The Facade

Chapter 27

My back hit the wall behind me, my groan was muffled by Malfoy’s mouth crashing onto mine eagerly.

My hands had a life of their own and found Malfoy’s collar shirt and grabbed it, pulling him closer to me, deepening our kiss.

Malfoy’s tongue was playing with mine, his mouth all over my own, devouring each piece of me. His hand was on my waist, while the other was boldly wrapped around my throat, his touch over me was possessive and hot, it made my knees buckle, as if they had melted from his touch. The only thing keeping me in place was Malfoy, holding me exactly where he wanted me to.

Malfoy’s hand was on my skin, my shirt was long gone and my bra and pants would soon follow that path. Malfoy’s hand wasn’t tight enough in my waist, but enough to at least mark his hand on me like a property he wanted to claim for his own.

I fumbled with Malfoy’s shirt; we broke our kiss apart in a brief moment in order for Malfoy to take out his shirt through his head. Seconds later his mouth was all over me, his tongue traced my lips, teasingly, until he slipped it inside my mouth again.

His scent was all over me, deep inside my nostrils I felt drunk in it, and I had never felt as good as this.

My hands grabbed his hair, playing with it as Malfoy’s head was continuously moving as he devoured my mouth with his.

He broke our kiss apart and grabbed my hair pulling my head backwards only to then place his mouth atop my neck, sucking and kissing the skin boldly, I groaned and was unable to open my eyes at the building sensations of emotions and the knot of my stomach tight at each second.

His mouth traced all my collarbone zone with his tongue and mouth, surely it would leave marks, probably I would hate them in the morning, but now I wished he marked my whole neck as well.

I felt Malfoy’s hand that was at my waist move behind my back, slowly he raised it and unclipped my bra with a single movement, letting it fall carelessly into the floor, and exposing my breasts.

Malfoy’s mouth left my collarbone just to smash into my lips again. I groaned into his throat when I felt him cupping my breasts, tracing my scars carefully, his hands were hot against my exposed skin, they were like fire tracing every corner, touching and cupping every inch of skin, burning it for his own to claim.

My hands moved into his chest, tracing each one of his scars in his chest, his hard muscles beneath it, like a hard sculpture, my hands moved lower, into his abs, hard muscles met my touch, he tensed beneath my hands tracing his abdominal, scars also met my fingers, I traced them all, knowing the story of most of them, I liked to think they were secrets trying to find the light and scarring him for not letting them out, that idea was better than their actually origin.

Both of Malfoy’s hands moved away, just to find my pants, he slowly unzipped them, if only to tease me in taking his time, I felt the knot in my stomach get tighter when his hands were so close to my weakness.

My pants fell down my knees and I kicked them away. Malfoy’s hand was going up and down on my thigh, closing distance each time until he was almost touching me.

His other hand was tracing the outline of my underwear, slowly pulling at the band that kept them in place, I had a sudden urge to rip them apart already and release the sensation building in the lower part of my navel.

Malfoy made teasing circulating movements on my thigh, so very close to my entrance, I felt my anxiety prick at me, I felt overwhelmed by it, I was eager to feel his touch, eager to come undone for him.

Malfoy broke our kiss apart, both of us were panting already, his hot breath hit my nose and was all over my face. I opened my eyes to see his eyes staring at me so drawn to me as if I was a painting he wanted to observe and watch for hours.