ISLA MAGICÁ

THREE

The clear blue ocean lapped gently against the dock, a light sea breeze accompanied the burning orange sun as it slowly set within the sights of the caldera and Draco stood at the entrance to the steps leading within his boat. Again, he had chosen his attire carefully; a short-sleeve white linen shirt, top button undone, a pair of dark blue chinos shorts and a pair of tan loafers. Also, the black eye she had given him had completely disappeared with the help of Señora Machado.

Draco checked his watch as time crept by and the sun slipped further down the sky. Five past six. Perhaps he had been too aggressive and demanding of her... his confidence may have been a touch too much. Blackmail may have been inadvisable... of course he would never have done such a thing, but in the heat of the moment, he had grasped at any opportunity to be alone with her. The fact that her bright eyes were fixated on him at that moment had done nothing to quell the reckless idea.

Ten past six. She was making him sweat now.

A sharp popping sound made him jerk his head up and look to the end of the wooden path where the dock started. "Fuck," he whispered in awe as he straightened himself up and took in the sight that was Ginny Weasley, recovering herself from the Apparition and then noticing him staring at her, probably with the stupidest look on his face that she had ever seen on a man. She walked purposefully along the dock, a set expression on her face.

When he had told her to wear her sexiest dress, Draco hadn't thought she would take him so seriously. But, Merlin, he was thankful to whomever was up there that she had. She wore strappy black heels to match her black dress, a lovely and sensual sight to behold on her; it fell just below her knees and hugged every curve until the hem ruffled out at her calves, and it was strapless, showing off the unbelievably alluring line of her collarbone and toned arms. She had put her usual tumbling waves of coppery hair into a sleek high bun and coated her lips in the most inviting red. What he wouldn't give right now to have the lipstick smearing his skin.

Once Weasley reached him and stood just beyond the steps as if waiting for him to say or do something, Draco found he was infuriatingly speechless and totally immovable. The way she looked up at him from the dock, a mixture of intrigue and reluctance in her eyes, made him want to kiss her again, make her forget her doubts and enmity. Instead, he forced his brain to kick his legs into moving down the few steps to lead her up into the boat.

"Good evening, Weasley," he managed to say, his voice embarrassingly throaty as he spoke and drew level with her. She didn't respond, so he gestured for her to go ahead of him. As she passed him, his mouth slackened again; the dress was backless too and he could see each freckle he had seen yesterday morning when she had been naked.

"I suppose this is sexy enough for you?" she asked as she ascended the steps, a slight trace of vehemence in her tone. "Should I be flattered? I've heard you're notoriously difficult to please." Then she laughed, more to herself it seemed as she turned when she reached the top of the steps. It was her turn to look down on him. "Though I may as well have come naked, since you have not a gentlemanly bone in your body to turn away when a member of the opposite sex is naked in front of you."

"I see you're tense, Weasley," he replied, ignoring her attempts at mocking him. "Why don't you have a drink?" He gestured for her to go inside.

Weasley glared down at him before huffing and going inside. Draco followed closely behind her after drawing the steps back in and was pleased to see that she was in awe of the interior long enough to forget that she was irate at him. "How can you call this a boat?" she said as she looked around. "This is a yacht, a very expensive one by the looks of it."

Draco did have a tendency to call his yacht a boat, but it essentially was a boat; it floated on water and cut through the waves as any boat would. Though he guessed the luxurious interior was far different from what his wording had conjured up in her imagination. The windows were tinted for privacy and the main salon was all leather and hard wood. At the far end was where he had arranged for them to dine, nearest the spiral staircase leading up to the fly bridge. On the lower deck was the master suite and bathroom. "You are correct, this is a yacht."

Whilst she looked around further, he poured them a glass of wine each and handed one to her. She gave it a sceptical look. "I don't trust you," she said bluntly.

"You don't have to," he replied, taking a sip of his own wine. "Do you think I'm that desperate to lace your drink with potion? You can have mine if you do."

Weasley looked down at the glass and the liquid within it before taking a tentative sip herself. He watched her eyes widen as she tasted it and he revelled momentarily in the joy he saw there. He could feign for a moment that he had caused that joy. "This is lovely," she gasped. "What is it?"

"A vintage, taken from my mother's own personal stock," he answered. "I think it's Spanish, though I don't pretend to be much of a wine connoisseur." He shrugged and took another sip.

