Draco Malfoy X reader

Chapter 24

He got up from his knees and leveled his face with yours while pushing down on your wrist to monitor your pulse. He looked in to your eyes coldly. He moved to the nape of your neck and kissed you where your neck met your shoulder. You were startled, not because you were unprepared or because he wanted to make you ask for it. But because you didnt have the faintest idea of how to respond. You wanted to ask for it. You wanted to ask him for everything. You wanted to explain to him in delicious explicit detail what you wanted him to do to you. But you also knew that ment you lost. That ment everything you had played for had been in vein and you would kneel down and surrender.

''Tell me what you want''. He kissed your neck and gently ran his fingers up and down your upper arm caressing your body. He kissed your skin from your shoulder and right behind your ear and whispered ''Tell me Y/N'' His breath stuck to the wet parts of your neck and lay there warmly till the air made it cold. Goosebumps spread like wildfire across your skin. ''All you have to do is ask'' He grabbed your face with one hand without moving his face from your neck and pushed your face to the side for better access. He ate your skin like desert and you knew you had lost. He knew you had lost, withdrew his face from the curve of your neck and captured your eyes. He didn't say anything at first. At first he just looked at you and let the silence, your own body talk to you. He moved a hand to you chin and bent your face slightly up while laying a finger on your lips. ''Tell me what you want Y/N'' You knew that this was it. If you gave in now he would give you everything your soul hungered for; passion, violence, pleasure, fire and excitement. You didn't want to lose, but you had. You admitted defeat silently to yourself to see how it felt . At the loss of war you gained passion, pleasure something you desperately hungered for more then anything. ''I want you'' Your own internal judgement was drowned by your own excitement of the game. A tiny part of you hoped that saying that would suffice but ofcourse you knew it wouldnt. ''You want me to what?'' He kissed your neck twice and re-posessed your eyes like he owned the sense. He guided his fingers up and down the outside of your naked thigh while cuping your face with the other and holding his thumb above your lower lip. Your lips were sore, they'd been dented by his mouth, scratched by his teeth, loved by his tongue, and scorched by his evil. You looked at his lips and jerked forward to kiss him. He recoiled instantly and you felt defeated by his manner.

''Tsk, tsk, tsk'' His tongue touched his teeth behind his half closed mouth and made a sound like he was busting someone doing something they shouldn't. He moved his recoiled face back to yours, his lips almost touching yours. The command for you to stay still and not move was laid in the silence. ''Ask'' He said. His eyes looked at every one of your features.''A nice girl like you, I'm sure you know how to ask nicely, be a good girl and do like they taught you at sundayschool'' he breathed against your pulsating lips. His face was so close that if you puckered your lips you would touch his. ''I want to hear you say it'' He whispered and looked at your lips. ''I need to hear you beg for it''. You looked at his face, every feature but his eyes. His skin were rosy and radiently glowing with unadressed victory, as his grip on your thigh tightened. You looked down on his flawless chest beneath the ripped folds of his shirt to set your eyes anywhere but his. He breathed heavily out against your lips and no matter how hard you tried your eyes were drawn back to his, as if magnets.

''Kiss me'' you whispered so quetly it was no more then a soft exhale. You had tried to deny him, fight him, but the stubbornness in your veins became watered out with the want for him. 

You had denied him, and yourself what you so desperately needed and you were done. It hurt your vocal cords to utter the words, and it hurt your pride even more that he heard them, but it hurt your body and soul not to. You felt small and helpless under the spotlight of his grey eyes but straightened your back and tried to sound confident even though what he wanted you to do stood against everything you were, had been and was going to be.