Arranged ✸ REGULUS BLACK

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I felt his cold hands touch my back, even through the fabric. I breathed out shakily. It seemed to take forever for him to unbutton and unzip the dress, but at the same time, I wanted it to keep going. To have this moment play in a loop forever. I couldn't stop myself. And before I knew it, I had whispered, "Don't. Don't stop. Please."

His hands moved slowly from my waist to my shoulders. I felt his breath fan over the skin of my neck, his chest pressed comfortably against my back. Then, his lips met my skin. They touched me so delicately, yet made me yearn desperately for more. His kisses trailed me lightly, lighting me up with every touch. My hands clung to the fabric of my dress, trying to keep it from falling. 

"I think I should." He murmured against my skin. Still his movements didn't stop. My head fell back, resting on his shoulder. I couldn't stop the sigh that escaped my lips even if I tried.  

"What if I don't want you too?" His kisses stopped, lips still attached to my neck as he breathed heavily. 

"I suppose that I should listen to my wife then and do so." I gave a small laugh at his words. Lifting my head off his shoulder, I turned around, Regulus' hands sliding up and down my arms. His hands gently touched mine as they held up my dress. 

"May I?" He questioned, grey eyes looking directly into mine. 

"Yes." I breathed. His fingers removed mine one by one, and the white material fell to the floor. I felt vulnerable, but I loved the fact that he was the one seeing me like this. Clothed in only a matching white bra and underwear I saw his gaze travel over all of me. When his fingers grazed my sides lightly, I urged myself to not collapse in his arms as I got light-headed. 

"You're beautiful." He told me. I looked straight at him, my head tilting up to meet his eyes.

"Please. Touch me." Seemingly, he couldn't hold himself back any longer - and neither could I. He moved me back, caging me against the wall as his mouth met mine. Hands holding my sides possessively, my head hit the wall as his lips pressed against mine passionately; moving slowly yet deeply. My hands fell against his chest, working to unbutton his top as I felt myself get carried away with Regulus' touch. 

His top fell open, and I pushed it off his shoulders. As it fell to the ground, his hands grabbed the back of my thighs supporting me as I wrapped them around his hips. He was an addiction. A drug I wanted more of. I wanted him against me. To own me. 

My back parted from the wall, and I found myself on the soft sheets of the bed. I watched as he removed his pants and climbed onto the bed, holding himself over me. My hand slid down his chest, feeling his defined figure as he kissed my lips demandingly. He groaned when my hand met his boxers.

"You're not going to be able to go back from this." He warned me, looking me in the eyes. I smiled at his warning, and pulling him down by the neck, flipped us over. Now straddling him, I ran my hands through his dark locks of hair.

"I don't want to." I brought his face towards me by a finger under his chin, but before our lips met, stopped. "But you're going to have to take what you want." I let our lips graze before pulling back. But I didn't get far. 

Regulus's hands pulled me down by my neck, one of them drifting along my back, resting on my butt before giving it a squeeze. "Oh, I'll take it." The hand on my arse slid to my front, then between my thighs. It was still cold. 

"Any last words?" He mumbled against my lips with a joking undertone. 

"Consummate this marriage, Regulus."

With that, my panties were ripped, and while one hand held my hip, the other pressed against my folds. I pulled back from resting against his chest, stabilizing myself by my hands falling to his chest. My legs widened, as a finger pushed slowly into my centre. The heat between us wasn't enough to satisfy me. Creating friction by moving against his hand, his finger slid deeper into me. But only slightly. 

His hand on my hip tightened. I knew his grasp would leave marks the next day, and I honestly relished in the thought of it. By head fell back as he pushed his finger in me all the way. It burned as I tightened. I'd never been with anyone before, just as any pureblood woman should be before marriage; a virgin. 

"Merlin!" I breathed, my chest heaving. 

"That's not my name, darlin'." He told me as his thumb rubbed against my folds. 

"Regulus!" I screamed as I experience the overwhelming mixture of both pain, annoyance, and most of all; pleasure. Every part of me tensed as he pushed another finger into me. I grinded against his hand, trying to take all he was giving me. My mouth fell open as he touched me in all the right places. A knot built up in me, and as I tightened around him, I knew if he pulled his fingers out I'd scream. 

With one harsh movement in me with his fingers, I gave a sharp yell. It felt so good, but hurt so fucking bad. 

"I'm going to make love to you all night long." Regulus promised me. 

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