The Facade

Chapter 35

I felt the chuckle Malfoy let out as he barely fell from the couch on my lips.

Malfoy managed to catch himself by putting a hand on the ground, half of his body was out of the couch while the rest was on top of me.

He laughed as he tried to get his upper body back on top of the couch. “This couch is so fucking small.” He complained amusingly.

He went back to being fully on top of me, his face inches away from mine while his arms were on either side of my head, resting his elbows on the couch.

I laughed. “This couch is of a very good size, but if you throw two people just like that, then it doesn’t surprise me that you fall.” I retorted playfully.

He scoffed. “You always have to make your point just to upset me, don’t you?” He quirked an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes. “We have the bed if you’re so upset.” I suggested. “You’re the one who throwed us to the couch.”

“Well, I’m sorry if I didn’t want to waste time.” He said.

“The time you took to push yourself back up and the time we’re talking would have been enough to go to the bed.” I argued back amusingly.

He smirked. “Fine, if you’re so cocky about it.” He said without much context but I understood once he wrapped his arms around my back and lifted us both from the couch. I wrapped my legs around Malfoy’s torso as he took us into his bedroom.

He didn’t wait until we even reached the bedroom to crash his mouth eagerly onto mine again. My arms locked themselves around his neck, pulling us closer without leaving a single inch between us. His tongue slipped inside my lips and played alongside mine which I did the same as him. Our movements were unrhythmic and impulsive but so very wild at the same time.

His mouth felt hot. His skin felt hot. Everything in the room did. I wanted to rip my clothes apart to ease the fire burning inside me at that moment.

My eyes were closed as we kissed each other, but I was aware of when Malfoy stepped inside his bedroom and when he neared the bed. However, I didn’t even show any intentions of pulling our mouths apart so Malfoy could place me on the bed. He simply dropped us both onto it with our mouths and bodies connected.

My hands played with his hair as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Our mouths moved together hungrily, and we only broke apart in the search for breath. We stared at each other as Malfoy took his shirt off and dropped it into the ground.

I let myself be bold as I unlocked my hands from his neck and let them gain life of their own as I roamed Malfoy’s chest and abdominal. I felt each scar, not as a flaw, but as a part of him, like everything else.

Malfoy smirked and kissed me slower this time as he slowly let his hand roam down my body until he reached the end of my shirt and began pulling it above my head. I lifted my back to help him, he kept holding our eye contact after he slipped the shirt of my head and throwed somewhere far into the ground.

He grabbed my hands and took them off his body, stopping my roaming. He placed each arm on either side of my head, gripping both of my wrists deep against the mattress. I stared into his eyes filled with desire and the smirk played over his lips.

He dropped his head onto my neck and begun sucking the skin there. I let out a low groan that vibrated in my throat and made Malfoy’s hold on me tighten.

I let my head fall back against the mattress to let my neck more exposed for Malfoy. My eyes fell closed as his mouth kissed and sucked every corner of my neck. Sometimes he let his tongue tickle me, if only to earn a brief laugh of me that brought a soft smile into his lips.