Inferno | Draco Malfoy

050 | Green Apples & Cherries

Time no longer exists.

There's only the irregular rhythm of my breathing.

My body flushes with this indescribable feeling.

Perhaps the monsters I've been fighting off for so long aren't truly monsters. My stomach erupts with the same tingly feeling and there's such a huge fluttering sensation. It spreads throughout my whole body and it surges my blood pressure by an unhealthy amount.

Butterflies.

He practically knocked the wind out of my lungs; I'm still blown away. His eyes are shut and I take a second longer to admire his beauty and heated face before shutting my eyes as well, taking it all in.

His lips are soft and warm on mine. He kisses me as if I'm delicate, so dear to him.

It almost feels tender. Almost because there's a gentle urgency. I can feel it.

It's a little awkward and I have no idea what to do, yet, I improvise and go along with it.

There's a distinctive taste on his lips, apples.

Specifically green apples. Like the one he ate a few minutes ago.

I have never been a fan of the fruit. Perhaps all I needed to do was to try it in a different way.

On his lips.

Our kiss might not be ideal.

I mean, we just argued not even a minute ago and now we are lost within each other. Completely lost in our trance.

But, it's perfect in my eyes. Everything about this is as sweet as a trip to Honeydukes and as hot as a shot of firewhisky.

In mere seconds, my ribcage might open its heavenly gates and my violently convulsing heart will be thrown out the exact way Lucifer fell to his hell.

Draco's hands tighten around my wrists so that he could continue to hold himself up and prevent collapsing on top of me.

I wouldn't mind if he comes tumbling down on me, that would only mean I'd feel him with my whole body.

I free a hand from his grasp and he kisses me harder, as if he feels the need to keep the insane closure.

His other hand still pins me down; I cup his face to remain steady.

Although, my esurient want gets the better of me and my hand moves to his hair.

Draco stifles a little groan in my mouth and I lift my hips to be closer to him.

That's when his free hand trails over my waist, then hips. I hold him tighter, encouraging him to touch me more.

He feels me as though he's been desiring this, me, for an eternity.

He runs his hand over my curves repeatedly, trying to study which area gives me the most pleasure based on how deep I dig my fingers in his hair.

His grip is firm, ring pressing on me, savouring me as if I'll never return to him again.

Draco's touching me shamelessly and I can't help but love every second of it.

I shift around, uncomfortable with how far my skirt had skidded up. And then, as if he just knows, I feel his hand on the fabric of my skirt. He fixes it for me and God, I've never found him more desirable in my entire existence.

I pull his head in further, not caring that our noses brush against each other.

His body finally presses against my own and I squirm underneath him.