The Cabin | D.M 18+

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Hello. Apologies on these. I've been moving and had no time to truly focus on writing.

However, I hope this makes up for it. Master will be updated shortly this eve too.

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TW: Sexual themes. Blood and knife play. Viewer discretion is advised. 

- BELLE -

"I can't believe you've said that to your mother," My giggle evaporated among the heat that palpated between our torsos.

Draco matches my smirk but says nothing. He is statementless.

Words stripped off his tongue as if it had been cut off.

The circumstances at stake tonight were different. The greed between us was not sultry, it wasn't lustful or bold. There was something pure about this yet it still felt sticky in key areas. I couldn't help but dig around as Draco's head dove toward my neck with a hot breath.

I was attacked with peppers from his lips, unable to writhe back as the immense pleasure swallowed me into a pit of dark smog. My vision was lost, completely obliterated as I lost my concept of reality.

He held me in place to keep me from slipping away, unbeknownst to his controlling demeanour during sex, it was clear that he enjoyed the dominance. And Merlin forbid the idea that I'd ever get the chance to have him submit to me, ever.

How foolish I was to think that Draco would slightly ease the roughness. Despite the intentions of the interaction we were to engage, it would not solidify the fact that he would keep his movements soft too.

A mad woman I was. So silly that an audience ought to shudder with laughter. Someone tie me in a straight jacket and imprison me in an alabaster cuboid.

"Draco-" My spine arched, brazing the hardened pebbles of my nipples against his chest. Still heaving hotness and spice, his tongue was filled with tingling intentions.

Chilli wasn't fiery enough. Not your Habanero, nor Ghost, ironically. Scoville units in the millions, he was your Carolina Reaper.

And so I begged. Moaning his name over and over again as he relished in minute kisses.

Skin on skin, his hand caressed every inch and down toward my breasts before pinching them with a delicate squeeze. "You never fail to amaze me, Belle."

Teeth cling onto my bottom lip where I fight a smile, the urging of my cheeks to blush also I hope to remain anonymous.

He drops his forehead on mine as our eyes force us to meet. His tone, still as decadent as melted chocolate, sweetens up my ego as he continues, "You fought me and won. Next you're going to tell me you threatened someone."

My grin wins, "I most certainly did." I whisper.

Draco allows a deep groan to quench his throat. A God awakening. The destined apocalypse mercenary.

His body lifts and the look in his eyes is one of the devil. Slowly and definedly, his heart beat drums. Watching me with parted lips that twirl up discreetly in a fascistic smirk. "Is that so?" He curls his brow.

Curling his hips into me, I'm vomited to a shriek as his hardened cock twitches against my covered sex. "Yes. I threatened to kill Hermione when I first saw her."