𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓; 𝕯.𝕸

❝ You were the nicotine I never knew I needed. ❞

♛

Athea's nipples rubbed against the fabric of her lace bra, the cups fitting her round breasts. They were pressed harshly against the wooden planks of the floor. "Get up." Was all she heard before abruptly standing up and meeting her figure with Draco's. His hands ruthlessly glided with the velvet fabric of her dress, lifting it up for his left hand to invade the porcelain skin of her ass.

The girl's moans were muffled by Draco's mouth. His lips were soft but slightly chapped, the harsh skin rubbing against Athea's soft ones. His sharp knife glided against her curves, then proceeded to lift the bottom of her dress up; the smooth fabric was soothing on her skin-she savored it, knowing that soon it won't be as soothed. One of Draco's hands was kneading the flesh on her ass while his other, held the knife; which was now circling around the vulnerable skin he was playing with. The cold metal sent shivers up her spine, which she was sure that the blonde could feel.

"You don't get to speak if not spoken to, especially not with that tone." The blonde pulled away, leaving an unguarded Athea eagerly waiting for his next step. His hand took place on her neck, sturdily.

♛

𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.
𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱/𝔅𝔇𝔖𝔐

𝔒𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔟𝔶 𝔍.𝔎 ℜ𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