"I can't be who you want me to be Draco! He changed me, he came along and showed me who I could be. And now that I have to live without him kills me because every breath I take without fucking hurts."
A Riddle and a Hale. I guess history really does...
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Devorah had stayed in her room all day, sleeping, drawing, dancing, singing, just letting loose. She felt more free than she had in a long time. Maybe because she knows the day she's told to take her last breath keeps getting closer.
Laying back on her bed Devorah's eyes wandered to her clock only to see it was 7:45. she jumped up quickly, hopping in the shower and brushing her teeth.
When she got out it was 7:54. She quickly rummaged through her underwear drawer and pulled out a black lace matching set.
She quickly slipped them on before pulling on a pair of green silk shorts and a matching top. Pulling on one of Mattheo's hoodies she quickly made her way to his room as the clock struck 7:58.
Devorah knocked on Mattheo's door, waiting a few seconds before he opened the door. "Finally. Why is your hair wet?" "I couldn't find my wand. You told me to be here at 8 and that's what I did. And that's what happens when you take a shower. Your hair gets wet. Can I come in? It's cold out here."
Mattheo didn't say anything, he just stepped aside to let Devorah walk in and that's what she did. Slipping his hoodie off of her shoulders and tossing it on his chair.
Devorah couldn't lie to herself, she was nervous. After what happened. "Devorah." Mattheo breathed as he came up behind her pressing his front to her back.
"Tell me something." Mattheo whispered, pushing Deborah's damp hair to the side and leaning down closer to her ear.
"Do you want this? Me?" Mattheo spoke slowly, kissing down her neck. "Yes." Devorah whispered as she melted into his touch as he ran his hands down her body.
"Say it. I wanna hear the words come out of that pretty little mouth of yours." Mattheo growled as one of his hands came up and wrapped around Devorah's throat, and the other slipped into the front of her shorts running his fingers over her clothed heat.
Devorah let out a small whimper at his actions before speaking again. "I want you Theo. Please?" "Mhm, I could never say no to you." Mattheo groaned into Devorah's hair before pushing his hand into her underwear and his fingers immediately finding her clit.
Devorah moaned as Mattheo teased her entrance. "Theo." Devorah whined, "Devorah, fuck. Once I start I won't be able to stop. And I can't be fucking gental. And if I fucking hurt you-"
"I don't care." Devorah spoke, pulling away from Mattheo's touch and turning around to face him, as his breathing was heavy. "I don't care. I want you Theo. All of you. And only you, no one else, ever." Devorah whispered looking into his eyes.
"Fuck." Mattheo groaned before pushing Devorah back onto his bed and climbing on top of her in a matter of seconds.
His mouth instantly found hers forcing his tongue into her mouth. One of his hands found her throat as the other went to her waist pulling her closer.
