I sent word to the office that I was 'enjoying my time in France so much,' I'd extended my stay and was finally cashing in on banked vacation hours.
I wasn't sure if anyone believed it, but it had been over 24 hours since my return, and so far, no one had come looking for me in my home.
It had been very quiet…too quiet.
I'd waited for the deluge of letters to come once the Daily Prophet printed mine and Malfoy's photo from the gala, but it never came.
Instead, it was just me, Crookshanks, and my endless inner monologue.
Xxx
I hadn't spoken a word about what happened at Malfoy Manor 10 years ago, and I had absolutely zero plans to. I was taking that dirty little secret to my grave. Malfoy had made it easy, disappearing after his trial, so I never had to worry about him holding our secret over me. I would have never been able to bury it as deep as I had in my mind if he had been around, but that took me years, ages, even.
Draco fucking Malfoy had changed my entire world by awakening a carnal lust and satiating it in every way. He'd broken every wall of insecurity I had, unveiling my raw sexuality and pleasuring areas of my body I would have never been brave enough to consider on my own. In fact, after the war, I couldn't wait to fuck again, to feel orgasm after orgasm radiate throughout my body. I wanted more, and I thought I wanted it with Ron. I gave him seven years of my life only to prove ad nauseam that he was no match for me intellectually or sexually. I'd loved him enough to try and teach him, but his pride and insecurity made it impossible! Eventually, I gave up. I began pleasing myself in the few sacred moments of alone time I had. In the shower, while he was in the loo, or while he played Quidditch…
Then when I'd finally called quits with Ron and tried dating for the first time, I was disappointed all over again. I'd learned it was 100% impossible to find a man who was intelligent, decent looking, tall, not intimidated by my work or fame, and most importantly, could fuck my brains out. They were all too clingy, couldn't last in the bedroom, used pet names, or all the other things that gave me the ick.
So, I'd given up on dating, thrown myself deeper into my work, and collected various wonderful muggle sex toys.
I knew what my body wanted and needed, and for the most part, I could make it happen; I had mastered the art of masturbation, eliminating the need for any man in my life. They were but an unnecessary distraction.
Then I saw him again, and I remembered all the things he could do to me with his hands, mouth, and cock… All the things I'd failed to find in the last ten years.
There was no hesitation, no second thoughts before I fell down the rabbit hole of his embrace.
And Merlin, had it been every bit as good as I'd remembered…
Every touch, kiss, suck, and thrust had returned him to the center of my universe once more. He knew my body too well, my needs and desires too, and he was just too fucking good with his hands and his…
I rubbed my thighs together, trying to stifle the heat growing there and the hunger for more. I considered returning to bed and reliving every moment with the items hiding in my bedside drawer…No, no, no, I thought to myself, any moment Ginny or Ron or Harry or Godric forbid, all three would come banging down my door, and I was not going to be in my bedroom when they did.
Xxx
Finally, after hours of anxious overthinking, I gathered the courage to grab my Sunday Prophet from the doorstep. I unrolled the paper and searched every page, finding not a single picture from the gala. None. Instead, I found a printer's note at the bottom of the article stating, "Photos from this event are missing; if found, please return to…."
Interesting… The article spoke about me, but not my dance partner; hence, seemingly no one knew. Even the writers at The Prophet knew they couldn't convince the world without an actual picture of us together. He was still my dirtiest secret…
Feeling the safety net of secrecy envelope me, I let memories of him pour back in. With them came tactile waves of tingling heat that flowed down from my chest, leading the way to my needy depths.
As my heart began to quicken and I allowed my fingers to trail down my stomach, an insistent tapping at the window sounded behind me.
I froze.
Finally, I sat up, blinking away the hazy lust that had taken over, and spotted an owl with a large parcel outside my window.
Bloody hell…
I didn't recognize the owl, but the box and the wrapping were undoubtedly familiar. Shaking my head in disbelief, I nervously opened the box.
Lying on top was a photo of him and me on the dance floor. I gasped as I watched him spin me around, my face coming to life as I looked up at his. I hardly recognized the woman in the photo, and this time it had nothing to do with what I was wearing.
I'd never seen myself so happy.
Butterflies returned as I looked at the man in the moving image. He looked happier than I'd ever seen him… Had I ever seen him smile like that, even in school?
Flipping the image over, I found an address and a message.
"Dinner tonight, 7 pm.
