𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 || 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

Chapter 15 - Good Girl

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WARNING: This chapter is spicy, and therefore is 18+, containing lots of smut and... well pretty much everything.

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            It was as if all the air had been sucked from Ophelia's lungs, she felt light as a feather as the kiss deepened. Lucius had moved his hands to the back of her neck, his fingers tangled in her honeyed curls, pulling her closer. Ophelia wanted to push him away, slap him, fight him, but she also wanted to be held exactly as she was in his arms, his lips against hers.

            Lucius' tongue licked at her lips, seeking passage between them, but she did not comply, not right away. A sharp sting attacked her bottom lip, it was more than a nibble, but not quite a bite, Lucius had gained access to when she gasped against him. His tongue moved against hers, exploring and caressing.

            Ophelia regained her sensible state of mind, and pushed upon his hard chest, breaking their kiss apart. She gasped and inhaled the air as if it was her first ever breath.

            "I-I'm sorry Lucius, I... I can't do this," She stammered.

            "Shhh, you can my dear, just kiss me," He purred against her as he backed towards the sofa, leading her gently with him. It was like leading a lamb to slaughter.

            "You're married," Ophelia breathed against him as he nipped at her lips with a low throaty growl. "You're... my employer... the father of my student...." Ophelia protested weakly. "I-It's so wrong,"

            "It's because it's wrong, that it is so right," He purred as he lowered himself to the couch, pulling Ophelia down with him, she straddled his thighs and steadied herself on his chest. Lucius kissed her again, and with some hesitation, Ophelia kissed back. His hands ran over her body, the soft velvet of her dress, the indent of her waist, the curve of her back. He found her bare thighs, exploring the soft supple skin there he ran his fingertips up and down her bare legs, causing goosebumps to arise.

            "What if Mrs Malfoy walks in? Draco?" Ophelia gasped in worry, breaking them apart once more. Grasping the back of her head he pulled her back in.

            "If you want me to stop, simply say the word," Lucius growled against her skin as he nipped and kissed at her jaw line. Ophelia tried to find her voice, but it wasn't there, she didn't want him to stop, not this time. 

            His hands moved up the back of her thighs, slithered under the hem of her dress, and found their destination. Her arse was round, supple, firm but with a nice squash when he gave her cheeks a squeeze beneath his fingertips. She gasped into him as he helped himself.

            "Let me see you," He murmured against her neck as he grazed his teeth against her skin. His hands were already moving to her dress, pulling it up over her body. Ophelia's heart beat hard and loud in her chest, was she to let him undress her? Before she could even contemplate it her arms were over her head, the garment skirting over her arms and dropping to the floor somewhere.

            "You are divine," Lucius told her with lustful eyes, they wandered her body, taking in every curve, every freckle. He took particular interest in her choice of lingerie, a matching black set, made of delicate lace, and not much else... 

            "You know, for someone who claims to be such a good girl, you're dressed awfully naughty young lady," Lucius raised a brow in surprise at her choice. A blush instantly glowed on Ophelia's cheeks.