"But this must have been worth a fortune before you opened it!" she exclaimed, a look of horror evident in her wide eyes as stared at him like he had suddenly started singing Celestina Warbeck's greatest hits.

"In case you hadn't realised, I have enough money to afford such things," he explained, trying not to sound patronising. "And, evidently, so do you considering you are on this rather exclusive island."

Weasley flushed a little and it made him curious as to why. What was wrong with her having money? "I earn enough to holiday in nice places, not enough for vintage wines and yachts."

"Then perhaps you will enjoy a new experience," he replied. Perhaps that new experience would involve venturing out to sea with him and peeling that scandalous dress off on the front deck. The thought alone made him twitch with anticipation. "Come," he said, placing his wine glass down on a table, "follow me."

Weasley still looked apprehensive, but she followed him all the same, determined to see this through to avoid blackmail. Draco hoped by the end of the evening, that she would want to stay of her own volition and that was the aim of tonight. He led her to the spiral staircase and gestured for her to precede him, mostly so he could watch her beautiful round behind swaying in front of him as she ascended the steps.

"Take a seat," he said as they reached the top, gesturing to the comfortable leather chair beside his.

"Are you steering?" she said, nervous as she looked ahead through the glass shielding.

"Yes, no one else is here except you and I, Weasley, who else is steering?" he murmured, a smirk as he slipped into his seat and fired the boat up. Draco had bought the thing off a wizard, who had enhanced it's many muggle features mostly for speed purposes and concealment. That could come in handy if the mood suddenly took him during the day and they were surrounded by other boats. But, he was getting ahead of himself, he had yet to even convince her to relax around him as yet.

"There's no staff on here?" she asked, turning to look at him, her eyes still wide like a doe. If she kept looking at him like that, he could not be held responsible for what he might do next.

"No," he answered, now moving away from the dock and pushing slowly out towards the middle of the caldera. "I don't need anyone interrupting our date."

"Date?" she squeaked.

Draco laughed. "Did you think this was anything else?"

Weasley didn't speak for a while, so Draco concentrated on getting them out towards the far cusp of the island where it was better secluded. He could see her out of the corner of his eye, sitting so stiffly as she took deep gulps of the wine. "I can't be on a date with you!" she burst out as he pulled to a stop and pressed the button to lower the anchor.

"And why not?" he asked, turning to face her and leaning forward, his legs wide as though entrapping her.

"Y-you're... well, you're you and I'm me," she said, pointing to him and then herself as though to emphasise that very obvious fact. "You fought with Voldemort! You were awful to my friends!"

Draco sat patiently, waiting for her to finish and get this dullness over with. When she stopped listing off all the reasons why he shouldn't want to go on a date with her, he finally spoke. "I have worked tirelessly for various charities involved with helping Muggles affected by the war, I have lobbied and supported many laws – some of them introduced by your own sister-in-law – introducing anti-discrimination and human rights into many aspects of our lives. And, surely you do not cling to the past? What I was as a boy should not be an indicator for how I am as a man."

"You are insanely arrogant," she said, grasping for anything to accuse him of.

"That I will admit to," he conceded. "But my point is that I am not that bigoted and ignorant boy I was at Hogwarts. I've paid for my, and my parents', mistakes tenfold."

Weasley stared at him, suspicion still in her gaze. "I guess you think you can win me over with your good looks and playboy charm? Yes," she smirked as she took in the bemused expression on her face. "Don't think for a second I don't know what you were like before you met what's-her-face? Greengrass. My teammates followed your antics in Witch Weekly with rapture."

Draco scoffed in disbelief. "That was four years ago, and you should know, of all people, that the press enjoy embellishing a story or two. Besides, I'm too old for that now," he said boredly, waving away her words. Then he smirked at her. "But, more importantly. You think I'm good looking?"

Weasley rolled her eyes and stood up. "Where's dinner, then?" she said, forcing him to catch up behind her as she descended the steps.

Draco still held out some hope that this date could be steered toward something more pleasurable. By her own admission, she thought he was good-looking. "We'll be having dinner here," he said, showing her to her seat and pushing her in before sitting down himself.

"Wow," she whispered as she took in the view. The sun was setting in the distance, their view unobstructed by nothing but ocean and the warm orange cast a glow upon her skin as she stared out at it. Her red mouth hung open only slightly and Draco was seized by an urge to take her lips into his own in a rough and passionate kiss. The lust he felt for her was near overwhelming and he knew it would need satisfying sooner or later, otherwise he felt he might go mad. "This is beautiful..." She said quietly, in awe.

