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Nona Fortuna LaLorie sat in a dark corner of the Leaky Cauldron nursing a double shot of fire whiskey. Drinking alone on a Saturday night wasn't her usual pass time, but considering the circumstances she needed a drink. She ran a hand through her hair and groaned. There wasn't enough fire whiskey in the world to change the fact that she would be betrothed in the morning to a man she'd never met before.

The whole thing was absurd. Her mother had planned it all down to what perfume she should wear. The middle aged socialite had no sympathy for her daughter's predicament. It was as though Nona was nothing more than a valuable good being packaged and sold off to the highest bidder. The fact that she was being subjected to such a sexist and antiquated tradition was maddening to her. The thought of stealing off into the night and disappearing into the woods somewhere crossed her mind more than once, but she had no choice.

Her mother had pissed away their entire family fortune, and in a matter of months they would be completely destitute. All of the extravagant trips, the shopping sprees, her mother had never even once considered that their bank accounts were not limitless, and now Nona knew why. Her own daughter was her key to a bailout.

To hear her mother talk you would think the man she would marry was king midas. As a formality Nona had been presented with a list of her suitor's estates and holdings that seemed to go on for miles. Paying off their entire family debt wouldn't even dent his fortune. She took a pull of her whiskey and slammed the glass back on the table.

She imagined he was a snarky little puke, most likely used to getting everything he wanted. Nona dreaded the thought that he might be cruel or abusive but she pushed the idea out of her head. Heaven help him if he thought to lay a hand on her. She'd hex him into oblivion if it so much as crossed his mind.

"Pardon me, Darling, but you seem as though you could use some company." Nona looked up at the tall platinum blonde man who interrupted her thoughts with the intention of waving him off, but she was stunned to find a drop dead gorgeous face grinning devilishly at her. He was quite tall, and delectably built. Nona couldn't help but look him over from top to bottom.

"Um, sure." She gestured to the opposite side of the table. This was a development she wasn't expecting. He pulled away a chair and sat in it. The way he moved made him look like a big cat. Nona wasn't one to be overly sociable with strangers, but his face was as effective on her as a vat of amortentia.

"Your boyfriend isn't going to come storming out of the loo is he?" The blonde devil gave her a wink and she straightened her posture. It wasn't every day a man so brazenly flirted with her, and she knew how ironic it was that this stranger took an interest on the eve of her betrothal.

"No, I'm alone tonight." The moment she said it she kicked herself. Letting a strange man know she was completely alone was a terrible idea, even if he was gorgeous.

"And other nights?" A platinum eyebrow rose with his question and his silver eyes flashed at her. There was something devious in those eyes that made her want to shiver. Had she ever met such a stunning man?

"I'm sorry?" Nona felt like a rabbit speaking to a wolf.

"I'm attempting to discern if I may flirt with you without causing offence." He stretched one long arm across the chair next to him and rested it there. The man looked like a king sprawled comfortably on his throne.

"Oh." Nona swallowed and flushed at his directness. "I'm single." She clarified. "And since we're being direct I would love it if you flirted with me." What harm would some last minute flirtation cause? She'd be effectively engaged in the morning, and her last night as a single woman shouldn't be spent as a pity party. She could have fun one last time.

"Then I shall give you my best effort." He smirked and Nona felt her heart thump in her chest. "May I ask why such a beautiful American woman is drinking alone?"

"Because you hadn't approached me yet." She shot back with a smirk of her own. There was no need to share her troubles with this man. His eyes lit up at her response and he leaned forward.

"Am I to believe you were on the hunt and I stumbled into your snare?" He ghosted his thumb along his jawline and Nona's eyes flicked to the chiseled feature. Every single thing about this man screamed sex. He was absolutely dripping in big dick energy and Nona swallowed at the thought. This was the sort of man that made women do reckless, stupid things and she was feeling very reckless.

"And what if you have?" She purred back. The pleasant distraction had pulled her mind away from the tragedy of the next morning and sucked her into his steely eyes.

"Then I'm a very lucky bastard." He thrummed. "What are you drinking?" The smell of sandalwood and musk wafted across the table from his person and Nona caught her breath. He smelled amazing.

