All You Want

9) I'm Trying to Hold My Breath

Malfoy's eyes grew so dark they were almost black. He slid his hand away from her face and down to her throat and then pulled her toward himself; leaning toward her and breathing deeply against her throat.

Hermione sighed and let her head fall back further.

"Oh fuck," he muttered. "I thought I had imagined how perfect you smell."

Hermione felt as though she were about to melt into a puddle. As though the heat from Malfoy's breath was seeping into her. She could feel the tip of his nose lightly grazing the side of her neck and she let out a low moan and clutched at his robes.

He started to draw back but Hermione clung to him like a barnacle, not letting go. She wanted to pull all her clothes off and feel his skin against hers. She nuzzled his neck.

He was hers. He smelled like her. Still.

His hold on her was tightening, shaking faintly. He growled against her skin and it shivered through her and down to her toes.

She paused, and then caught his jaw in the palm of her hand and drew his face up from her shoulder, studying him. His expression was possessive and enraged.

Not angry at her, angry for her. Someone had been hurting her and Malfoy was nearly feral from it. There was palpable rage around him that still felt explosive.

She knew about this—instinctively, she knew. Her Alpha. She was supposed to soothe him and assure him now. She was alright. She needed to show him.

She leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck. A small tender kiss. Then another kiss, a little higher up. He stilled. She pressed another kiss near his jaw while her fingers slid down and pushed away the collar of his shirt and lightly caressed his scent glands on both sides of his neck.

He made a guttural moan and all the angry tension in him abruptly vanished as his undivided attention on her morphed from protective anger to desire.

She scooted closer to him until they were pressed against each other as she slowly continued to drop tender kisses up over his neck to his jaw and then finally captured his lips with hers. The taste of him... she moaned. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ground against him; she could feel her centre press against his cock, and they both groaned.

Hermione slid her hands over his shoulders and up into his hair and tugged on it as she deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue between his lips and twining it with his. He gave a low growl of approval and his tongue pushed back, pressing into her mouth and plundering it. His hands began to slide over her curves, caressing them, slipping under her clothes and gripping her possessively. She dragged her wrists against him, scenting on his clothing until the air grew thick with their pheromones.

His fingers slid over her skin, teasingly so that she arched, pressing them together. He crushed her against himself.

Oh. Oh... She loved this. The sureness of it. The strength. She could feel his muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his clothing as he held her. Rather than feel frightened by their disparity in physical power she found her mind purring.

He wouldn't use it to hurt her. He would only please and protect her. A perfect Alpha. Hers.

Hermione could feel her heart begin pounding and gasped against his mouth as he continued to kiss her. He nipped at her lips. She drew a hand back and began unbuttoning her shirt and parting the fabric, encouraging him to push her clothes off. She felt...golden.

She'd been longing for him for so many weeks. Dreaming of having him take her again. She pulled one of his hands up to her breast and moaned as he slid his hand under the cup of her bra and his fingers played with the tip of her aching nipple.