Draco distracted himself by conjuring the starters up. He had asked Matías to arrange the dinner for the evening, ready for him to summon when ready, and then he Summoned the vintage wine over to the table and poured her another glass. He would need to ensure he was sober in order to steer back to the dock. They ate in silence for a little while, all through the starters and her second glass of wine until the sun had completely set and a full moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal silvery sheen on the ocean.

"Why did Greengrass break off your engagement?" she asked abruptly as he Summoned their main meal. She didn't hold back, it seemed.

"We had different... goals," he replied, not particularly wishing to go into too much detail though he feared he might if he were to convince her to trust him.

"Such as?" she asked, curiosity evident in her expression.

Draco sighed, knowing it would be futile to resist. Besides, he wanted to know why Potter had ended it with her. He must be an even bigger prat to let this siren go. "I wanted children and marriage, she decided she wasn't ready and... that was that," he explained. It made it sound so simple, the way he had carelessly summarised the situation. In truth, it had broken him at the time and it had only been a few months that he felt he had gotten over it. That single experience had made him far warier than he had been with women.

Weasley looked shocked, the food on her fork abandoned as she gasped at him. "That's... surprising," she finished.

"Why?"

"Usually it is the other way around."

"I have reached that natural point in my life in which I feel marriage will make me happy," he told her and he was being honest. "And, I am ready to be a father. Astoria is four years younger than me, it is understandable that she shouldn't wish for children just yet." That was the polite way of putting it, for weeks after the break up, Draco had ranted to himself about how she had led him to believe she was more than ready, that she would be an excellent mother and a perfect mistress to Malfoy Manor. In truth, he believed she had met someone else. "So, why did Potter dump you?"

Weasley visibly winced at his question. "I hate to admit it, Malfoy," she said with some reluctance, obviously not wishing to divulge her secrets to him, "but it was much the same with Harry."

Draco stared. "What? Potter didn't want a family?" he asked, incredulous. "Still trying to live like a hero?" he sneered.

Weasley reddened and poured herself another glass of wine before speaking again. "His work is very demanding," she finally said, the subsequent grimace on her face telling him that even she thought this to be an inadequate excuse. Weasley sighed. "Harry cares more about saving others than working on a relationship. That's not a bad thing," she said hastily. "He is one of the most selfless people I know, that is why he finished it with me. He couldn't commit to being there as a husband or father, so he did the only thing that made sense to him."

"Rubbish," Draco said, a little sharper than he had intended. "Sounds like he is more selfish than you think. To lead you on for that long, and you think he's selfless?"

"Don't start on Harry, Malfoy," she warned.

"I couldn't care less about Potter, I'm just telling you my opinion," he said, shrugging. "I may be arrogant, but at least I know what I want. And I'm not stupid enough to carry on with someone who clearly has a different path."

"You don't know anything about it!" she exclaimed, her voice rising.

"You wanted marriage and children, did you not? He didn't," he said clearly. "I know, because the same damn thing happened to me, Weasley, so stop being so precious about it. Looking like that, you'll have the ring and the baby by next year. Fuck Potter and get on with it."

Weasley blinked, evidently shocked by his words and the way he had spoken them. Draco wondered if Potter had ever spoken to her like that. "Merlin..." she whispered, looking down at her plate, which was now almost empty. "Merlin... you're right..." she laughed nervously then. "What have I been doing? Bloody moping and having an absolutely shit season!"

She picked up her drink and gulped it down quickly, causing Draco to stare at her with incredulity. "OK, Weasley, you don't want to get drunk again, now, do you?"

"I'm not going to get drunk!" she snapped.

"Good, because I'd rather you experience this new found freedom with me in a sober state," he said, finishing off the last of his dinner. "I also don't want you doing anything you will regret and then blame on me in the morning."

"Malfoy, I am not that easy," she said, rolling her eyes.

Draco smirked, remembering the week before when she had been so willing to submit to him in her drunken state. But he kept quiet about that now, it would only be detrimental to his chances to bring that up in detail. "I don't sleep with easy women, I prefer a challenge," he murmured.

"Is that your game, then?" she asked smoothly. "To get me into bed with you and brag about it with your friends when you get back home?"

Draco laughed again, this time it was a low sound in his throat as he took her in. His eyes hungry for her again, to see that dress pulled down, exposing those lovely, full breasts to his waiting mouth once more. "I think you know what you're doing to me," he muttered, gazing at her still and cursing the table between them. "Why else would you wear this if not to tease me?"

