(Greed pt. 2)
He wanted more. More of that sneer. More of his searing silver eyes. More of the physical contact—A fight that means more. More of his purring voice. More of his heated glare.
But he wanted more than more. He wanted that sneer to be a lecherous, leering smirk or a loving smile. He wanted searing eyes staring deeply into his. He wanted physical contact—something sweet that he'd never had. He wanted that voice muttering naughty things in his ear. He wanted a gaze, not a glare, to rake over him the way he wanted to be ravaged by the blonde. He wanted his fingers tangled in that hair. Lips pressed to his lips, his skin, his everywhere. Oh, Merlin, how Harry Potter wanted Draco Malfoy.
tbc.
