Bound by secrets

Chapter 16

Draco's hand never left the small of my back as we made our way through the dimly lit corridors, guiding me towards his dorm with a quiet urgency. My mind was a haze of alcohol and desire, the warmth of his touch igniting something deep inside me that had been dormant for so long. I couldn't remember the last time I felt like this—so alive, so in control.

The door to his dorm clicked shut behind us, and the quiet that followed was almost deafening. It was just the two of us now.

My heart raced in my chest, a mix of excitement and nerves. I wanted this—I wanted him—but there was still a part of me that hesitated, a part that wondered if I was really ready for what was about to happen.

Draco must have sensed my hesitation because he stopped and turned to face me, his expression soft, though his eyes were still dark with desire.

"We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he said, his voice low, gentle.

His words made my heart swell with something more than just lust. He wasn't pressuring me. He wasn't expecting anything. He just wanted me to feel safe, to feel like I had a choice.

But I didn't want to back down now. I wanted this—more than I had wanted anything in a long time. I needed to feel in control of my body again, to reclaim it as my own. And with Draco, it didn't feel wrong. It didn't feel forced or painful. It felt right.

"I want this," I whispered, stepping closer to him. "I'm ready."

Draco didn't say anything else. Instead, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me softly, his lips brushing against mine with a tenderness that sent shivers down my spine.

The kiss deepened, his hands moving to my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the heat of his body, the way he tensed under my touch, and it only fueled the fire that was building inside me.

Slowly, he backed me up towards the bed, his lips never leaving mine. When the back of my legs hit the mattress, I sat down, pulling him with me.

Draco hovered over me, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt. But there was none. I wanted this. I needed this.

He kissed me again, more urgently this time, as his hands began to roam my body. His fingers slid under my dress, pushing it up until he could pull it over my head, tossing it to the side.

I shivered as the cool air hit my bare skin, but the warmth of Draco's body soon replaced it. His lips traveled down my neck, across my collarbone, sending jolts of pleasure through me with every kiss.

I reached for him, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine.

He helped me, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing it aside before leaning back down to kiss me again. The feeling of his bare chest pressed against mine was intoxicating, and I could feel my desire for him growing with every passing second.

Draco's hands moved to the waistband of my skirt, and he paused, glancing up at me for permission. I nodded, lifting my hips slightly to help him as he slid the fabric down my legs.

I felt exposed, vulnerable, but in the best possible way. Draco's gaze roamed over my body, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration and desire.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

I blushed at his words, but before I could respond, his lips were on me again, trailing down my body until they reached the waistband of my underwear.

He paused for a moment, his breath hot against my skin, and I felt my heart race in anticipation. Then, slowly, he pulled them down, leaving me completely bare before him.