Nona raised her empty glass and smiled. "Fire whiskey."

"A woman of good taste." He complimented before raising a long arm and flagging down the waiter.

Nona examined him as he ordered two more shots of fire whiskey. He was in a white oxford that was unbuttoned at the top, revealing his collarbones and the sleeves were rolled neatly up to his elbows. The way the pristine fabric hugged his chest was down right criminal. When his gaze returned to her he flashed her a cocky grin.

"What brings you to London?" He pushed the few strands of hair that fell into his eyes back and away from his face.

"I have some business here." She answered vaguely.

POV

Draco looked across the table at the elegant, dark haired witch. She was curvacious and had full lips that just begged him to nibble on them. Green eyes examined every inch of him and he felt his ego swell at her obvious appreciation of his looks. She had a face that belonged in a painting and he congratulated himself for tracking down such a delicious conquest.

Propriety would collar him in the morning, when the betrothal papers were signed, but tonight he would woo this unfamiliar witch and with any luck, bed her. At least then he could enter the suffocating bonds of matrimony with a memory to look back on. For all he knew his future wife could be a terrible prude, and that simply wouldn't satisfy him. The image of a mousy girl entered his mind and he shuddered.

"Mysterious." He thrummed with an amused grin. "A beautiful, dark haired woman alone in a bar, and she's here for business. You sound like a heroine in a film noir." He watched as her red lips twitched in an amused smile.

"And you? Are you the tall, handsome stranger who waltzes in and sweeps me into trouble?" She asks with a quirk of her brow. The way her curls cascaded over her shoulder and against her collar bone was tantalizing. He followed a single coil to where it sat nestled between her ample breasts and had to tame himself.

"Trouble? Never. I play the dashing romantic interest. Can't you tell?" He waved at himself demonstratively.

"Hmm the devil may care playboy? That certainly sounds like trouble to me." She smirked at him and his stomach tightened at the flirtatious gleam in her eye. Draco imagined that sassy smile becoming a gasp of pleasure and determined then and there that he would do his damndest to get between her legs.

"If that's what you think of me I'm not so sure I want to disappoint you." He raised a brow and gave her his best suggestive smile.

"I doubt anything about you is disappointing." She murmured as she rested her chin against her knuckles. Draco felt his trousers tighten at her sultry words and forced himself to calm down. This woman was teasing him expertly and he was ravenous with the desire to tease back.

"Care to find out?" The words rolled off his tongue like a cat's purr.

"What are you suggesting?" She leaned forward even further, giving him a wonderful view of her cleavage. The way her emerald eyes peeked at him beneath her lashes made him want to take her right there.

Draco reached out and took her hand in his before guiding it gently to his lips and kissing her knuckles. He watched a lovely color rush to her cheeks and her eyes dilated.

"I think you know exactly what I'm suggesting." This was the moment she would decide to slap him or fuck him senseless and he waited in suspense for her response.

"Do I look like that kind of woman?" Her question had no teeth. She was practically dazed by his lips on her skin.

"You look like the kind of woman who deserves to know what heaven feels like." Draco watched her quiver at his words and he knew he had her then.

"My hotel?" She murmured. When he nodded he was shocked by the sensation of apparition. He'd never even known she had her hand on her wand. When they appeared in a small hotel room he pulled her flush against him and reveled in the sensation of her soft body against his.

POV Nona

This was stupid and unbelievably reckless, but she didn't care. The second he pulled her against his hard body she melted into him.

"I knew you were trouble." She murmured just before he took her lips in a long deep kiss. His large hand snaked up the back of her neck and tangled in her hair while the other slipped down and cupped her ass. When he pulled away he bent down to whisper breathily in her ear.

"And I knew you would taste divine." He flicked his tongue along the shell of her ear and Nona shook at the sensation. Her skin felt like it was electrified. This was the distraction she so desperately craved. The moment his lips touched hers she was captivated by him, and all of her cares went right out the window.

Without warning he scooped her up in his arms, causing her to squeal in surprise, and carried her to the bed where he laid her down. Nona gasped as he ran a rough hand up her thigh and pushed up the skirt of her dress. She wasn't about to be a passive party. Her hands grabbed the front of his pristine shirt and dragged him down on top of her. The weight of his muscular body pressing her into the mattress made her stomach clench.