"You told me to wear something sexy," she said defensively. "And you didn't answer my question."

"Oh, Weasley, you'd be my little secret – too good to tell anyone else..." he drawled. "Why would I want to share? And I didn't expect you to go through with my request – it was a joke. Did you really think I'd blackmail you?"

Weasley stared open-mouthed at him. "You... you were joking?" she asked, disbelieving.

"Do you really think I would get away with blackmailing someone?" he frowned at her. "When the Malfoy name has been dragged through the mud for the past ten years? That would have gone down very well."

"Then why lie?" she asked, her ire beginning to bubble to the surface like a simmering potion.

"How else would I have gotten you alone?" he asked simply.

Weasley continued to look at him in disbelief. "What do you want from me, Malfoy?" she said, her amber eyes searching his face for the truth, though there was a little trepidation there too. "Are you trying to play games with me?"

"I've already told you, I'm past all that immature shit," he said in a firm voice, his eyes fixed on her. "All I want is you in my bed, Weasley, and that's the honest truth."

Weasley took another hefty sip of her wine. "Why?"

"Merlin, do I have to spell it out for you?!" he said loudly, standing from the table and gesturing at her as she continued to look oblivious. "You don't understand how much willpower I've been using up, just trying to stop myself from taking you!"

"Taking me?" she paled.

"You'd be mine for the summer, Weasley, make no mistake," he said assuredly, spurred on by the fact that she hadn't Apparated just yet. "Once will not be enough, I can tell already."

"You think very highly of yourself," she said, baleful as she looked past him into the moonlight. "And I don't know what makes you believe I will even give in like some kind of fictional romantic heroine... this is real life, Malfoy."

Draco smiled as he looked down at her. "You haven't left yet," he replied. "You're intrigued, at least."

Weasley rolled her eyes and stood from the table. "I have nothing better to do," she said carelessly.

"So you'd rather spend an evening with someone you consider an enemy?" he asked, following her back into the main salon. "That makes perfect sense."

"I don't have to explain myself to you," she said.

Draco caught up with her and grasped her arm, spinning her round to face him. The look of anger in her eyes did nothing but send a wave of heat through his body, that fever igniting in his blood again as he understood what Matías had meant by calling her an inferno. She consumed everything in her path, and at this moment, he was in direct sight of her and unwilling to move. "Oh, you don't need to, little nymph," he murmured. "I already know... after a lifetime with Potter, you're ready to taste something different. You're just too much of a coward to admit it."

You would think he had slapped her by the shocked look on her face. "Coward?" she said in anger. "I'm a coward? There is nothing for me to admit to! I came here because my low opinion of you led me to believe you would follow through with your threats, not because I am burning with desire for you!"

Draco only smiled down at her. "Again, why are you still here then?" he asked calmly. "I have already assured you I wouldn't be blackmailing you, there is nothing holding you here."

Weasley stared up at him and he knew she was intrigued by his words, he knew she didn't trust him but that she had understood what he said earlier. That she clung to the past. Draco also knew she would never admit to it, so he did the only thing he thought would entice her to remain on the boat with him. He kissed her. The fever reached a tipping point as he pulled her to him, his hands on her bare back, then at her neck, everywhere, and he knew she was in control of which way it would tip. But he had to hide that, she couldn't know she had power over him, she had to see him as the one in control. A woman like Ginny Weasley needed someone who wasn't afraid to treat her like a woman, to exert power over her in matters of the bedroom.

She tried to push against him for a moment or two, noises of resistance in her throat as he held the back of her neck, taking away her ability to turn from him. Draco held her tighter about the waist, making certain that she couldn't flee either. Mere moments passed until she slackened, but this time it was different from when she had bitten him. The hands acting as a barrier on his chest slid upwards to settle around his own neck, allowing him to pull her closer, her breasts firmly pushed against his chest, and her noises of resistance changed to little sighs of pleasure. Draco threw all caution to the wind and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding over her lower lip, encouraging her to let him in and, Merlin, she did. The storm burst within him and the wildfire returned as he tasted her sweetness and the alcohol she had been drinking, her hot mouth too much for him to bear any longer.

