Princess - A Tom Riddle Fan Fiction

Chapter 26

Smut: Blood kink, degrading.

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Maybe he needs me just as much as I need him.

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His eyes are filled with something familiar. The darkness around me creeps closer with every step he takes. I swallow and stand up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep talking but everyone was looking at me and that girl was so wrong and you know how close I've been to-"

"Stop." I instantly clamp my mouth shut. He's standing directly in front of me now, his head tilted to reach my face. I run my hand over the side of my dress, in hopes to remind myself where I am.

"You've been getting too comfortable. Now, this is partially my fault, but," he grabs my hips, earning a gasp out of me. "I don't want this behavior to continue."

My mouth opens to form a response but it gets lost.

"However, I am curious," his mouth goes to my jaw, planting gentle kisses along my skin. I lean into them, humming in response.

"So this will be the only time this offer is on the table." My stomach flips as he whispers across my jaw. 

"What can you make me do," His lips skim over mine, "Princess?"

I instantly take action, connecting or lips in a fierce, fiery kiss. I took advantage of his mouth being open and slipped my tongue in. His moan in response lets me know I'm doing something right. His hands cup my face and I use mine to start unbuttoning his shirt. I get halfway done before I get irritated. I run my hands down his chest and, when they reach the buttons again, rip the rest open. I hear the buttons fall to the floor, but I don't waste my time on that. Instead, I pull his silky black shirt off.

I throw it to the side and quickly move my hands to his hair. I bite his lip and he grinds up against me. I smirk pushing him onto the bed. He leans up on his elbows, a confused but fascinated look on his face. I straddle him, his bulge pressing against me. 

I bite my lip as I run my hands down his torso. His breath staggers as I reach his belt. I slowly undo it, letting my finger gently graze against his covered cock every once in a while. His eyes are on my face, watching as I torture him and his short temper.

"Florence... I recommend you hurry up," he says, his sultry voice holding warning.

I smile innocently, "Or what? I'm in control now." I continue to take my time.

He growls, "I can easily take that away, darling."

I laugh, deep down knowing he most definitely could. I undo his pants and let my hand wander underneath the fabric of his underwear. I gripped his dick and he leans his head back. I can't hide my smile as I take off his clothes, revealing every inch of perfection.

I dip my head to kiss him. His hands go to the back of my dress, slowly unzipping it. I continue to fondle his cock, taking note of all the little sounds and movements he makes in response. He slides my dress down, leaving me in my undergarments.

He unclasps my bra with ease, his lingering touch sending shivers through me. He lowers his hands to my ass, but I pull my lips away from him.

"You don't get to touch me," I whisper.

He responds my squeezing my ass. Jerk. I let go of dick and grab his jaw, prying his mouth open. He awaits for my action, eyes glistening in the darkness. I spit into his mouth. 

"Swallow," I grit. He listens without hesitation.

"Good boy," I praise, running my hand down his throat. He slips off my soaking panties, playing with my folds. I bite my lip to stop a moan. He was trying to get to me. No way in hell. I bite his neck, digging my teeth just far enough into his flesh to draw blood. He whimpers moving his hands to my neck. He pushes me down, letting me know he yearns for more.