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– this entire chapter is smut, so if you're uncomfortable with that, feel free to skip it –

"Draco—" I hummed, unbothered by his name slipping past my lips as warmth flushed through my veins. "I—"

"You what again?'' He mumbled quietly. All riled up in what he was doing, the thought of pushing him away — to storm out and not let myself cave into his boy in front of me, faded.

The tips of my fingers twirled into the blond strands of his hair, lightly tugging it back as his teeth scratched against my neck, and with few words spoken, he found his way back to my lips.

Disconnecting them, an evil yet lightly amused grin crossed his features. "I want to do things to you, Hayes," he stated, looking more than intrigued— messy hair and heavy breathing.

"I want to feel you— all of you," He half-whispered, his eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips, my breath catching in my throat, and even though his hand was no longer around my neck, my airways felt constricted.

I had to take back control— knew I couldn't let him win this. He had already managed to gain the upper hand, and I wasn't sure if I could give him any more than that little victory.

"Oh? Do your worst, Malfoy."

His fingers wrapped around my throat again, a sudden whimper slipping past my lips from his thumb digging into my skin harshly.

"You'll call me Draco for the rest of the evening."

I didn't know what was happening— my body having a mind of its own. And as much as I wanted to protest, spit venomous words at him, I couldn't. I didn't want to admit it, but I wanted him, too.

Not that I could blame myself after the taste he had given me— after months of endless teasing.

I leaned in to kiss him again, and his other hand fell onto my waist, guiding me onto my mattress as he kneeled beside me and set himself comfortably.

His fingers rubbed small circles on my waist, while the other had a firm hold on my throat. My breathing had picked up; I propped myself up onto my elbows, watching his thumb continue the small patterns they drew.

He was slightly hovering over me, his head just above mine.

"Tell me what you want, Hayes," He whispered, rubbing his thumb against the pulse point on my neck.

The hand that rubbed my waist had now travelled past my hip bone; it settled on my bare thigh, long dress having ridden up my legs a long time ago, resuming the patterns he previously had drawn.

"I want—" my throat closed as I felt his fingers tap along my inner thigh, instinctively I tried to close them, but Malfoy was too fast. He sent a sharp slap on my skin, the stinging pain shortly subsiding.

"Spit it out," He whispered, leaning down closer to my ear, his fresh breath filling my nostrils— intoxicating me with not a single drop of alcohol.

He was distracting me; knew I couldn't speak while he was doing this to me. Everything was a game to him— I feared it was one he was better at than I was.

"Can I touch you here?" His index finger swiped up the centre of my cunt, an almost mocking tone in his voice. He knew my answer before the words ever left his mouth.

And yet, he still said them. 

His touch was cold, in comparison to the warmth that was radiating off me, a perfect mix as I breathed out a "Yes."

He chuckled lowly, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. "What happened to you, Hayes, you were so talkative before, but as soon as I-" He paused and pressed his thumb against my clit.

"Touch you— you become a mouse," He hummed, the pad of his thumb now rubbing circles against the covered area.

A slight moan came from my throat, my reaction towards his touch embarrassing. He had a hold over me, one I didn't even know was possible.

"I'm— fuck— not a mouse, Malfoy," I managed to choke out, his thumb never let up its pressure. He continued to rub figure eights directly on top of my clit.

"What did I say? I told you to call me Draco," he sent a harsh slap onto my cunt.

"How long have you been... sitting like this?" He smirked, slipped his finger underneath my lace underwear, delving straight between my slit.

"Long enough," I replied breathlessly.

"I can tell— pathetic, really." His thumb and index finger ripped the material off my body. I gasped when he carelessly threw it to the side.

My head leaned back onto my shoulders; his thumb had resumed pleasuring my clit; this time, he began teasing my entrance.

The coil in my stomach had been building up slowly; he had been a tease before, and he was still a tease now. He was making a mockery of me, and I, stupidly enough, was letting him.

"Look at yourself, Hayes." My eyes opened, his voice guiding my gaze to look straight into the dark window looking out into the black lake— my reflection prominent in it.

His eyes were on mine, looking through the make-shift mirror. I felt exposed, seeing him touch me so intimately, yet my whole body had lit on fire.

He pushed my dress further up, quickly using the hand that was around my throat to push my legs apart. Once he had done, he placed his fingers and palm back around my neck.

"So pretty," he mumbled, I didn't know if I was meant to hear it or not, but I did— my senses heightened as I heard him loud and clear.

"Draco," I muffled a moan as he slipped a finger inside of me, curling it straight away. Before I could relax into the touch, he pulled his finger out.

"You'll be a good girl for the rest of the evening, won't you?" He raised an eyebrow as he teased my entrance again, directing my gaze back onto the mirroring glass in front of us.

"Yes— oh my—"

He pushed two fingers inside of me, starting slow, curving them skillfully. His thumb continued its assault on my clit, only this time he had picked up his pace.

"So tight...I knew you would feel like this...I knew it," He trailed off. His finger quickened, the sounds of my arousal and breathy moans filling the room. The coil in my stomach tightened deliciously, forcing my leg to twitch almost uncontrollably.

