To Be (Draco Malfoy x Emerald Black)

XVII

"Do damaged people do this?"

His lips crash into mine. My eyes flew open in shock, but his were closed. I close them. His lips were soft and wet against my dry ones. His lips felt like pure bliss. A burning travels through my body from my cheeks to my legs. The butterflies in my stomach craved more already. His hand flies up to the back of my head, as he repositions his posture on the bed. He leans forward towards me slowly, and we eventually end up crashing onto the bed with a soft force. I was now beneath the man, and he pulls back to smirk at me.

"Answer me." He says smirking still.

"No." Is all I could choke out. I meant to say, no, no they don't. But that didn't choke out. Just nothing did. He lifts my fragile self and places my head on the pillows. I was so nervous, all I could do was look at his eyes and lips. The pools of ice blue drowned me every second they looked at me with his twinkling eyes.

"No?" He questions. He laughs as he leans down again, once again crashing his lips into mine, this time his tongue coming into contact with mine in a swift motion. I do so back, pulling him down towards me by his hair. He presses his body into mine a bit more, as if he were a blanket; he was warm and comforting. The heat returned to my body and every where tingled with excitement. His hand travels from my head to my hip, and his other hand caressed my hot cheek, slowly encompassing my throat lightly. The kissing grew more intense, and so did my every urge for him. He travels his hand from my hip to my stomach the under my shirt as he lightly traces the scars I have there from the creature in the maze. It was an insecurity of mine but he seemed to not pay any mind to it. Of course he wouldn't. He traps his hands in between my head and stays looming over me. His hands were still lightly touching my scars.

"I felt the way you tensed up.. is this okay? Honest." he asks reassuringly, he knew what I felt about my scars of the past and he didn't care if it ruined the moment. He was respectful. I nod. Whatever we did it felt natural.

"Just a little insecurity of mine." I softly smile. "But I am more than fine. Just shocked you aren't disgusted by them."

"You're absolutely stunning and beautiful. They are not disgusting in the least bit, no. I love them. Every inch of you, I adore. There is absolutely nothing to be insecure about, luv. These scars represent your strength and bravery. You are so, so strong." He gives me a passionate expression and kisses my forehead. He lingers it for a second, and pulls back kissing the top of my head.

"Well, I try. That's all that matters, right?" I say smiling back. I find myself pulling him down again and he complies, leaning down again, giving me a slow kiss that was as passionate as all of the ones he has given me so far. His lips linger to my jaw, then to the top of my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and the sensation made me burn and ache even more for him. He was teasing me; he was slowly traveling down until he reached my collarbone, and he pulls back.

"Damaged people don't know how to love. To answer your question." Is all he could say with a smirk.

     I could feel my cheeks burning out of sexual tension and embarrassment. His lips tasted of honey, and they were so soft and perfect. It left me speechless. He could tell the shade of my face by the way I was biting my lip again and just looking into his mesmerizing eyes. I came to reality that Draco Malfoy had just kissed me. We had our first intimate moment. He was so... good at it? He was passionate and loving yet forceful. It wasn't painful, but it was forceful in a way as he was protecting me from anything that were to harm me. The silence we once comfortably shared was thick with feelings of emotion and lust. I chuckle, breaking the silence and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him down towards me. He makes an oof sound in a playful tone, and he lays on top of me, as I embrace him. I run my fingers alone his spine, tracing his back muscles lightly. I could feel them tense up under his shirt. For being so lean, he had a perfect body figure. He rolls over to the side and he looks into my eyes.