A/N: Because with Draco, I always need more...

I am willing myself not to turn around. My hand is on the knob and I'm about to walk out that door but…

Am I making the biggest mistake of my life? I thought falling into bed with the one person that made it his mission to make my life a living hell when we were in school would be it. But that couldn't be further from the truth.

This...this leaving Draco naked in bed after a night where I have never felt this alive...this could be my biggest mistake.

He has changed. He made his feelings very clear in the way he ravaged my body with his and turned my mind into mush with whispered words of intent and promise. And love and hate are just two sides of the same coin, right? This time love is overruling and god, the way he makes me feel, the way he used his body to convey how very much he wants me and desires me, that won't ever be forgotten. If I walk away from this, I am still forever marked by him. There will be no one else because no other man will ever live up to him. I will only crave his touch. I know now he never really hated me, I don't think he ever did. Neither did I.

Being in his arms, looking into those gorgeous greys...everything he ever felt for me was there crystal clear. The merciless way he thrust into me over and over in every way possible told me how much he wanted to own me completely. He wanted to break me out of the shell of a life I thought was living.

The way he makes me feel, I have never felt with anyone else. How the hell could I ever think to give this up? Overthinker that I am, I know he will just consume my thoughts every single waking and dreaming moment til he comes back into my life. And is the fantasy of him in my mind ever going to match up to the beautiful reality of him? I lean my head on the door and sigh. I tell myself to just let go. Oh, the many ways I need to do this! I straighten myself up and finally turn towards him. I start to strip off my clothes as I make my way towards forever. I'm standing at the foot of the bed, every piece of me bared to him, right down to my soul.

I hear him swallow. His eyes have probably been boring holes in me, slowly breaking my resolve, willing me to see the error of my ways and to turn the fuck around! But I'm stubborn, I can't be wrong. So because of this, I refuse to lose him. I see a swirl of emotions in them now: relief, hope, gratitude, lust...love. A storm is brewing in those eyes. I'm going to be caught in the maelstrom of him, and finding that I'm quite loving the onslaught of feelings he is wringing out in me.

He holds out his hand. I sit down next to him and take it. He uses it to pull me closer to him and then his lips crash down on mine. Still hungry, his tongue is is desperately begging me to let him in. I fist the blanket covering his gloriously naked body so I can pull it away and see the arousal sparked in him. I am literally aching to open up for him. He's already taken ownership of everything in me, my mind, heart, body. I close my eyes and wonder how I could have ever thought to leave him. I straddle him and we both gasp as I impale myself on him. I grip the headboard as I ground down on him. I want all of him in me. He lavishes hot kisses on my neck, sucking, biting, marking. His thumbs rub circles on both nipples til they become hard peaks. His hands move down my waist and then rest on my hips. He starts to guide my movements. The entire time I am focused on those eyes. I want to see every emotion this is bringing out in him. A small smirk forms and that causes me to bite my bottom lip, and slow my pace to small, tiny circles as I roll my hips. I hear whispered curses and then he is up and I'm now flat on my back.

His eyes never leave mine as he thrusts mercilessly into me once again. I stroke his silky hair, and he drops lower onto me. I throw my arms around his neck as my legs circle his waist. I want to touch as much of him as I can while clinging onto him for dear life. He is murmuring, "You were going to walk away from this, you were going to leave me here and never look back!" I grip him tighter while his hips snap with all the hurt I could have caused him. He's letting it all out and I'm going to take it from him. I whisper back, "I'm here, love, I'm not going anywhere…" I choke out a sob as I come. Then I look at him in wonder as he immediately follows me down, then drops onto me exhausted.

All I know is if I went through that door, I'd be walking away from the best thing that ever happened to me. Then I'd be regretting my decision as it slammed shut. I don't ever want to live that way. I don't want to waste my time thinking about the what ifs.

And I'd never been that stupid. His touch has ignited a burning desire to be engulfed by him. He keeps fanning the flames and I'm here, covered in sweat, gasping for air, crying out, "Draco!", in a breathy moan as I finally give him what he truly wants.

Will it always be like this? Yes, absolutely. It's Draco Malfoy we are talking about here! The embers will always smolder. The fire never quite dying down. This is our truth. This is all us.