Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 51

Delicately, we kissed one another as we stood in our undergarments allowing time to slow down and tension to build. My strong legs wrapped around the man's waist when he lifted me up. The warmth of our skin kept me from shivering as Abraxas carried, then placed me on the large bed. Allowing my legs to glide along his sides and down his back, I savored the feel of his thin lips. His mouth widened to invite my tongue that snuck between both our mouths.

Our lips broke so we could catch our breath, but soon lips were pressing against my neck and chest. My slender fingers brushed through the white-golden hair as his hands pulled their way down my back to parallel the lips that moved down my torso, pausing at my stomach. Rising and falling like a small boat lost in an ocean storm, my body struggled to ease its passions.

Continuing to busy my hands with the man's soft, long hair, I nervously trembled when Abraxas' teeth began dragging away my lace garter belt and knickers. A sigh broke the silence of the room when Abraxas' mouth hit its mark. Automatically, my hands gripped his hair tightly and my toes curled up as if ice was pressing itself into me. The small of my back arched as hands latched onto my rump and tightly clasped the soft, plump skin. My moans increased when lips, tongue, and teeth successfully labored between my legs.

Within minutes, Abraxas surfaced and licked my body, stopping to rest his lips on my chest. Diligently, I massaged his shoulders and caressed his neck while whispering to him in Parseltongue. "I wish this could always be."

Abraxas stopped to meet my eyes, "Tell me." He asked so simply that I could not bring myself to lie to the man. A smile bloomed on his face in reply to the wish I repeated for him to understand. "It can be, if you wish it."

"How?" Tears swelled up inside of me as a thought of true happiness entered my life.

"Stay with me." Abraxas held my face with his hands. "Maven, marry me." The adoring depth of the brown eyes that stared, cornered me like a helpless creature; I feared everything about them.

"What would Lucius think?"

"I think he would be delighted to have a mother."

"But he knows me already as Maera Zeria." I reminded Abraxas and his large brows knit in contemplation.

A few seconds dragged as the man thought and played with my hair. "He needs a motherly figure. Rid yourself of the crutch you created; Miss Zeria does not even exist. Make her disappear and return to me as yourself. Please, no one will ever know."

"Obliviating his memory of me would guarantee him not remembering."

"You have all sorts of tricks up your sleeve, Maven."

I shrugged, not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"So, what say you? Marry me?"

Internally, I struggled between happiness and power. Which one did I want more? Which one was better for me in reality? My dark eyes carefully debated as they fixed upon the brown ones before me. "May I think on it?"

"You may, but not too much." Abraxas smiled, and kissed me gently.

Placidly, I returned the careful kiss and lay my head against the feather pillow beneath me. Abraxas rested his head on my chest and caressed my abdomen as I pondered, continuously passed my fingers through his long hair.

Lunch time quickly arrived as we lay in bed exchanging words between moments of kisses and caresses. We remained in the bedchamber to eat food Dobby had prepared and joked with one another about trivial things, like how the Ministry of Magic always seemed to fail at containing or implementing the laws of the magical world. The day ended perfectly and the next was even better. Waking up beside Abraxas comforted me, and I found myself struggling with his proposition to marry him. I wanted to, but I still wanted the freedom to do whatever I pleased.

That day, we walked through the countryside and showed off different spells we both had learned over the years. My favorite spell that Abraxas performed was one that turned a field of snow into millions of soap bubbles. He said it was a rather silly one that his wife taught him, but I loved it. Between our engaging conversations, the silence we shared with one another was something that I wished all other people understood and respected as a simple appreciation of the other person's presence.

The hours flew by as hastily as the bubbles that scattered the countryside before they popped. We walked hand-in-hand and admired the wanton winter landscape that I had always found more pleasing than the rain of spring and heat of summer. I was ever so glad that Lucius invited me to spend Christmas with him and his father. Though I had to admit, I was not prepared for his father being such a fantastic and cordial man.

It amazed me how thoughtful, genuine, and loving Abraxas could be; it made me wonder why Lucius acted the way he did. The loss of Mrs. Malfoy must have been so hard on Abraxas that he forgot to show affection toward his son. I gave Abraxas' hand a squeeze as we Apparated back to Malfoy Manor after the long day.