I stirred slightly, my body still heavy with sleep, and let my eyes flutter open. The first sight that greeted me made a soft smile spread across my lips. There he was-Draco, lying beside me, his bare chest broad and strong, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
Most mornings, after a night like last night, he'd slip out of bed to make breakfast, leaving me alone with tangled sheets and memories. But today was different. He was still here, the warmth of his body close enough to feel, the quiet intimacy of the moment making it feel as though time had paused just for us.
I pulled the blanket tighter around my naked body, the cool air of the room making me shiver. Slowly, I inched closer to him, seeking the comfort and warmth of his body. His skin radiated heat, and as I buried myself in the space between us, his scent wrapped around me like a soft embrace. There was something about it-earthy, clean, and unmistakably that made my heart ache in the most beautiful way.
The sunlight streaming in through the window fell in golden stripes across his form, illuminating him in a way that felt almost surreal. His blonde hair shimmered in the light, strands falling messily across his forehead. He looked so effortlessly beautiful, the kind of beauty that felt raw and unfiltered as if he didn't even have to try. His lips, slightly parted, drew my gaze, and I felt the familiar pull urge to press mine against his, to taste the remnants of last night on his mouth.
My eyes wandered down his pale skin, now marked with the evidence of our passion. Hickeys and bite marks painted a map across his body, each one a memory, a moment when I couldn't resist him.
I let my fingers trace light patterns across Draco's bare chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath my touch. His skin was warm, soft in some places, and firm in others. Leaning forward, I pressed delicate kisses along his chest, savoring the way his body shifted ever so slightly beneath me.
A low, incoherent mumble escaped his lips, his brows furrowing as if in mild irritation. His arms instinctively tightened around me, pulling me closer even in his half-asleep state.
I couldn't help but smile at his sleepy, slightly annoyed expression. It made him look so unguarded, so endearing. The mischievous part of me wanted to push him further, so I shifted slightly and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his slightly parted lips.
His frown deepened, his lips pressing together as though in protest. It was utterly adorable. I stifled a giggle, my lips curling into a grin as I leaned down again, this time trailing kisses along his neck and collarbone. Each kiss was deliberate, slow, and purposeful, leaving faint marks on his pale skin, a reminder of my affection.
"Keep this up," he suddenly murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep.
"...and I'll have to fuck you again."
I froze for a moment, his words sending a shiver through me. Lifting my head, I met his gaze, his silver eyes hazy but intent. Instead of responding to his challenge, I smiled brightly and chirped.
"Good morning!"
The tension in his expression melted, his eyes softening as a small, affectionate smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He leaned in, brushing his lips against my forehead in a sweet, lingering kiss.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice gentle now.
I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. It was intoxicating, warm, and familiar, and it made my heart swell with contentment.
"What time is it?" he asked softly, his voice still hoarse with sleep.
I tilted my head to meet his gaze again, my fingers lightly trailing over his collarbone.
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Stockholm Syndrome (Draco X Reader)
FanfictionI am an ordinary woman, not rich, not famous, just a clerk in a small bookstore. Of course, an ordinary woman like me would be of no interest to anyone, so I was perplexed as to why I was suddenly kidnapped...And the man who kidnapped me was a stran...
