Revelations of Love - Moment by Moment Book #3 (Harry Potter, Drarry)

The Power of Lust

Harry knew he was in danger: he had read the texts and listened to his teacher, but theory was nothing compared to the overwhelming want the succubus' power drove through his body. Words had warned the student of the seductive nature of this demon, but they had failed to warn him of the ease of surrender. This demon could kill, but at the same time, this demon was his lover, familiar but still tantalisingly new. Harry tipped his head back and panted away the desire that dampened his flesh; he was close to the edge. Draco's tongue ran down over his Adam's apple, warm and slippery, and the sensation was one too many for Harry. A rush of adrenaline followed undiluted lust through his body and Harry tensed with delight.

The orgasm's ferocity blew brain cells even before it reached its zenith and Harry's intimate world threatened to disappear. However, the pique hit a wall: Harry reared into a touch which pressed hard against his groin, a cry of passion strangling into a groan at the back of his throat as his pleasure crashed. He still went weak very quickly, as confusion in his senses strained his body, but he did not pass out. Instead, Harry's groan became a growl of disappointment and he glared up at the controller who had thwarted the high. At least, Harry tried to glare as he gasped away the mess of half-met desire, but he couldn't focus on Draco, who was now knelt over him, hand still firmly pushing his lower body against the floor.

"Now, now, Lover," Draco objected to the hostility in Harry in the same husky voice which had enticed him in the first place, "you know how I feel about rushing into things."

Harry continued to growl his frustration and used what energy he had not already expended to flex against his constraints. Draco met his anger by planting an arm either side of his body and leaning over him. The magic already inside Harry rose to meet its master and he gasped for breath as the roller-coaster that was his reactions began to rise again.

"Surrender," Draco repeated, his tone still warm, even as he demanded Harry's obedience.

There was no choice but to submit, Harry knew he could not fight the magic now it was inside him, and part of him didn't want to. The touch of the demon felt good, and Harry let the pleasure outweigh any misgivings that were sitting somewhere in his misty thoughts. His growl disappeared alongside his anger as desire swamped it; Draco promised much with the wave of pleasure that wiped away the thwarted orgasm, and he revealed how fast he was learning to control his power as Harry sensed his lover's will tempering the same magic that had threatened to throw him over the edge only moments ago.

"You like that?" Draco asked.

Harry closed his eyes, tipped his head back, and smiled.

The power continued to flow, skating through his senses and giving Harry no chance for anything other than reacting. His skin was damp from his exertions already, his pulse raced in his ears, but all he wanted was more. He didn't even realise that Draco was not touching, save for where he had him straddled, until light fingers on his pecs made him whimper with the carefully balanced titillation. The demon magic held him back from overload, but only just, and every fibre was awake to the slightest touch, as his own lust brought him further under his lover's control.

Harry flexed against the maddeningly soft stroking, asking for more with a wordless whine. He was given it in short measure: a conflicting mixture of pain and incredible pleasure sliced out through his body from his chest as Draco dragged his nails uncompromisingly over vulnerable flesh. Harry nearly screamed, but as he writhed and opened his mouth to let out the intoxicating cocktail of sensation, his sound was captured by another demanding kiss. He gave his all to the claim on his soul, excited, pressing up close to the body above him, trembling and unable to stop the small movements that he was making in response to the eddies of pinpricks that told him where the keratin had left damage.