"Naughty girl." He thrummed as he found her collar bone and began nipping and sucking at it. Those delectable words sounded so much sexier from a british man and she groaned for him.

"Fuck yes." She moaned as his rough hands began to explore her and she hastily unbuttoned his shirt. The pale flesh of his chiseled torso was hot under her touch and he hissed a breath as she stroked the platinum happy trail that led the way below his belt and to his manhood. He leaned back on his knees and ripped the shirt the rest of the way off before abandoning it in a heap on her floor. He towered over her, his steel eyes caressing every inch of her body as though committing it to memory. He knelt between her legs and locked eyes with her as his hand pushed her dress up to her navel, revealing the lacy black panties she normally reserved for dates. She watched him grin deviously and bite his lip as he ran a finger down her stomach and all the way to her mound. It was like a porno designed perfectly for her and she was getting more and more horny by the minute.

A breath hitched in her throat as he slid his index finger along her slit and sent sparks flying through her skin. His eyes locked with her own as he teased her sensitive nub through her panties and caused her to throw her head back.

"You look delicious." He growled before pulling aside her slick panties and rubbing her nub in tight circles. "Shall I have a taste?" He didn't wait for her response before dipping his head and dragging his tongue over her nub. The hot slick sensation of his tongue writhing against her most sensitive spot made her toes curl. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and moaned which he took as enthusiastic encouragement and lavished her with his attentions.

Nona writhed at the intensity of the sensation and his arms snaked around her hips, forcing her to stay still while he sucked and licked her clit. "Sweet Jesus!" She groaned as she gripped the covers.

He smirked into her sopping wet cunt and growled as he pulled away and looked down at her. The dark haired witch was a wanton mess beneath him and her emerald eyes flashed pleadingly at him. She reached out and pulled him down to her again, eager to taste herself on his lips. A growl hummed from his mouth to her own and she melted even more. Her mind was a dizzying mess of sensation and desire. There was no room for worry or discontent.

A long finger slipped inside of her and she gasped against the gorgeous man's lips. "So needy." he whispered in her ear. Nona flushed and pinched her eyes shut. As embarrassed as she was by his words she couldn't stop bucking against his hand. A month's long dry spell wasn't doing her any favors as she tried to remain somewhat composed, but his skilled finger was coaxing her closer and closer to orgasm. She'd never come from a man's fingers alone, and she was realizing absently how truly inept her past partners had been. Her hand slid down to the rock hard bulge in his pants and gripped him firmly. He throbbed against her and let out a mangled groan of surprise.

"And I'm the needy one?" She whispered in a husky voice that she didn't even recognize. Her fingers were undoing his belt buckle and she watched his silver eyes glaze with lust as he watched her.

"You're a minx." He accused as he leaned back and took mere seconds to pull off his trousers and send them into the pile with his shirt. Nona yanked her dress over her head and they were both left in nothing but their underwear.

Before he could settle over her once more she pulled him down onto his back and slipped between his legs. His eyes went wide as she left a trail of red lipstick kisses down his stomach and to the hem of his briefs. He was going to remember that color of red for the rest of his life.

Nona wasn't about to let him have all the fun. She stroked his hard cock through the thin fabric and smiled wickedly as he quivered from anticipation. Being desired by such a handsome man caused a euphoria in her that she felt stoking her confidence. She felt like a goddess as she locked eyes with him and slowly pulled down his boxers. His engorged cock sprang up and she swallowed hard at the sight of it. She wasn't sure if all of it fit but she was going to give it her best shot.

She took his twitching shaft into her hand and never lost eye contact as she bent and licked it slowly from base to tip. The rush of air that left his lungs made her smirk before she slipped the head into her mouth and suckled on it while rolling the flat of her tongue over it. His face turned red as he bit back a moan of pleasure and threw his head back against the pillows of her bed. She knew uncircumcised men were sensitive, but his reactions were absolutely maddening. Pushing down she stretched out her tongue and took his cock as deep as it would go. She gagged for a moment before gaining control and beginning to bob up and down. The desperate moans that huffed out of the stranger's gorgeous lips encouraged her and she grabbed the base of his cock with one hand as she hummed.