Draco left her mouth and briefly looked into her eyes, even though they were half-closed he could see the smallest sliver of want in the bright amber pools. Though he was unsure how tipsy she might be from the wine, the want in her eyes was enough. He growled with desire as he nuzzled her neck, his teeth finding her soft skin and he relished in the gasp he caused when he bit down on her, marking her again, claiming her. The need to own her was so irrational, Draco couldn't understand it, all he knew was that he had to answer it otherwise something terrible would happen. His body knew it before his brain and the familiar uncomfortableness in his shorts was returning with a vengeance; he needed her now, it went deeper than just wanting and it would have scared him if his mind could focus on anything other than her.

"We mustn't," he heard her whisper, urgency in her voice, fear. "Malfoy, we mustn't!"

Draco growled again, this time with displeasure as he heard her resistance and he tightened his grip on her, unwilling to let her go. He needed her. "Don't call me that," he muttered before kissing her throat again, this time with gentleness. Perhaps his lust had carried over too much, overwhelmed her. "Say my name," he murmured in her ear before kissing her lips again, the red of her lipstick beautifully smeared as he had caused it. "Say my name, little nymph."

Weasley sighed against his mouth and kissed him back, despite herself, despite her reluctance. "Draco," she whispered, and the merest mutter of his name on her lips sent him back into a heated fever, and he kissed as he wanted to earlier, rough and passionate. How could he be gentle with a woman such as her? A woman made from fire. A woman made for passion. But Weasley turned her face away, even as her sighs grew louder and her fingers curled into his short hair. "We can't do this," she said quietly, insisting.

Draco buried his face into her neck again, drinking in her flowery scent. "You can't deny the attraction now, Weasley," he whispered against her throat and she shivered at the feel of his cool breath on her skin. What he wouldn't give to have her shivering with pleasure beneath him, encased in the silken sheets of the bed below deck. "Your blood is pumping so fast, you can't deny you want this."

"It doesn't matter what I want," she said, her tone firm now. "We can't be together. Whatever you say about our past, it cannot change the fact that our friends and family will vilify us for even associating with each other!"

Draco looked at her, the fear in her eyes as apparent as it was in her voice. "No one will ever know, little nymph, it'll be our guilty secret," he whispered as he brushed his knuckles over her freckled cheek. Her eyes widened at such a suggestion. "There is no one else on this island who knows us back home."

Weasley pulled away from him, shaking her head as she turned her back on him. She seemed rooted to the spot, staring out at the opposite end of the boat towards the island. The hotel was basked in the glow of the moonlight, making it shine amongst the fauna and trees. Draco stepped closer to her again, he had to be near her, had to feel the warmth from her body reaching for his. It maddened him that he had never had this reaction to a woman before, not even Astoria and, what was worse, this woman was painfully reluctant. He had never experienced that before either; women had generally been easy to fall into his arms and into his bed. Unable to resist for much longer, Draco touched his fingers to her shoulder, tracing a line along the sharp curve of her bone and letting his hand fall gently down her bare back.

"I know you're scared..." he whispered against the back of her neck as he placed gentle kisses there. "But you don't strike me as someone who runs away when you're scared. Better to face it. Better to give in now rather than later, little nymph."

"Give in?" she asked quietly.

Draco smiled into her skin. "Yes," he whispered. "Let me show you what it feels like to give in." He stood in front of her again, his hand grasping her chin to guide her gaze to his own and their eyes met. Her lashes brushed her cheeks as she looked up at him, her eyes wide as she took him in, but he could sense she wanted to let go. If only she could be given a gentle push. "Forget everyone else, it's just you and me here, little nymph. And I know you want to..." He smirked down at her before kissing her again, her mouth parted almost as soon as his lips touched hers and he growled with urgent want in response to her own unrestrained moan. Her tongue slid over his and all restraint left him at that point.

Draco reached down and felt for the material of her dress, only to pull it down and expose her to him for a third time and now she stood half-naked before him in his arms. It was more than he could stand for much longer and the urgency he felt in his shorts tautened even further as her nimble fingers found his shirt buttons and undid them one by one, allowing her hardened nipples to brush against the skin of his torso. The feeling sent him wild with lust, wilder than he had been up to that point and he completely gave into his primal senses, leaving his logical self behind until he was satiated.

He yanked her dress down completely now, letting her step out of it so he could cast it aside and he had to admire the picture before him. Weasley stood in her tiny black knickers and heels, the darkened look in her eyes spurring him back into action. Draco lifted her into his arms, laughing low at the gasp he elicited from her as her feet left the ground. He placed her on the table in the kitchen area and immediately dropped his head to her breasts, unable to wait much longer to taste her body, he had been resisting this for a week and ignoring his urges. Now they wanted payment.

