Emily's POV
Theo's lips crash against mine, the urgency in his kiss pulling me closer. My fingers tangle in his hair as he presses me down onto the bed, his body warm above me. His hands move with ease, tracing the curve of my waist, sliding under the hem of my shirt trying to feel the skin beneath.
Honestly, it is the same as always, neither very good nor very bad.
Theo just didn't know how to please me the way I wanted.
Maybe I was too demanding , because all the girls he had been with before me boasted about their experience together, saying he was amazing in bed and they had done things they had never done before.
I don't know if Theo has gotten lazy over the years or what, but those "impressive things" he supposedly did with other girls weren't happening with me.
Or maybe they just weren't impressive to me because I am, well, too demanding.
But lately, I have found a way to enjoy our time alone more.
Okay, maybe it isn't the best idea, but it works for me.
Since I couldn't get Malfoy out of my head the other day, it was difficult to focus on Theo even though he was the one I was with.
So, unintentionally, last week, when he said he was going to reward me for helping him with his wounds, I thought of Malfoy.
Yes, you heard me right.
I thought of the blonde when Theo started kissing me, when his hand moved dangerously close to my waist, and when he began whispering in my ear. I thought of the blond when his fingers touched me with ease and also when his hips collided with mine aggressively and , believe me, it worked.
I finished much faster than usual, and that's saying something since, lately, I was having trouble even getting there.
It's not like Theo focused only on his own pleasure.
He always tried to make sure I was as comfortable as possible and that I enjoyed it, but he lacked that something that made my knees weak and my voice tremble when I tried to respond to him.
He lacked the important part of it.
Getting me to react.
His kisses start to trail down my neck, a path he's taken a hundred times before, but tonight, they feel more dull than ever. Not because of anything he's doing, but because I'm not present.
My mind is drifting constantly, and I can't stop it.
I can't stop thinking that this should feel better, that I should want this more.
Since this new... technique had worked well for me, I continued using it every time I slept with Theo this week.
And now wasn't any different.
His movements become more urgent, his body pressing more insistently against mine, and I feel his hips start to grind against me while he whispers something about me looking beautiful. My own hips respond instinctively, matching his rhythm.
But I can only think about how good it would feel if it were Draco and not Theo moving his hips against me, trying to get me to lose control.
So, I start imagining it.
I close my eyes and there he is, the image of that git inside me.
Suddenly, I begin to recall the things he whispered to me the other night.
"You can't resist me, can you? You can't resist me just like I can't resist you. Those little shivers, the way your legs tremble just from me being this close."
Damn.
"You can't even form a coherent thought when I'm this close, can you? I bet this doesn't happen when you're with him."
Everything is going relatively well, I am about to finish, and everything is under control.
Until my mind decides to replay the moment Draco said some pretty little words that almost drove me crazy at the moment, and now, too.
"Say it again, Greenleaf. Moan my name for me. I want to hear you say it over and over until it's the only thing you can think about."
Unable to think clearly anymore, I give in, moaning his name and doing what he had asked me to do the other day and which I hadn't given him the pleasure of doing.
"Malfoy..." I murmur silently, unable to control the movement of the lower half of my body while my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Theo's voice snaps me out of my wet dream.
"What the fuck? What the fuck did you just say?"
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Serpent's Veil || Draco Malfoy.
FanfictionEmily Greenleaf is not a good person. She's the kind of girl who smiles sweetly while plotting your downfall, who knows exactly how to make you feel like the most important person in the room-until she doesn't need you anymore. Manipulative, cunning...