Draco Malfoy X reader

Chapter 19

''I'll have you withering for my pleasure, begging for my touch'' He whispered as he moved down your swollen neck. ''Well see''-

Your throat felt like denting inwards under the harsh handling of Draco's cold hand. His lips were warm and damp. His thumb pressing against your trachea, completely cutting off your air. You could feel his silver hair swiftly swiping against your cheek, it smelled like apple shampoo and autumn air. You opened your mouth a little to battle his tongue. He tasted good. Like peppermint and rage. Moving his lips down your chin, his hand mercilessly crushed your trachea.

His lips pressed against your collarbone like a stamp while he made sure you were running low on oxygen. A heaviness grew over your chest as your lungs crumbled like a piece of paper. As his loving lips tickled right beneath your ear the last remaining air burned through your body. You yanked your hands free from his grip and pulled at his violent arm. Your lungs were screaming for air, as you felt him chuckle. ''Say please, beg me''. He whispered mockingly and gently kissed down your neck. His warm breath clung to your skin like a fog. Was he insane? You were about to pass out and he wanted you to beg for air. It went against everything you stood for, your pride, your will, every bone in your body physically hurt with the thought of being under Draco's heel. Your heartbeat walloped through your head screaming for you to take a breath. Screaming for a single breath of air to keep your body from shutting down. You felt the shadows from the walls creep over you. ''Beg for air''. His voice was silent yet aggressive. The insides of your lungs scraped against each other, as the edges of your vision blurred out. It hurt, saying those words, it strode against everything you felt, but your your need for air was greater than your morals. The world disappeared around you before you muttered the small word he wanted to hear. The word was small, but it was the greatest humiliation you'd suffered.

''Please''. The words came out like a whisper of nothing, soundless but needy. ''See that wasn't so hard now was it kitten?''. He waited a second before ripping his hand away. He stared deep into your eyes and smirked before his hand suddenly lifted. In that single second a ball of lightning wounded up every nerve and lit a beacon of adrenaline that pumped through your veins. He glid a cold finger down your arms as the first touch of oxygen sweetly kissed your throat. Your body gasped for air, as Draco hovered just above you, far enough away that you couldn't kiss him, but close enough that when you inhaled you could smell him. His skin, his perfume, his hair. Something about his merciless brutality drew you to him like a moth to a flame. ''Get up''. He gripped the center of your shirt and pulled you up. Out of breath your light head almost tipped you over. Draco gripped your throat again and pushed you to your tippy toes. ''Where's that attitude now, cat got your tongue?''. Draco laughed and lifted his chin just enough that the remaining light veiled his fair tone with yellow, and flexed the sandy texture of his skin.

Very instructive he almost threw you across the floor. Stumbling backwards towards a couch he didn't take his eyes of you. The sweet, soft exterior that had rested above him earlier was completely gone. There was nothing left but a cold impersonal savagery. '' You wish'' The words hurt your throat. ''I didn't think you could handle any more, I feared you might cry''. The green couch came closer and closer as you backed away from his threatening movements. His dark jacket blended in perfectly with the background, with his eyes glowing with an evil spark that would make the devil run and hide. ''You dont scare me'' You lied and tried to fill the silence, as you took another step backwards. His predatory exterior swept his shoulders, his hands, his feet, his threat closer to you like a warning. Silent and agile as a lion. You were scared, you couldn't explain it. The sudden and unironic change in his aura made him unpredictable. ''Sit''. He instructed, not breaking eye contact. ''I don't think so.''You said with false bravery, challenging him. The last bulbs of light flickered as he moved closer. Almost like a punch he put a flat palm in the middle of your chest and gave you a single brutal push backwards making you stumble and push the sofa backwards upon impact. ''I said sit .''He took another step closer and put his one of his knees between your legs and stopped a few centimeters from your face. His breath was calm, and his movements soundless. He just looked at you, from one eye to the other before lightly pressing his hand to the top of your throat again, his thumb swiping lovingly across your lower lip. You were speechless. He talked and moved like a barbarian, a savage, but touched you with loving fingers. ''Scared of me?''He kissed your jawline and talked between kisses. ''Why would you be scared of me?'' His hand pushed your face to the side as he moved down your neck. ''I'm just getting started.'' One of his hands slowly slithered under your shirt, fingers in between the small buttons, before gripping one side with each hand and pulling it apart, exposing a canyon of skin and the thin transparent fabric separating your breasts and his hands.

The cold air hazed your newly exposed skin with goosebumps. He smirked in your face while leaning in and bringing you in to an anticipating kiss. His tongue fought yours for dominance, and his hand cupped your breast while bringing down the fabric with his thumb. You broke the kiss and gasped in surprise when his thick finger flickered your nipple. In to your open mouth you could hear him laugh, it was the reaction he was going for. A warmth spread through your body, from the top of your head to the very tip of your toes, a stream of high voltage shot through your fingertips, waiting for something to shock. As he was going for a new kiss his finger slowly slid over your erect nipple, and to keep from moaning you bit his lip in response. You heard his breath get heavy and feel him grow against your trapped leg. His hand slid from under your bra and followed your skin all the way from your chest to your chin. He pulled his lips away from yours and trapped your eyes in his before moving down your chin, to your neck, to your collarbones, to your chest. His arctic silver hair rested effortlessly on top of his head as his heavy breath slithered down your stomach and his wet tongue melted on to your skin like liquid gold. the white lace slowly being pulled further and further back. You bit your lip in anticipation as he fluttered above your exposed nipple with the devils grin on his mouth, before bringing his lips closer and swallowing it whole, not bringing his eyes from yours, preparing for a reaction.

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