Bring your questions; I'll answer them all. -M"
He had a lot of nerve coming back to London, I thought, before noticing a small vial on top of a bed of tissue paper where the photo had been.
Veritaserum
Was he mad?
I looked back at the note and then at the clock on the wall; I didn't have much time to decide… Was I the mental one for even considering the invitation?
I'd felt so sure it couldn't be real when I'd run out of the gala, but seeing this photo…I didn't know what to believe anymore. Was he simply the most incredible fuck I'd ever had, or was there something else? Could he be more?
Returning to the package, I lifted the tissue to find another gorgeous dress and accessories. It was simpler than the one for the gala, more appropriate for a nice dinner or date… I shivered at the thought.
Is that what this was, a date?
Could he and I casually eat dinner, hold a conversation, or do anything other than screw?
I momentarily shook the thought, removing the sheath dress and holding it against myself. It was undoubtedly more form-fitting than I would usually go for, but it wasn't immodest. The forest green silk seemed to melt beneath my fingertips; I knew it would look and feel heavenly on the rest of my body.
With another shiver, I realized the stark familiarity and significance green silk held for me, given the one other time I had worn it in my life…
I took several moments to ponder this and the photo; I reread the note several times over and inevitably crafted a list of burning questions in my head.
Was he serious? Would he actually take this Veritaserum if I asked? In a public place, no less?
There was only one way to find out…
Xxx
Under any circumstance, an opportunity to question the former Death Eater, business mogul, and inheritor of the Black and Malfoy fortunes, Draco Malfoy, under truth serum would be intriguing…but especially when I couldn't trust my feelings with him. There was just no way he felt the butterflies like I did…I'm just some starry-eyed fan girl of his body, and he's using me.
Right?
Or am I using him?
The heightened awareness of my folds within the lace lingerie underneath my dress made it painfully apparent that I wanted him again. As long as I could quench the building heat pulsing within me, it didn't matter who was using who.
No, absolutely not, I told myself. Under no circumstances would I let myself sleep with him tonight. If I did, I'd never get the answers I craved, and I'd certainly never be able to stop.
Xxx
The address led me to a muggle part of town and a dark doorway in a vacant alley. As I approached the unmarked door, it opened for me, and I stepped inside to find a service lift. It took me up several floors before depositing me into an empty back hallway of a restaurant.
I smoothed my dress over my thighs and took a deep breath in and out before entering the venue. To my surprise, I was greeted by an empty rooftop bar leading out to a terrace. Spotting a table set for two, I continued onto the terrace taking in the breathtaking view of London's skyline.
"Wow," I admitted just above a whisper.
"I was thinking the very same." Malfoy's voice interrupted from my left. My skin pricked at the sound and its proximity.
Some stupid, illogical part of me yearned for him to come closer, pull me in, and relive our last encounter; it was that part of me that I feared most.
Nervously, I turned, quickly spotting him leaning against the railing, looking directly at me.
"It's a shame you weren't sorted into Slytherin; you look stunning in green." He smirked; that was all it took for my ankles to feel weak in my heels.
Why did he have to look so good in a collared shirt? The way the sleeves were barely able to roll up over his muscular forearms, and the way his slacks did little to hide his powerful thighs…
"Thanks," I breathed, quickly adding, "You certainly have impeccable taste."
"I had help." He shrugged before narrowing the space between us.
I stepped back half a step, shamefully aware of how easy it would be for me to press my body against his. How delicious that would feel.
He hesitated, slowing his steps as he gauged my reaction.
"I'm glad you came." He admitted, offering his hand.
Uncertainty and excitement fluttered through my chest, and I held my breath as I laid my hand in his. The tips of his fingers faintly slid across the thin skin of my inner wrist, tickling and igniting a fierce reaction of nerves.
His thumb slid across my fingers before gently pulling me in closer; I didn't resist. We were toe to toe now, eye to eye. My heart beat louder in my chest as we studied each other.
Do something, please, I silently pleaded; touch me.
"What are you thinking?" He asked, taking me off guard.
Startled by his question, I felt my cheeks flush. I leaned back and turned toward the sunset, mortified by my actual thoughts and petrified that he'd be able to see right through me.
"I don't know what to think; I have too many questions," I responded meekly, remembering that he was still holding my hand in his.
He hummed in brief amusement before I felt his other hand on my chin; he turned my eyes back to his.
"Do your worst, Granger, and I'll do my best." He challenged, releasing my hand so he could touch my lower back.
