Bound by secrets

Chapter 18

"I've been thinking about this all night," Draco whispered, his voice low and full of heat.

I bit my lip, feeling the familiar surge of excitement rush through me. "You're not the only one."

He smirked, pulling me closer as his hands trailed down my back. "I've got something special in mind for you tonight, love."

Before I could even ask what he meant, he pulled me toward the bed, lifting the blanket to reveal a sleek black box.

My curiosity piqued, I glanced up at him as he opened it, revealing an assortment of toys—silk cuffs, a couple of vibrators, and some other things that immediately made my pulse quicken.

"Draco..." I whispered, my voice breathless.

"Trust me?" he asked, his eyes locking onto mine, filled with mischief and desire.

I nodded, my breath hitching in anticipation.

He smirked, lifting the cuffs from the box and motioning for me to turn around. I complied, my pulse racing as he gently but firmly tied my wrists together with the soft, silk restraints.

His touch was light and teasing as he ran his hands over my bare skin, his lips following the path of his fingers.

"You're going to love this," he murmured against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He guided me onto the bed, positioning me on my back, my wrists restrained above my head as he slowly, torturously began to undress me. Every inch of skin he revealed, he kissed, his mouth hot and teasing against my flesh.

"Draco," I whimpered, arching my back as his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of my thighs.

"Patience," he purred, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "We've got all night."

He reached for one of the toys, turning it on with a low buzz that immediately had my full attention. Slowly, he teased it along the inside of my thighs, deliberately avoiding the spot where I needed him most, driving me absolutely insane.

"Please..." I begged, my voice breathless, straining against the cuffs.

"Not yet, love," he said, grinning as he continued his torturous teasing, watching me squirm beneath him. "I want to hear you beg for it."

After what felt like an eternity of teasing, he finally relented, positioning himself between my legs. His mouth found my most sensitive spot, his tongue moving with a precision that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I gasped, my hands tugging helplessly at the restraints as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

By the time he finally took off the cuffs and we came together, it was explosive, raw, and intense—like nothing else mattered but the two of us, lost in the moment.

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The next morning, I woke up groggy, my head pounding from the amount of alcohol we'd all consumed the night before. Draco was still asleep beside me, his arm draped over my waist, but the sound of house-elves bustling in the hallway pulled me out of bed. I groaned, my body sore in the best way as I pulled on a robe and made my way downstairs to the smell of breakfast.

By the time I got to the kitchen, everyone else was already there—looking just as hungover as I felt.

Theo was slumped over the table, his head resting on his arms while Pansy was quietly nursing a cup of coffee. Blaise and Nora were side by side, looking equally worse for wear.

"Morning," I muttered, rubbing my temples as I sat down at the table.

"Barely," Blaise mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee. "What the hell did we drink last night?"