The Cabin | D.M 18+

S I X T Y - E I G H T

This chapter is intense.

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TW: Sexual themes, including and knife and blood play that some may find extreme. Viewer discretion is advised. Don't be a plonker.

- BELLE -

Draco sits at the wooden chair. I'm not sure when it appeared or how, not that it mattered. But the stare that pans over me is like a hot wave. Burning and scorching my skin redder than the dress itself.

And no matter how many layers I wore, he watched over my body as though I were naked. He was feral. Animalistic. It grew my curiosity to see what he would be like should I take it off.

He arches a brow, knees apart and a frivolous twitch at his lips. "Remember when we first fucked?"

My memory flees like a bird in the rain.

All the feelings come back. Our touch, the kisses and whispers. Air that we breathed into one another as our tongues battled for dominance. The passion and immense pleasure. Mixed with the anticipation of our relationship at the time.

He made me so nervous back then and still, he does.

Because the Draco back then is still the same dangerous assassin I've known him to be.

"Every moment." I barely whisper, slowly unzipping the back seam of my dress. "I think of it almost every day. Every single thing we do together."

Draco watches me with close proximity; as the fabric falls over the curvatures of my skin and flesh, he notices I bare no bra, only my underwear.

Tension in his shoulders seems to muster and the callous grin he wavers causes blood to shoot through my veins. My pussy wants more. Nipples erect. Mouth waters.

"Which bit was your favourite?" He licks his lips whilst studying. His elbows rest on his kneecaps, the nakedness of his palms rub together in anticipation.

He was thinking of those moments too. I didn't need to invade his mind to know. I could see it in the smoke that fills his very own eyes.

There were too many to list, too much to think of. Every second was loveable and admirable.

For the time of losing my virginity, it was one amongst many others where I could be the only one to say that mine was fucking incredible.

No pain, nothing just pure ecstasy. And I couldn't wait to see what ought to happen next where he would feel just like I had.

Of course I knew that back then his senses were slightly heightened too, but they were never at the extensive levels as mine. Since I had almost sliced the very tip of the mountain from my throat box alone.

Now, he was ready to do the same on another set of mountains.

Similar but different scenarios.

Excitement was not even a justifiable word to suggest.

"I don't think there is a moment that is better than another," I grin, walk over and sit on his lap where his arms instantly snake over my waist. "What about you?"

The tips of his fingers paint over the edges of my skin. Penetrating them with everlasting lust. And yet we weren't contaminated yet.

They reach the front over the laced hem of my panties, up towards the sudden outward curving of my belly. He groans at the feel of it.

When I drop my gaze over him, I notice him staring at the swelling in my stomach.

I've started to show.