I let myself become lighter than air as I prepared to let him take me anywhere and in any way he wanted.
I made it oh so easy for him to guide me into a seat at the table…
With stark mortification, I quickly blinked away my excitement as he sat down across from me. There was seriously no way I was the only one feeling like this…
"I'm not sure you could handle my worst." I quipped, trying to remember all the inane questions I'd prepared and push back all the filthy thoughts at the forefront of my mind.
"Try me." He countered, settling back into the chair with cool confidence; like he owned the place, hell, maybe he did. I watched him watching me from across the table; his silver eyes diligently searched mine.
The waiter came and went, bringing us wine and appetizers as I nervously chose my following words. Silence loomed between us as he patiently waited for me to start.
"I never had the chance to thank you," I began at last, pausing to take generous sips of the wine.
A quizzically cocked eyebrow was his only response.
"For helping Harry and Ron get me out of the Manor." I continued, remembering the timely rescue the morning after my night with him.
I'd still been naked, glowing with swollen lips and tousled hair, when they'd barged into the bedroom, scaring me awake.
I'd barely had time to wrap myself in a sheet before they apparated me away, let alone say goodbye. They'd told me afterward that he'd led the way; their memories were vital in his exoneration.
As much as I'd hated him for giving me unrealistic sexual standards, I'd always been grateful for the part he'd played in saving me.
He was silent for a moment, and I watched his curiosity shift into a brief grimace.
"Thanking me is the last thing you should be doing." He muttered at last, frustration flickering across his eyes before disappearing into his clenched fist.
"You could've let me die; you could have—" I tried, sensing the change in mood.
"I took advantage," he interjected, knuckles white underneath the table.
"No," I argued adamantly.
"Yes."
His tone was stern, and his jaw locked as he spoke the one word.
"No - is that why you've stayed away all this time?"
Was he harboring guilt for what we did, for what I asked him to do?
"Not long enough, it seems…."
Xxx
This was a mistake.
I'd royally fucked up in thinking this could work. Our history was too goddamn demented and twisted to ever become anything else.
I downed my wine, considering how I could end the evening without causing her further distress.
"Draco…Why are we here?" She demanded, frustration furrowing her brows.
My name on her lips was by far one of my favorite sounds; even under these circumstances, it was capable of bringing me to my knees.
She sat on the edge of her seat, eagerly awaiting my explanation, completely unwilling to accept silence as an answer. I couldn't help but recognize and appreciate her Gryffindor ferocity.
"For the Brightest witch of our age, you really are quite naive, aren't you?" I teased, wishing I could wipe the concerned look right off her face and answer her question with my hands and lips.
"No, don't just insult me. You invited me here and promised me answers."
Like magic, she was the same lioness who'd nearly broken my nose in 3rd year, and I knew then that there was no turning back now.
"I have questions, too," I admitted after moving my chair closer and leaning toward her. I knew I couldn't touch her, not yet, but I couldn't resist the urge to be near her.
Our eyes remained locked as the waiter came and went, leaving our entrées without either of us flinching. I watched her closely as we waited. She carefully measured each breath, but her tightly crossed legs and dilated pupils gave her away.
"Fine then," she challenged as soon as the waiter was out of earshot, quickly removing the vial of veritaserum from her bag and tossing it to me. "I'll answer one question; then, it's your turn."
I pocketed the potion to her evident dismay and continued with my question.
"Why did you leave the gala so abrubtly?"
Her sharpened features crumbled inward, and she looked away, ignoring the food.
"I-I was… I felt overwhelmed, honestly." She managed sheepishly, reaching up to nervously tug at a curl hanging at her collarbone. "I can't trust myself with you."
"You're here with me now." I teased with a smirk.
"I'm here for the food." She joked, sitting up to see what had been served. "And because you promised me answers."
I cracked a smile at that…I knew neither of us was remotely interested in the meal, but
finally, thankfully, something seemed to shift. Whether it was the wine or something else, I felt a change.
"Ask away," I said, welcoming her questions. I'd tell her anything if it meant she'd actually believe me.
She smirked, smoothing the silk of her dress across her thighs before proceeding.
"What's with the dresses?" She mused, and I grinned.
"Do you remember Daphne Greengrass? Her younger sister, Astoria, is an up-and-coming designer. She is a friend of mine and a fan of yours." She thoughtfully admired her dress with renewed interest as I continued. "She seemed to think dressing you for the gala was a win-win opportunity and is interested in working directly with you in the future."