Her reaction to his caresses and mouth were more than he could have ever anticipated; she sighed at the right moments, touched him where he liked, and drew him into her, entrapped by her athletic legs he couldn't think of a better place to be right now. Except, perhaps the sumptuous bed below deck.

"Come," he murmured, kissing her mouth before pulling away. "Come, little nymph." Draco held his hand out to her and she took it without hesitation, her own small hand in his felt perfect and he wondered if he would feel perfect inside her. She slid off the table and allowed him to lead her downstairs, the warmth of her hand assuring him that this was right. That this was the only possible outcome.

They could still hear the sound of the water lapping against the boat, even in the bedroom and it was soothing to hear only that. They were safe from the world, safe from the gossip in this secluded part of the ocean. They could let it happen without fear of consequence and go back to their normal lives. Without provocation, Weasley slid onto the large bed, it's hugeness overwhelming her petite body and it made him feel as though he needed to protect her. From what, he wasn't particularly sure, but it was that base, primal instinct that was taking over his mind again and there wasn't much logic to any of his feelings at the moment.

Draco leant over her and let himself be intoxicated by her, her mouth on his, her hands on him and her just everywhere. He freed himself of his shorts, relishing in the relief removing them had caused and returned to the worship he was giving to her skin, each part of her was like some sacred deity that needed his touch to save himself from the lust that was driving him senseless. He dared sweep his hand under the slinky material of her knickers to connect with the very centre of her body, his touch immediately making her moan with satisfaction, her fingers curling into his skin and her hips bucking to meet him. She sighed and sighed as his fingers toyed with her and his mouth burned on her hardened nipples, until he could take no more waiting.

"Take them off," he growled at her, almost too demanding, as he pulled on her knickers, the only barrier between him and heaven.

Weasley complied, standing to remove them as she discarded the material on the floor somewhere. Seeing those red, coppery curls at the apex of her thighs drew out all control from him then, if he'd had any left, and he grasped both her hands to pull her on top of him as he laid back against the soft silken sheets. If the sight of her naked hadn't sent him into lustful madness, the sight of her naked and straddling him was enough to do the damage. That and the now painful hardness he felt below was agonisingly touching her moist heat.

He yanked her down to him so he could kiss her sweet, smeared mouth. "Tell me what you want, little nymph," he whispered, rocking his hips to extract every ounce of pleasure from her that he could. The feel of her was phenomenal and he knew he would need to pace himself otherwise this experience could end quicker than he wanted it to.

She groaned just as he had wanted her to, her eyes shutting as he continued to rock against her. "I want..." She trailed off, her voice high but quiet, struggling to speak. "I want you!" she finally bit out, sitting up again.

That was all Draco needed to hear and her permission was enough for him to adjust himself and slide deeply into her. It was his turn to shut his eyes now and let his other senses work, deeper and deeper he went, luxuriating in the heat within her and grasping at her hips as she moved onto him. But he couldn't let her have control of this, he couldn't allow her to think he was happy to settle down and let her do all the work. No matter how ridiculously amazing it felt.

He snapped his eyes open and sat up, holding her around the waist and switching their positions in one swift movement. Now he could watch her shiver beneath him... And he was relentless, he couldn't be anything else, he had to take her. She clutched at him, moaning in his ear as he ravaged her throat and her ankles tightened around his waist, her moaning growing louder and louder with each thrust. Then his hands were touching her, her full breasts and hardened nipples, and then to her most sensitive part where he circled his fingers there, savouring the feel of the wetness he was creating and the feel of himself so deep inside her. His touches were enough to send her body into a state, and she arched into him, near shrieking as he felt her clench tightly around him, her legs trembling as she fell into the pleasure.

It was enough for him to let her body rest from his hands and now he could focus on his own release, and he was determined. So determined to do this, he had to have her in the most carnal and base way imaginable.

"Kiss me..." She whispered suddenly, her breath ragged as her amber eyes stared up at him, her lashes damp from sweat. How could he refuse? Why would he want to refuse? Merlin, she was gorgeous with her hair falling out of the bun and her body moving with his.

Draco leant over her again, his hand at her neck and he could feel her pulse raging, a fever in her blood just as much as in his. As he drove into her over and over, he captured her mouth with his and groaned as he finally found his own release, invigorating and draining all at once and he knew then that he had succeeded. The animal inside him had claimed her, just as it had always known it would.