Not About Angels (A Tom Riddle Story)

Chapter 48

Important: I know it was previously mentioned that Abigail was a third year and Tom was a fourth....but i've decided to push it forward to accommodate the plot. Abigail/Sam/Cassie/Penny are fourth years, and Tom/Gabriel are fifth years.  

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They held each other in the rain. For once, Tom Riddle let his guard fall. He needed her to understand him. 

He needed her back on his side because she was always, always the only thing he ever truly had. he carried her though the halls, and she was in his heaven.    

He needed to feel her bare skin against his. 

He brought her to the room of requirement. He had discovered this room long ago...

This time, it was a white king-sized bed with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.  

He threw her on the bed. She sat up, smiling at him. 

He opens a box for her, revealing a jeweled locket. 

"Salazar Slytherin's locket."

"Tom-" 

He unbuttons the first two buttons of her shirt, and slides it down her shoulders a bit to reveal her collar. He brushes her hair aside gently and puts the locket around her neck. She sighed, feeling his fingers dance across her skin softly. 

"It's so beautiful." She whispered, feeling the cold locket in her hands. the locket was heavy. Pure gold, with a glittering green emerald square in the middle.  

He plants a kiss on her neck. 

"Only with someone worthy of its beauty." He says, his lips traveling up to her ear. He slips the shirt off entirely, and kisses down her collar bone. She ran her fingers through his soft black hair, feeling utter bliss. 

He began gentle, but became more and more dominant, rough. He bit her skin, leaving little marks on her pale skin. 

"Tom." She whispered, a little scared. 

He begins to bite her lip. 

"Tom." 

"What's wrong?" He whispers into her lips. 

"I'm scared." 

"Don't be." Tom says. "You're in good hands, I promise." 

"Is it going to hurt?" 

"Only if you want it to." he smiles, ready to devour her entirely, pressing kisses on her bare chest. "I'll try to be gentle, I promise." 

"Your promises never held much weight, did they?" She laughs. 

He smirked. "Exactly." 

He kisses her lips again, lifting up her neck with his strong hands. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling all of him. He slipped out of his shirt, revealing his toned, muscular chest.   

He kissed her everywhere, and made her scream in places no one ever reached before... 

He slipped out of his clothes and stood before her, fully naked, before coming down and taking her like a storm. 

She felt him inside her, intense pain and pleasure all at once. He slipped in and out of her, making her feel so weak underneath him. She couldn't help but let out soft noises at the back of her throat. Her sharp nails dug into the skin of his back, leaving red marks on his muscular back. 

He took her that night, under the candlelight. He finally deflowered his precious Abigail. It was what he needed. Release. 

Not just rough sex with some pretty girl whose name he will forget in the morning. This was different.