heedless by romanshome

poet's corner

His hands were always on her.

Whenever they had managed to be alone, Draco apparated them into his room before wasting no time. His large hands would roam her tan, sun-kissed skin that illuminated just for him, making every inch of her flesh as his. He made sure that she rode out every pinnacle that had unleashed within her figure—his lips sucking on every accessible spot within reach.

Her lips.

Her neck.

The valley between her breast.

And her small fingers would tug the strands of his pale hair, small moans melting into his ears like a melody of rhythms. Her trembling body would be encased in his as he snapped into her with an intent of ravaging her—taking away every single touch that wasn't his off her body. She was possessive of him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he took her away from the reality of wonders—

And had her. Over and over again.

Her thoughts constantly swirled about him. When she would see him again—how his skin feltrubbing against hers. The beautiful sight of his mouth falling open, a deep groan emitting from his pink lips—emptying himself inside of her to the brim. He had been the pure definition of sublimity, not spotting a single flaw on his sharp yet tentative features.

The past two weeks were a flur of clothes thrown onto the ground, messy kisses all over oneanother's bodies, her petite body sinking down onto the excitement he held for her. She shed tears of pleasure everyone—because he always pushed her over the brink. She had grown fond of him, and she figured the same, since he had asked her to join him on the weekend getaway they had planned before.

And of course, she said yes. A million times yes.

She had told her friends that she was heading off to visit her family—which is why she had packed her bags for the next three days. She clutched the leather—black bag in her hands as she apparated to the manor, where Draco had greeted her with shiny eyes. Kissing her lips, he informed her that he had to finish off a few more things for work before they left to the hotel—and told her to get ready. To wear something nice.

So here she was, in his room—pulling on the thin green dress that hugged her body snugly. Herconfidence hadn't been over the moon yet, but it had definitely escalated ever since she embarked on this thing with Draco. She wasn't sure if it was a relationship, but whatever it was—she liked it.

It made her feel that sudden spark of euphoria that had slid past her veins, frozen to ice. Butslowly, but assuringly, Draco's words filled with dire and passion was melting away the layer ofice that had speared the spark.

Her eyes swept over her reflection in the mirror, her mass of curls tied up into a bun. It twirled into a knot, stray curls falling down her forehead, as her caramel-brown hues contrasted beautifully against the forest green dress wrapped around her waist. She found her hands smoothing down the front of it, her cheeks pink due to the blush she applied—and felt the corners of her lips twitch.

Her eyes flashed.

She looked pretty.