Draco tutted from above me; I hadn't realised my eyes were squeezed shut until he dragged my head forward, forcing me to watch myself once more.

I could see my arousal leaking onto his fingers, though he didn't seem to mind as he kept going. Pushing me further and further— tipping me over the edge.

He was watching me through the glass; his eyes found mine and then would flicker down to where his hands pleasured me effortlessly.

"Cum for me, Hayes, make a mess all over my fingers," He breathed heavily from beside me, his fingers flexed on my throat, tightening his grasp.

My orgasm knocked the wind from my lungs, and almost automatically, I closed my thighs together to stop them from shaking, locking Draco's forearm in between them.

"Fuck— Draco."

My eyes caught his, and for the first time, there wasn't hatred or annoyance lacing his gaze— anything he used to feel when he looked at me replaced with lust and awe.

He removed his hand from my throat and tapped my thighs, telling me to open them silently. I obeyed what he had asked, surprised by myself as the cool air sent shivers down my spine.

Malfoy pulled his fingers out of me, my arousal covering them, some of it dripping down the palm of his hand. He wasn't watching me anymore; he was staring at his now glistening fingers.

I let out a deep breath as I looked at him with heavy eyes. His tongue fell out of his mouth, licking everything off, from his palm to his fingertips; he cleaned his hand, all while tasting me.

He hummed, "Get up."

Draco stood up before me, stretching his hand out and waiting for me to take it. My hands were sweaty, my legs still shaky from the orgasm he had just given me. But I still managed to get up— only just.

As soon as both my feet were firmly on the ground, he used the hand that he was holding and dragged me towards him. And he kissed me aggressively, so much so, I struggled to keep up with him. He was in full control; I hated to admit it— full control of me and my body.

He guided me towards the wall behind us, not detaching our mouths once. My back hit it, and I winced at the impact almost inaudibly, muffled by his mouth that was on mine.

I pulled away, taking in a deep breath, "Draco."

"Keep quiet."

His hands found the back of my thighs; he dug his fingers into my flesh. "Up." That was all he said, and once more, I complied to his words, jumping up and settling against the wall before he muttered a contraceptive charm.

"You're dangerous, Hayes. Dangerous," He whispered against my neck.

His mouth left wet kisses along my collar bone. Nipping and sucking along the skin, leaving marks to remind me was he had won. Just for tonight.

"Take it out," He grunted, thrusting his hips against mine as I could feel his erection against me. My arousal pooled between my thighs; I wanted to feel him. I had never craved anything more than him at this current moment– I hated to admit it.

My hands went between us, fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper. I managed to push both his trousers and boxers down, just enough for him to do what he needed to do.

"Tell me to stop," he groaned, feeling my hand wrapped around his length; I teased us both, running his tip along my slit, coating him in my arousal. "Fuck."

"Don't— don't stop, Draco," I moaned into his ear, my voice shaky and uneven.

He pushed inside of me unexpectedly, the pleasurable pain flooding through my body. He stopped and rested his head on my shoulder; I heard his heavy breaths right by my ear.

"So dangerous," He muttered.

He lifted his head, raising his eyebrow. I nodded at his silent question, and just like that, he thrust again— harder and faster. His pace was ruthless; he was deep inside of me, deeper than anyone had ever been.

"Draco," I whined, his hips snapped against mine, hard and unapologetically. Each thrust had his tip stroking against my g-spot.

I felt like I was floating, the feeling I was experiencing euphoric. Unable to contain my moans even if I wanted to. Draco was good at this— too good.

Maybe I had underestimated him immensely.

Every bruising thrust he gave to me edged me closer and closer to my second orgasm. I tightened around him, not wanting to let go of this feeling any time soon.

"Touch yourself," He rushed, slowing down, becoming sloppier.

My finger travelled between us, and I mimicked his actions from earlier, circling my clit with ease. The sensation had me clawing at his back, I didn't care if I left marks or scratches against him, and neither did he by the looks of it.

"Fuck, you're so tight...such a good girl for me," he growled, and his lips found my neck again before he licked along the bruises he had created earlier. "Are you this good for Alire, too?" He went on, taking in a sharp breath right as the words left his mouth.

"I'm— oh, Draco," my second orgasm flooded through my body, my vision became dotted. I was panting as he continued to fuck me through the pleasure.

"That's it— so good, fuck— Adreanna," He groaned as he reached his own state of euphoria. He shuddered, cursing underneath his breath as he came. His teeth latched onto my neck, digging precisely where my pulse point was.

Both of us remained in the positions we were in, catching our breaths and coming to terms with what we had just done. Draco let me down slowly, pulling up his trousers and boxers.

I patted my dress down, my inner thighs sensitive and sticky from the mess we had both caused.

And as I slowly walked over to where my wand was, muttering a cleaning spell underneath my breath, a knock on the door made my head snap over to it.

A/N: I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT MY BESTIES juneekarl and Ttcbxx BECAUSE THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER WOULDN'T EXIST WITHOUT THEM

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