"It's a shame none of the photos of her gown made it into The Prophet. It would have been great exposure for her brand." She mused off-handedly, before returning her attention to me. "Why did you steal the pictures from the gala?" She asked, her eyes narrowing in on me in a way that made my blood pump a little faster.
There was no denying it...there was nothing for it, but honesty.
"When I pulled you onto the dancefloor, I hadn't considered the potential… repercussions." I paused, trying to gauge her reaction. "It wasn't until the cameras caught up to us and you left that I realized what I'd done."
When her only response was the knitting of her eyebrows, I continued.
"It's not too late for me to send them back…Although, I'm not so sure your friends would approve."
Again, she was slow to respond, casting an unseeing gaze over the city lights. After a long while, she returned her eyes to mine and leaned forward.
"What is this, Draco?" She asked pointedly.
"This," I replied coolly, motioning towards the table, "That's up to you."
"That's not fair." She blurted out, just in time for the waiter to come back.
We waited for our untouched meals to be removed, replaced by dessert, and our glasses to be refilled before continuing. We were both leaning in now, analyzing each other intently. I couldn't help but notice the subtle shape of her hardened nipples pressing against green silk, and it wasn't long before I imagined everything else underneath.
Gathering all the strength I had to stay focused on her words, I replied, "You have the most to lose."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She exclaimed, straightening back up.
I grabbed her wrist, keeping her from leaning back against her chair, and pulled her back towards me. Fuck, I was going to have to spell it out for her, she was utterly clueless, I thought, closing my eyes.
I released her hand quickly at her shocked gasp, but she stayed where I had pulled her. I parted my lips to respond when she came back full force.
"I'm tired of you messing with my head. If you regretted fucking me so much, why would you do it again, why would you have me here now?" She demanded, her voice cracking on the last word.
"I don't regret what we did then or now, and if you think I've returned to London for the first time in 10 years just to fuck with your head, you're wrong there, too," I growled, removing the vial from my pocket.
I unstoppered it quickly before using the dropper. Three drops would be enough to get me through what I needed to say. I briefly took note of her stunned expression as I let the bitter drops dissolve on my tongue.
She didn't waste her opportunity, gripping the edge of her dress and locking my eyes with hers. I'd give anything for those chestnut irises; I'd tell her anything.
"Why are you here, Draco?"
The potion worked as I knew it would, bringing my thoughts to life, up and out of my throat without permission.
"I've tried my best to stay away from you, for your sake, not mine. I've even tried my best to forget you…but no matter how hard I tried, I've never been able to shake the way I feel about you." I paused, washing down the potion with the rest of my wine, watching her watch me with every fiber she had. Clinging to every syllable. "I'm finished trying to stay away…until I know for certain that that's what you want."
I paused, taking a deep breath before kneeling in front of her and sliding my hands up her arms, so they nestled perfectly in mine.
"You can ask me to leave, and I will. You can leave too, I'll let you go…."
Her chest moved up and down with ragged breaths as her eyes darted in disbelief. I continued, letting the potion guide the way, worried I would never be able to convince her but determined to try.
"I wouldn't blame you if you did; I couldn't even be mad. I have a history here; your friends won't approve, the gossip rags would have a field day, and I might even impact your shot at becoming Prime Minister one day. That's more than enough reason for you to send me on my way." I admitted, catching my breath before continuing. "But if you let me, I'll spend the rest of my life earning your trust. I'll be there for you in any capacity that you'll let me. But for me, now, there is no life without you unless that's the life you choose for me."
I released her arms, quickly reaching into my other pocket for the antidote, not wanting to spill more of my feelings…. not wanting to scare her away with the sexual desires and fantasies brimming to the surface of my mind.
Her eyes widened, and her face paled, causing a cavernous pit to grow in my stomach. I felt the tremendous weight of my heart sinking into the pit of my despair as I took her silence as her answer.
Dragging my hand over my face in defeat, I moved to stand, gathering what remained of my dignity.
Fuck. Fuck! This certainly hadn't gone well—
In a flash, I stumbled back into my chair as her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips collided with mine. It took several drawn-out seconds for me to understand what was happening and what it meant before I returned her tongue's passionate affirmations in earnest.
I recovered, countering her weight by pushing my body forward and melding it with hers; I wrapped my arms around her back to dig into her curls, deepening the kiss and claiming her in every way I could.
