Professor Riddle's favorite

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I follow his perfect body without shadows due to his lack of humanity up the stairs, there seems to be no end to the wooden stairs that lead us to the first floor. The castle is only lit by candles, everything is preserved in its original state, books spread throughout the castle in open cupboards, the smell of the books in combination with the fireplace and the perfume of the man in front of me. The castle feels warm despite the cold, despite the chilliness of its occupant.My body tired from the ritual, which was even worse than horrible as described, I reach the top of the stairs. Rose bushes cover the windows where a ray of light still comes in here and there. When a beam shines on the skin of the man in front of me, it becomes visible how much his body has suffered from his urge for eternal life. He turns around but he is still beautiful, his eyes focused on the ring on my finger.I try to reassure him. "I'll hide it as soon as I figure out a good place and curse." My breathing quick because of the stairs "You don't have to." He turns and continues his way through the castle corridor, not interested in my tiredness. "Why not?" He opens a door to his right and looks at me as I walk towards the room through the hallway. "Because no one can ever come near you without me being there, this is your room."I follow his outstretched arm into the room, the fireplace crackling, the black wooden four-poster bed made up with green silk sheets, a desk with a quill and parchment in the corner of the room.The flower received as a sign of my submission is blooming on the mantelpiece of the fireplace, unharmed, any flower would wither under the heat but not this one, it is forever just like this relationship.His eyes follow my body as I take in the room, my hand slides over the wooden frame of the bed as I walk to the window free of roses and look into the garden. The garden is like a maze of plants, every shrub or plant in perfect bloom. His white hands flow around my waist as they slowly make their way to my breasts.His cold breath against my neck, goosebumps warming the cold that leaves his lips like an old friend. His hands massage my breasts my nipples evidence of my pleasure from his touch. Once again completely taken over by his presence, I rest my head back on his chest. Ever since I split my soul for his eternal touch, I miss it. the few days felt like years and now that he finally touches me again I melt like wax in his arms.“Watching you kill was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.” My thoughts wander to the look in the eyes of the boy who thought he was getting tutoring but was brutally murdered. Searching for a feeling of guilt that is repeatedly exchanged for the thoughts that I would otherwise lose him. The thoughts of having to continue without him overwhelm every other emotion as the sick obsession continues to eat its way through my body. His breathing quickens against my neck as my eyes slowly close. "Infinitely you are my most beautiful possession, like the rose on the mantle I will treat and adore you, death no longer an enemy, jealousy no longer necessary, while I take over the world people will bow to you, even Draco."My eyes open when I hear the name of the blond-haired boy who expressed his concerns in the carriage. His hands slide to my back and open the zipper over my cold skin, his hands help the straps over my shoulders as the dress leaves my body and I stand in front of the window in just a thong.His hand in my hair as he pushes my cheek against the window and my nipples react again due to the cold of the glass, my upper body caught between the window and his grip. "What did he say to you and why didn't you inform me immediately."My eyes cast to the side, I take in his face, his eyes seem to have a red glow despite their black color, his clearly visible jawline tense. "He was just worried, I don't think it's that important."His hand grabs the strap of my thong and in one jerk he tears the thong from my body, the strap cuts into my stomach before it snaps. His hand pushes my face harder against the window, freeing his erection he pushes himself against my entrance. "Not important? What if I lose you? what if the last piece that keeps me human leaves me? I will kill everyone until you find your way back to me."He takes my breath away as he pushes himself inside, a growl leaving his mouth that vibrates through my body. I never seem to get used to the violence with which he claims my body as his own with his length, but every time the pain quickly makes way for pleasure. "I'm with you because I want to Tom, no one can change my opinion, not even Draco."The words leave my mouth in phases in time with his thrusts as cracks form in the glass he pushes me against with force. "What did you call me?"The small cracks in the window with pieces of glass sticking out push themselves into my skin, relieved when he takes me away from the window and turns me around, I stare at him. "Tom" My heart rate speeds up as small drops of blood form across my chest, as if seeing the damage to my skin turns him on even more than he already was, he runs his finger over the drops."I hate that name, same name as my muggle father, say it again?" My voice hoarse through the lump formed in my throat "Tom" A grin on his face because of my nerves, his hand sliding up to rest on my cheek as his thumb rubs it, smearing my own blood across my face.“I don't hate it that much when it comes out of your mouth.” His lips against mine, covering them completely, his hands behind my head as if he's afraid I'll escape. My hands carefully stretched forward, I finally explore his body without him correcting me, his abdominal muscles can be felt under my fingertips, slowly sliding down until my hand reaches his length. My hands slowly slide up and down as he breathes harder into my mouth, excited by the feeling of possessing a form of dominance at this moment I speed up my movement.Pushing his fingertips into my head, he tries to keep himself under control while I do my best to deprive him of any form of control. I push him back while he breaks the kiss and pulls my head back by my hair, my hands have found their pace around his length and with gritted teeth he takes a step back with each push until his legs touch the frame of the bed.His pleasure exceeds his anger and he allows himself to be steered onto the bed while my hands do not break contact with him, knowing that he will then immediately reclaim his dominance. My legs on each side of his waist as I position my entrance above his erection.Slowly I let him stretch me, his eyes focused on my face, his arms resting under his head, his biceps flexed along his head. A grin on his face when he sees that it takes effort to sit down completely, his hands on each side of my hips as he helps me down while I throw my head back. He helps me holding on to my hips in a sliding motion back and forth.His nails in my skin, my nails in his chest, connected in every possible way. my moans supported by his breathing, taken over again on the way to my climax. His eyes focused on my face, while his lacks emotion, he reads mine on my face like no other and picks up the pace as he pushes his hips up. My moan turns into a scream as my orgasm takes me over and drops me exhausted on his chest, he sees the opportunity to reclaim his dominance and moves his hips, our bodies slap together covered in sweat, the sound accompanies me in the silent room . One hand in his hair, the other resting on his neck while my mouth hangs over his ear and my moans raise goosebumps on his skin under my fingers.Pushing his mouth against my neck, he empties himself into me, the vibrations of his muffled growls in my neck. I continue to lie on top of him with my arms under his head while his hand pats my back and a laugh escapes my mouth. "What is funny?" I come up and look at him "You're patting my back like I'm an animal." He gets up annoyed and pushes me onto the bed and starts gathering his clothes. "It's nice that you tried." I follow his naked body, which is once again captured in his clothes. "You talk too much ." He bends over my naked body on the bed after he has dressed himself and his fingers slide over the wounds on my body, I look up and know that I have to be careful with my words. "This is my room, so you have your own?" His eyes roll in their sockets. "I told you from the beginning that it will never happen that we sleep in the same bed." His grin teasingly on his face "You also thought a woman would never live in your house."He gets up and walks towards the door where he stops with his back turned to me. "We'll see, I hate what you make me do, explore the house and don't bother me."