heedless by romanshome

steamy night

His hands held her as if she was going to melt through his touch.With a hoarse mutter against her lips, Mr. Malfoy mumbled apparate before the world around thetwo of them vanished from the environment. Athena felt the soles of her dirty sneakers dig into thecold—black below her that had merged into a flush, plump matting of a carpet that welcomed hersweetly. Their lips didn't break for a second as he walked forward, slamming her back against thewall, as both of his hands clung to her cheeks with a dominant intent.

His lips were stained with the taste of spearmint, which kept pushing against hers with a hiddenneed. Her breathing became heavier as he didn't let her move at all, her hands gripping hismuscular biceps that were being flexed under the restringing frantic of the white, collared longsleeve shirt he had been wearing. The bottom of his glasses nudged against her nose as he grabbedboth of her wrists, being gentle with the one that had been wrapped in a cast, and pinned themagainst the wall.

Closing his soft lips around the wound on her lip, he ran his tongue over it as he continued to kissher. A soft moan fell from her lips at the soothing action, her heart fluttering, as she felt waves ofmore and more arousal begin to form in the pit of her stomach. His touch was a cascade of firesthat lit upon her flesh, burning everything in its path. When he finally pulled away from her, tips oftheir noses touching, his eyes had completely morphed from clear and icey to dark and storm—filled. His blue hues were foggy as he stared right into her eyes, both of their lips puffy and coveredin each other's spit.

She felt shy under his intense stare, biting her lower lip as her cheeks blushed a deep scarlett. Hiseyes flickered at the action."Don't fucking bite your lip," he demanded—voice stern and grim. A hint of possessiveness flashedin his eyes as she instantly obeyed, releasing it from the hold of her teeth. His fingers tightenedaround her forearms, in which he slightly gasped, as his eyes turned red. He had completelychanged. "I..."His eyes flickered down to her lips."am...."He licked his own."going..."He looked back up at her with red, animalistic hues."to fucking ruin you, Athena."Her lips fell open at his words, stomach twisting as her pussy throbbed at the sentence he spat out.

Her chest tightened at the sinister look he sent her, and then she let out almost a choking sound."Please do."His lips stretched into a malicious smile. Almost like he was imagining what he was going to do toher. And then—he shocked her.He released her from his grip.With wide eyes, she blinked quickly. "Did I—"He spun around, giving her a great view of his braid back, as he slowly stepped over to his bed. Adark forest green comforter spread across the mattress, appearing to be queen sized—because itwas huge. The black headboard added to the elegance as he pulled out his wand from the back ofhis pocket, still not turning to face her, as he spoke out a spill swiftly from his lips. And then aglowing light appeared on the ceiling, making Athena frown, her eyes sweeping up to where it hadsprouted from.

Her cheeks flushed. Breathing becoming labored, her heart sunk into her stomach. Her throat wentdry as she studied the giant mirror that spread across the ceiling, where it was no longer a whitewall but just the reflecting glass. Her legs shook as her brows furrowed in completely confusion,and he snapped over to her without turning around. Shifting his head to the side, she only spottedhis perfect, sharp side profile. "Come over here, love."Still eyeing the mirror, her feet carried her towards the eery man that stood right in front of his bed.As soon as he felt her presence beside her, his eyes snapped over to her, and he sent her a shit—eating smirk. One that send shivers down her spine. "Can you do something for me, mon cherie?"The French words added onto the lust that poisoned her system. She was aware that his wordsvaguely translated to the words My Dear—but the way his voice dropped an octave when he spokethe other language made her knees weak. She couldn't speak without sounding like a mindlesspathetic child, so instead she just nodded, her breath absolutely taken away by the messy—hairedman in front of her.