"I don't even know you." She breathed out as I kissed down her throat.
"Trust me," I groaned into her shoulder as her hips pressed into me.
"How can I possibly trust you when I can't even trust myself?" She sighed, needily creating more friction between us.
"I know you want this," I whispered, taking her earlobe between my lips. "I'm yours."
"Hmm?" She hummed with curious amusement.
I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up and sliding underneath until I'd reached her bum, then pulled her down into my lap to appease my raging cock. Bringing my lips to rest just a hair away from hers, I found her heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes.
"If you'll have me, I'm yours," I promised before leaning in to capture her lips.
I continued to snog her fiercely, desperately trying to convince her of my sincerity. Choose me, please, stay with me.
"Just like that?" She giggled, mischievously pulling back to face me.
"Just like that," I confirmed, pressing my forehead to hers.
We stayed like that long enough for me to vaguely notice the noise of the cars in the streets below and remember where we were.
"How can you be so sure…of anything?" She asked at last.
"It's always been you."
"Always?"
"Always."
She beamed at me, clearly pleased, before nuzzling into my neck affectionately and tightening her embrace. Then, only seconds later, she returned to face me, nervously biting her lower lip.
"I still have so many questions." She admitted, releasing her lip.
"We still have dessert." I laughed, grabbing onto her waist.
She released a melody of giggles as I lifted her off my lap and repositioned her to sit across my thighs, facing the table. She was still so light but no longer that underfed teenage girl that'd been locked in my home all those years ago. She could choose me now, not out of desperation, but of her own accord.
Xxx
It was impossible to ignore the subtle pulsing of my core as blood flowed down into my folds, igniting the sensitive area as I dipped my spoon into custard and berries. Frisky flirtatiousness took over as I turned to offer Draco the first bite, enjoying how his eyes stayed locked on mine as he accepted. Was the wine giving me this ease or the comfortability our bodies had mastered all those years ago?
"What do you do for work?" I asked casually.
"I have several companies I oversee from afar. Mostly hotels and restaurants."
As I took the next morsel into my mouth he returned the favor with a tender string of kisses down my neck and collar bone. Then when I fed him another bite, he thanked me by sliding his hand up between my thighs. Slowly, he made his way to my lace thong, which to my chagrin, was already soaked.
"I'm invested in my work here at the Ministry; I wouldn't be able to leave London." I blurted out in a tense and rapid breath as he slid his finger down my center.
"You wouldn't have to."
"You'd move back to London?" I gasped, dipping the spoon back in.
"I'm here now, aren't I?" He rolled his eyes and squeezed my thigh in jest before continuing his tender, calculated strokes across my damp knickers.
I fed him another bite as I imagined the madness that would ensue if I let this man into my life. How would I ever be able to focus on anything but him?
Practice, I decided, pressing him further with my questions as he pressed against me.
"You really want this? All the press, my work, my friends, my muggle parents? Why?" I half demanded him; he was mental if he thought this would be easy.
"I want all of you. That means everything that comes with you. Why? You're smarter than this, Granger." He smirked, cocking a patronizing eyebrow at me, "I've always been drawn to you. I tried to play it off in school, focusing my insults on Potter, but you kept me coming back. Your witty, self-righteous sparring. Your swotty, know-it-all, hand always raised in the air, logical mind. Even when you punched me in the face our 3rd year, I envied and admired your Gryffindor audacity and the loyalty you gave to those you cared for. I was drawn to you long before that night at the Manor and have been ever since."
Through his languid caresses of my sex, my mind simply couldn't decipher whether he was giving a backhanded compliment or being incredibly romantic. Still, either way, I had one last burning question.
"Why did you stay away? Why didn't you find me after?" I demanded, setting aside the finished dessert so I could steady myself with a hand on his knee.
He took his time, thinking through his response as he downed the rest of his wine.
"I knew I was not the man you wanted."
Turning my focus away from him and out onto the skyline, the wheels of my brain slowly began to process his words. Finally, I saw the logic behind his decisions, reservations, and recent boldness. Thoughtfully, I recalled how I felt that night, unable to anticipate his capacity for being anything other than what I'd seen in school.
"I remember being so scared you'd be disgusted by me, only soiling yourself with my muggleborn body out of pity…I never expected you to be so attentive, pushing my limits and caring for me as you did." I admitted, turning back to find his eyes.
