Enchanted Royalty

Chapter 28

Madeline- Warning-Sexual Content.

I waited until the castle felt asleep. 

I could usually tell when it was. The guards stopped pacing this side of the corridor, and the lights were so dim the hallway looked terrifying, reminding me more of a tunnel than a hallway. Normally, I would be dead asleep by now, but not anymore. 

I heard the door open, heard his soft footsteps as they reached my bed, felt my covers being lifted, and his weight settle in beside me. 

His lips brushed my cheek. "Hi Madeline," 

 I turned into him without thinking, burying my face in his chest. He still smelled the same, sharp mint and expensive cologne. Cologne that I once tried to identify but failed miserably. It smelled like him, cool, expensive, untouchable. 

"Hi Draco." My leg wrapped around his, my arms curling around his chest. "How was your day?"

He let out a slow breath. "Frustrating." 

"I'm guessing things with your father didn't do well?"

A low laugh rumbled through his chest, the kind that didn't mean what I said was funny but he just needed to laugh. "You could say that."

I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his brows still furrowed, like he was holding it all together. Holding himself together.

I hesitated before whispering, "Can...can I ask what happened?" 

For a second, I thought he wasn't going to answer. He arm stayed heavy around my waist, his breathing even. Maybe he fell asleep. Or maybe he didn't want me to know.

But then he shifted slightly, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against my side. "He was in love with a muggle girl." Draco finally said, voice flat. 

I blinked, not sure if I heard him right. "What?" 

I sat up so fast that I almost knocked into Draco's nose. "Lucius Malfoy?"

"Yes, Lucius Malfoy." 

"Who?"

"A girl named Lucy." Draco muttered, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "He met her at some bakery her father owed." 

I stared at him, stunned into silence. Lucius Malfoy-the man who practically breathed blood purity and tradition-had once fallen for a Muggle girl in a bakery?

Draco glanced at me, even he could see the disbelief on my face. "I didn't believe it either. I only found out when I saw him today." 

There was a long pause. My heart was still racing, trying to wrap itself around this version of Lucious I had never even imagined.

"Did...did something happen to her?" I asked, quietly.

Draco's fingers stilled against my side. "She died. My grandfather killed her. They broke the girl according to him. He said that he begged them to let her live, pleaded for them to let her live, but grandpa wouldn't listen. He killed her." 

I froze. My breath caught somewhere between my throat, and I wasn't sure I remembered how to breathe properly. The silence that followed was unbearable. I could feel it pressing down on us, heavy and cold.

I looked at him, really looked at him, and something in his expression cracked wide open. Not grief, not exactly, but a kind of horror that had been buried in him. 

"Draco-" 

"I didn't see it coming, especially not from him." 

"Do you think he's telling you the truth? Did he really fall in love with her?"

"I do, and I know for a fact that he was the one who sent Erik Gale after you, because that's what his father did to him. He thinks were going to learn that way."

"God that's...awful." I breathed, "I'm so sorry."

Draco shrugged but didn't reply.

 Instead, he lifted his head and brushed his lips against mine-soft, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to just ignore the memory for a while.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." He murmured against my lips. 

I didn't pull away. I didn't press him, either. I just nodded, the movement barley there. He cupped the back of my neck, and closed the small distant between us, my hands fisted the front of our shirt, as he rolled us over until I was on my back, and he had pressed me into the mattress. 

He kissed me deeply, we probably needed to stop, put a silencing spell and double lock the doors, but I didn't want to stop, and he didn't either. His hands tangled in my hair, my hands moved to his waist pulling at his flesh and encouraging him to come closer.

My body was burning up, as we swayed together. He was bigger than me, so much broader, and it thrilled me. The weight of his body on top of mine was too much, and not enough at the same time.  Every time I couldn't take the pressure, my hands dragged him down harder. 

"Fuck," Draco groaned deep in his throat, as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling us even closer. My hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the hard and taut muscles on him. 

I broke the kiss, I didn't want too, but I needed air. His silver blue eyes were darker than ever as he took off my shirt, feeling his fingertips burning me everywhere he touched, he rubbed his erection against me.

Draco's hand slid under my back, unclipping my bra with ease. His hands went to my breasts, caressing every inch of my naked skin. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous." 

He kissed down my skin until he got to the start of my shorts, pressing the tip of his tongue through the space between my belly button and the strip of my clothes, he took off my shorts, and panties. 

He spread my legs and I delt completely exposed to him, with him fully clothed and me in absolutely nothing. "Beautiful," I heard him whisper.

He put his mouth on my inner thigh, starting to kiss and bite up and down my thigh. "Draco," I groaned.

"Please," I complained, as I felt his lips curve into a smirk before moving to my other thigh.

"What do you want, princess?" He asked, amused. 

"Touch me.... please." 

He smiled.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I have other plans in mind for the two of us." He replied, as he moved closer to my face. This kiss was messy and rougher, like the anticipant was too much for him at this point. He pulled off his shirt, and kicked off his pajama trousers, and pants. He grabbed his dick and positioned himself at my entrance. 

"Mmh, you're really ready for me." Draco whispered in my ear, his eyes went back to mine, he caught my lip with his teeth, creased my upper lip with his thumb, before pushing into me. We moaned at the same time, I could feel every inch of him inside of me.

"Fuck, how can you feel so damn good?" Draco whispered, his voice hoarse, while he pushed himself even deeper and harder. 

"Draco," I closed my eyes.

"You want me to stop?"

"No, don't you dare stop." I groaned, he picked up harder, his pace faster. He knew exactly where my sweet spot was.

My lips brushed his shoulder, before I sank my teeth into him. I was so close, I could feel myself tighten around him, making him moan, before I finally felt my orgasm invade me.

"That's it, princess." He whispered, before giving himself one last push before releasing himself with one last hard moan. 

He buried his head in the cook of my neck, our chests heaving and our bodies still connected. 

You're doing it all over again Draco Malfoy, you're making me fall even deeper in love with you.