.

Sensibly, I cleaned everything immediately after she locked herself in her room. The red wine was definitely an incredible pain in the ass to clean without magic, but I managed. Then I even managed to decorate the tree and the living room, at least hoping it would make up for my degenerate behavior, in order to surprise her in the morning.

Not that I really care, I tell myself, knowing that the lie is probably going to tire soon, but I'll wring it for everything it's worth while I can.