"I don't think you realize how fucking beautiful you are, and thank Salazar; I'm not sure anyone would be safe if you truly knew your power."
And just like that, nothing was holding us apart, and everything was pulling us closer: his hands, mine, his lips, my tongue—every bit of me wanting every bit of him.
We almost didn't notice the waiter's return to our table in the haze of smacking lips and gripping of flesh.
"Leave us." He demanded, and the waiter followed suit, leaving us alone in the restaurant again.
Solidifying his hold on my lips once more, he moved deliberately up my dress, between my thighs, massaging the wet fabric of my lingerie against my wanton clit. He spread my desperate folds, soaking his fingers through the lace, and I melted into his touch.
Suddenly, the distant honk of car horns in the street below managed to break through the lusty fog, reminding me of the real world outside our bodies.
"What if I want to take things slow?" I barely managed to breathe out through pleasured gasps for air.
"Define slow." He whispered as he pulled the lace to the side and slid a finger down my slit.
"I can't…." I breathed.
"You must," he urged, pressing his fingers inside.
I could no longer breathe at a normal pace or remember everything I wanted to say as he worked me expertly. Urgent need had been pooling and boiling below my waist from the moment I laid eyes on him, and there wasn't much left I could do to hold back my eager release.
Focus. Focus!
"The public, the press… I have a reputation; we have to be careful. Th-they can't know we've…we…."
"We fuck." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, and he drove his point home with three fingers sliding right up to my G.
"Mmm…Ahh…Yes…" I cooed, trying hard not to lose track of what quickly became an unimportant conversation.
"I wasn't going to tell them." He smirked against my ear with amusement.
I wanted to be mad at his smart-ass remark, but he was quickly working all of the angst that had gathered in my cunt toward a much-needed orgasm, and I was very, very happy about it.
"Mmmm. I'm serious…when our pictures are released…mmmm… we have to be… strategic." I tried to explain as I ground my bum into his hardened cock beneath me, remembering how good it had felt inside. "They can't know we're moving so fast, that you're moving back to London…uhhhh…they have to think we…we… must date."
"This is a date." He joked, slowing his fingers to frustrate me further.
Godric, he was trying to kill me, or worse, make me kill him!
"You know what I mean! Please, Draco, this is important." I demanded at last, stilling and straightening my body in his lap.
"You're serious?"
"Yes, I'm very serious. I have to know you're on board with this." I asserted, cocking a quizzical eyebrow at him.
We had to get this right if it was going to work…and Godric, I wanted nothing more.
Don't let me down, Draco…
"Okay," He mused, removing his hand from between my thighs and bringing it to his lips.
I panted as I watched him suck each digit clean before placing both hands on my hips.
"I'll court you properly." He continued, lifting me onto my feet and guiding me backward.
"You'll start taking an actual lunch hour, and you'll meet in one of the quieter Diagon Alley cafes a couple of times in a half-assed attempt for privacy." He mused, pressing me into the patio wall.
I let his words consume me and gave into every sensation as he dragged my knickers down my thighs.
"You'll tell your friends we bumped into each other at the gala and had a nice time together; that you're just being polite while I'm in London on business. I'll even buy a few companies here locally as a front." He continued with his eyes focused on mine, silver rings around dark and dilated pupils burning with need.
Pocketing the wet lace, he returned his fiery hands beneath my dress, dragging them up my thighs, stopping only to grip my bum and lift me up.
"Then I'll ask you to dinner somewhere nice. I'll continue making appearances in France, sending you flowers at work while I'm away." He chuckled across my lips as he removed his hardened cock and centered it against my exposed flesh.
"Eventually," He groaned as he slid inside, sheathing himself entirely within me. "After many false attempts at secrecy and innocence, we'll get caught holding hands or kissing. You'll invite me to a social gathering with your friends. And we'll begin making more public appearances together, no longer in the shadows of dark restaurants or muggle parts of town." He grunted each whimsical line through sharp thrusts of his hips, increasing speed and ferocity with each word.
I let him paint me a perfect picture as I panted trembling breaths into the air, and my muscles tensed for my impending release. I coaxed him on with breathy affirmations as he brought me and his plan to completion.
"I'll date you publicly for as long as it takes, for as long as you'll let me, and I'll do this with you in private…as often as you like."
He held nothing back, pressing me into the wall as he sunk into me harder, deeper, faster, ripping my orgasm from me so feverishly the London night sky heard his name.
