I want to punch his arrogant face, smash his nose, made him pay. He takes everything from me. I have an urgent need to pin him on a wall and throttle his throat. And so I did. I clench my fingers on his throat and let him struggles against me.
Now I can really look at him. He poses so a small body, too fragile. No a slightly chance against me without a wand. How can he fight with the Dark Lord such a naivety from the old crazy coot. I peruse his face which is cover with a blood. The dark liquid look so good with his green eyes. I want to lick it and savour it to know what it is like. I want to bath his body in his blood.
His mouth is moving and probably saying something inadequate in a position which he inheres. He doesn't understand that I have him in my mercy and I can do with him everything what I want. I have the absolute power over him. That's really gratifying.I want to surprise or more likely shock him.
Oh his babbling is really annoying. Shut up I'm thinking you a little scrawny thing. Do you thing that he will hush up. No, this silly thing will not. So what I will do with it.
I take his wrists and imprison them, cover his body with mine and pin him on a wall so he can't move. I can feel his wild pulse and a jerky breath. I lean to him and catch his lips with mine. I'm roughly, bite him and taste his blood. I smile for myself. His body is completely petrify and his pupils are dilated. Yes, now you understand.
I again take his lips to plunder it, to make him submit, to make him want me. Yes, you like it. Your pathetic defence go slowly away. I rub my hips against his. What will your friends tell you. The Boy who lived wanted to be roughly fucked by me. But I'm so good on you I will make your wish come true. So be good boy and let me overwhelm you. Let me think for both of us. You don't want? I'm so sorry but you don't comprehend. You aren't in position to treat me. You have no choice.
Lovely lips you have and I will made them cry, whimper, shout with pain, lust and pleasure. I will drag your body and press it to me. I will ripe your robes and shirt, lick your throat which is covered with bruises. I will kiss and violate every little place on your body. Yes that's for what you are predicted to by my little whore. Just look at yourself. Your moth is moaning when I nibbling your neck and chest, your eyes are shut by lust, your face is flush and your hips are rubbing against my groin. But unlike these whores in Knocturnal alley you are mine. Do you understand only MINE.
I don't know when I let your trousers disappear and your legs were wrap around my waist. But I know when I trust myself in to you. When I am inside you and you cry with pleasure for more. Yes don't forget Potter with pleasure. I fucked you senseless against a dirty wall and you whined with lust. We both are damned and you know it. I trusted in you for last time and now I savour my ectasy and oblivion, but only for a moment.
Both of us are panting and you are trembling in my arms. Without me you can't even stay properly on your own feet and don't dare ever tell me that I'm not worth. Because I not only worth to by your friend, lover. I worth to be your soulmate. Yes you come to terms with one's fate that Draco Malfoy is your mate.