"Merlin's beard!" He howled as his hips bucked into her and caused her to choke on his throbbing cock. She released his member from her mouth with a gasp and wiped her lips on the back of her hand.

"I just wanted to return the favor." She smirked at him and his silver eyes darkened with lust. In one fluid movement he'd pinned her to the bed, arms held above her in one of his hands and her legs spread wide around his waist. They were by this point lying backwards in the bed with their legs at the pillow end.

"I'm going to fuck you sensless." He growled darkly at her. A shiver ran up her spine as all playfulness left his voice and nothing but burning desire was left.

"Promise?" She whispered back, mesmerized by the fire she saw flashing in his eyes. A cheshire smile spread across his face as he slowly dragged his fingers down her body. She was ticklish and completely exposed to him. A gasp leapt from her lips as his fingers hooked around the waist of her panties and ripped them clean off. If it hadn't been the single sexiest thing a man had ever done to her she would have been mad at the loss of her favorite underwear.

"Spread your legs." He commanded as his free hand found her center and slid two fingers inside. He began pumping at a fast pace and Nona's back immediately arched at the sensation of being roughly fucked by his long fingers. She was sopping wet and the sound of her juicy pussy slapping against his hand nearly made them both come undone.

"Please!" She begged as her hips bucked hard against him and drove his divine fingers right into her G-spot.

"Please what, Love? You'll have to ask me nicely." The patronizing tone to his voice made her flush red with embarrassment but the need between her legs was much too great to ignore.

"Please fuck me, Sir!" She begged. As the formal address reached his ears she saw him clench his jaw. Neither of them cared that they didn't know the other's name.

"I love the sound you make when you beg." The dangerous thrum of his voice through clenched teeth made her core clench around his fingers in anticipation. "But you're going to have to come for me first, Darling." His fingers pounded into her even faster and he hooked them upward to hit her exactly in the throbbing spot inside her delicious cunt.

A yelp of pleasure bubbled up from Nona's throat and she thrashed as he coaxed an earth shaking orgasm from her. Stars flashed in her vision as her entire body stiffened and then shuddered. The stranger slowed and milked her for every shiver she could bear as she clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Before she completely finished he withdrew his digits and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.

With a devious gleam in his eye he pressed into her ever so slowly. The aftershocks of her orgasm made him feel even larger than he was and she let out a squeak as he sunk hilt deep inside of her. The sound of flesh slapping flesh rang out in the dark hotel room as he fucked her deep and slow.

Nona clutched his shoulders and felt his hot breath on her face as he rocked into her again and again. He smelled like fire whiskey and sweat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She whispered desperately with each thrust. Even as her previous orgasm was fading she felt a new wave of white hot pleasure building in her core. She couldn't fathom how on earth the devil between her legs had learned to be so unimaginably good in bed. His touseled hair tickled her forehead as he leaned low over her.

"Such a filthy mouth." He murmured snaring her lips with his own and sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Butterflies danced in Nona's stomach as she allowed him to have his way with her and relished every second of it.

The pressure and need grew inside them both as they rocked against eachother hungrily, satisfying their deepest carnal desires. His thrusts became more desperate and he swelled inside of her before they both tumbled over the edge of ecstasy. Nona felt his hot seed spill into her tight core and shivered at the lewd pleasure of the sensation. There was something unavoidably forbidden about letting a strange man fill her up, and the pulses of her own orgasm milked him for every drop.

Instead of rolling off of her lazily like her past partners he wound his arms around her waist and pulled her with him as he rolled onto his back so that she lay against his chest gasping for breath. Nona could hear his heart thundering in his ribcage from the exertion of their activities and smiled ruefully. She breathed in the scent of his cologne blended with the warm scent of good sex and chuckled.

"Something funny?" He asked, lifting his head to look down at her.

"I was right." She said with a crooked sleepy smile.

"About what?" He murmured in his sexy baritone.

"There's nothing disapointing about you." She whispered back.