"Ahhh ahhh Draco…." I exclaimed as the tension broke and waves of ecstasy came crashing down.
He hardly let me catch my breath as he devoured every moan with his lips and every pulse with his cock. Graciously, he let me slide my now feeble legs back down his hips, enabling me to take him by surprise. Just as his still hard cock fell between my legs, I took it in hand and turned him around. With his back planted against the wall,
I knelt.
Xxx
Fuckkkking Salazar…if I wasn't already obsessed with Granger, I certainly was now. I would follow her and her tongue to the ends of the fucking world now that I knew how it felt on my cock.
She'd learned a lot over the last ten years, and I was suddenly so thankful for the time spent apart.
She took me in, slicking my cock as she worked it deeper into her throat, and I had to steady myself against the wall behind me.
She worked me hungrily, taking my head into her throat with ease. I growled with delight, gripping her curls as she bobbed up and down my shaft; eyes locked on mine as she left no flesh untasted.
I wanted nothing more than to spill my seed into her perfect mouth, and she quickly made that dream a reality. I resisted the urge to pull her head down further and thrust my hips forward as I desperately teetered on the edge of release.
Testing my limits and hers, she answered my prayers, grabbing onto my hips and pressing her face forward. I grunted and moaned my approval as she forced herself to take every inch of me in her mouth and throat. Again and again and again until…
"Granger," I panted before the dam broke, and I came hard into her welcoming mouth.
Her watery eyes widened at the load, but she swallowed with grace until she got it all down. Then she came back for more, cleaning my cock with tender strokes of her tongue.
Xxx
"You're incredible," he panted, tucking his fingers into his hair with one hand and into mine with the other as I cleaned the remnants of his cum from his still hard and throbbing cock.
Confidence radiated through me as the high of bringing him to my mercy grew into fresh wetness between my legs. For the first time, I'd genuinely believed it; I felt it; he was mine.
"I didn't know it then, but that night, you ruined me for any other man," I confessed after he brought me back to my feet and returned his lips to my favorite, most sensitive parts of my neck.
"How so?" He asked, pulling back.
"No one has ever been able to compare," I admitted, and he responded by gliding around me and capturing my hands in his. Aligning my back with his chest, he positioned my palms on the wall in front of me. Pushing green silk up to rest around my waist, he easily entered my sopping center, thrusting his hips against my bum as he spread open my legs. He sunk his shaft all the way in as he focused his hungry eyes on my mouth, urging me to continue. "Something about you brings out an entirely different side of me, a part of me I wouldn't dare share with anyone else, nor could I."
More. I needed more.
"Are you ashamed?" He questioned, cruelly holding me and his cock in place as I yearned for friction.
"Not when I'm with you," I answered honestly, eager for him to reward me with his powerful thrusts.
He took his time, letting a brief smile flash across his face before slowly edging his hips back.
"Good," He replied at last before bringing his hips back home, plunging into my depths only to retreat and return with quick repetition... "I want every side of you, all of you, to be mine."
He aimed every pump with deliberate perfection, marking me as his own as he tore apart the distance between me and euphoria.
"You make me...feel... Make me feel like…." I purred nonsensically, letting myself fall mind, body, and soul into him.
"Like what?" He growled, feverishly plunging deeper and deeper until I felt my muscles' familiar clench around him.
"Like my beginning and end starts and finishes here at the meeting of our bodies, and there is no physical part of me that could ever again survive losing you." I panted in almost unintelligible wisps of breath, barely getting the last word out before I climaxed.
He continued to work his length within me as I quaked and flexed around him in what was quickly becoming one of my favorite pastimes.
"You're in luck then because you'll never be rid of me, and I'll never be able to get enough of you."
Xxx
Several hours later, in a tangled mess of hotel sheets and bodily fluids, we found ourselves spent and starving.
"I'm really regretting ignoring dinner. I'm famished." I groaned, looking at the ungodly early morning hour showing on the clock.
"Likewise. I could wake the staff, have them bring something up?"
"Don't be cruel; let them rest," I grumbled as my stomach growled.
"I'm not sure your stomach agrees." He chided.
I rolled my eyes at him before coming up with a better idea.
"Let's go to my place; I'll cook us breakfast." I offered.
"So much for taking it slow," he teased before I promptly threw a pillow his way. Dodging it with ease, he replied, "I'd like that."