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.
Pieces of dust stopped moving through the air as his wet tongue played with your hard nipple. You had to set a mental barricade for yourself, a blockage stopping all sound and every reaction. Your throat burned every time you choked a desperate moan, or held your breath when you wanted to heave for air. His lips locked around your skin as hard yet soft tongue swirled around the most sensitive spot on your chest. One of his hands followed your skin from your chest, up your neck, to your lips where his thumb slid in to your mouth. The other hand kneaded your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You feared his thumb in your mouth, opening pandora's box of moans and noises you had been trying to keep inside. His tongue teased you. Knew where it felt good, and where he was just edging you, teasing you. Even now he still played you. He sucked your nipple harshly, hurting you just a little, before running his tongue over gently and persistently.
Your whole body was throbbing with pleasure and restraining yourself physically hurt. A searing fire burned its way trough your every vein, almost overpowered by the thrilling pleasure he was bringing you, the fantasies he granted you. You felt his hard bulge against your thigh, and pleasure you'd never known before. Suddenly he stopped. So determined to not make a sound you spaced, and barely noticed. Your body was wound like a feather. Draco looked at you and you heard him chuckle. «Look at you». His voice was deep. ''You're practically suffocating''. He bent over your other nipple but did nothing but tease you with his breath. ''Its okay kitten, I know you want to moan'' He licked your hard nipple once. Barely touching. "I know you want to gasp for air" He licked it again. ''I know you want to whisper my name in desperation''. He took your whole boob in his warm mouth and pushed his thumb down on your tongue. ''Its okay kitten'' he moved his hand from your face to your throat. ''I know you want to''.
Almost on autopilot you flipped his body. You grabbed his tie and pulled his face to yours before firmly rotating you to the top. He was as surprised as you. You looked into his eyes. Deeply you penetrated his mind. You ripped through his brain and pulled you fingers along the edges of his imagination. The warmth from his face came towards yours as waves. You slowly let his mind relax as you moved your hands down his body and you lips closer to his. His scent violently highlighted every sensation, teasing your awareness of how your body pulsated at his touch.
Just as you were closing in on a kiss you aggressively ripped open his shirt. The sound of fabric ripping was overthrown by a surprised yet smug gasp coming from the man under your legs. As his open mouth lingered you slid your tongue between his lips before moving your hands back up and running them through his silky warm hair. His tongue was controlling yet attentive and his hands traveled down your skin and to the dimples at the bottom of your back. A merciless throbbing was shooting through your entire body. Your breasts, your fingers, your lips pulsated with electricity.
You moved your hands from his hair to his half open shirt, ripping it again from one to two pieces. His chest was hairless and smooth, just as you'd imagined it. It was warm, unlike Draco's cold and rather impersonal outer exterior, his chest was warm and fragile. You could feel that there was a different person below the icy facade. You could feel his soft heartbeat in your hand as you moved down his toned muscles. Cold and savage was Draco's signature look. Always wearing an invisible armour separating him and the outside world. But feeling the delicacy and warmth from his chest, you almost began questioning it. Breaking the kiss you moved your wet lips down his neck and chest. Resting your lips on his neck you unbuckled his pants without looking. The buckle of his belt filled the heavy air with a light clinking as you yanked his belt out of his pants and cast it away on the floor. You then opened his pants as you kissed yourself closer and closer to the edge of his trousers. As your knees hit the floor you looked up and met his eyes and started unbuttoning his pants. His head hung heavy on his chest in anticipation, as you ran your hand over the thick bulge on his trousers. You pulled down his black felt pants, not letting his eyes go. His green tie hung around his naked neck and followed the lines of his chest all the way down to his bellybutton.
His bodily heat warmed your hands as you pulled down his pants and his member sprung free. Draco looked at you smugly. His dick throbbed lightly and had a prominent vein along the shaft that went from the tip to the bottom. You looked at it, then back to him. He almost held his breath in anticipation. You could feel his pulse race through his whole body. Wounded like a feather, he was impatiently waiting for you to give him the pleasure he so desperately desired. All he way from his fingertips to his toes a tension was building up. You ran your eyes up his body. Licking every inch of him with a fiery passion. Setting fire to layers and layers of sexual tension, making him lust for it before touching him.
As Oscar Wilde once said, "everything in the world is about sex — except sex. Sex is about power." Imprisoning him in your stare you showed him the power you held. Moving closer to his pulsating dick you looked in to his soul, making sure he didn't even breathe. As your lips barely came in contact with the stimulated muscle, he ran a warm hand through your hair, tangling his slender fingers in your locks. You barely opened your mouth and teased his very edge. Running the tip of your tongue over the head of his member. Your nails digging in to the delicate skin of his toned chest.
His fingers glided along the side of your head tenderly, almost longingly. His eyes mirrored the demon inside. Smirking through the silence of the air, empathically pulling you in. Softly his thumb grazed your ear with the touch of a kittens fur, while the devil behind his eyes set his aggression aflame. His snake tongue rested behind his teeth while his grey eyes froze you out, suddenly yanking your head back by your hair. His eyes burned with the dominance he so dearly clung on to. Mouth half open in surprise you were captivated and unwillingly forced in to the fantasy, to the part of you that you feared. He gently guided your head closer to his hard member, in silence he commanded you through the windows of his soul. A dark aura descended upon him, enchantingly a fatality surrounded him. Roughly guided towards his member his eyes controlled your motions. A switch flipped behind his eyes, like a release your lips locked around the hard yet soft piece of skin. Shifting in his seat he grabbed a fistfull of your hair moving it up and down his shaft, pressing more and more against the back of your throat.
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A/N: Happy halloween babes, enjoy the best day of the year :*
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Fanfiction"Y/N'' Draco's voice echoed bounced of the walls in the tower and hit you in the face, your pace instantly quickened. ''You better be good at hiding, because I am coming for you, and you're going to loose" "You see his bright white hair being swept...
