Merry Christmas Mr. Malfoy (Book 1)

Chapter 24 : Unleashing the Fire

Unleashing the Fire

( I hope you all can tell what's going to happen in this chapter by the title. In other words : SMUT WARNING (At least for the first half ).)

They slowly separated from the kiss, as though they never wanted to let go. His hands cupped her face, thumbs gently tracing her cheeks as he smiled down at her.

She was so beautiful; he couldn't believe he had ever wanted to hate her for the rest of eternity. Her eyes glistened with tears, hair tousled around her blushing face, and her lips full and ripe, perfect for kisses.

How come he hadn't seen it before? How come he had been so blind for so long?

"Draco…"

"Hmm?" He leaned down to place butterfly kisses along her jaw. "Yes?"

"I really do love you," she replied softly, holding his body closer to hers. "I love you so much."

He nuzzled her throat, listening to her soft mewl of pleasure, enjoying the way she arched her head back, giving him easier access. "You do realize how insane we are, right?"

"Yes," she gasped out as his lips found a nerve. "Quite insane. In a matter of weeks we managed to fall in love with each other, I would say we're quite insane. But it's a good insanity."

"Why?" He slid his tongue out, tracing the path of her jugular, from the back of her ear down to her collarbone. She tasted so good, so damn delicious…he wasn't sure if he would be able to contain himself this time.

"Because if we weren't so insane, we wouldn't be in love," she replied with a laugh. He bit back a groan at the sound; it was such a throaty, sexual laugh.

"Hermione," he murmured against her throat, "I…dear Gods…I don't think that I'll…"

Her felt her smile as she pulled him in for another breathtaking kiss, groaning as her tongue snaked it way between his lips, dancing a timeless mating dance with his. Her hands dug into his hair, pulling him closer, pressing him harder against her. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, blood heating up as desire began to rush through his veins.

"Don't worry," she whispered as they separated from the kiss, "I don't think I can wait much longer, either."

"But," he muttered between kisses, pushing her body against the wall of the staircase, planting kiss after kiss all over her ivory throat, "don't you…think that…it's a little…fast?"

"I love you," she gasped out as his teeth latched onto her earlobe, "that's all that matters."

"I love you too, Hermione," he groaned, moving his mouth down to suckle onto a particularly sensitive part of her throat. "You taste so good."

She laughed again, that sensual laugh that made his groin hot and tight with need. In seconds, he pressed her harder against the wall, pressing every single crevice, every little part of his body against hers, needing to feel her all over him. He silenced her laughter with a searing kiss, one that shook them to the cores, like lightning striking over every single nerve ending on their body at once.

His hands moved down, tracing her ribs, sliding down the curve of her stomach to rest on her hips, fingers digging into the denim of her jeans. They slowly tucked into the belt loops and he aggressively yanked her closer, pressing his aching member against her tantalizing core.

"Draco!" she gasped, his mouth tugging her bottom lip within its hold, sucking until her lip was a brilliant red.

Her hands ran down his back, nails digging into his shirt and flesh as she yearned to feel every single inch of his body. Her eyes were shut in carnal bliss as he assaulted her mouth with kiss after passionate kiss, her breasts heaving against his chest, nipples twin peaks of pleasure.