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"There were moments of gold,

and there were flashes of light.

There were things I'd never do again,

but then they'd always seemed right..."

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Ginny would give her husband this much: he'd been true to his word when he'd promised to give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams tonight. She'd come twice while Draco had massaged every inch of her, head to toe, and then once again when he'd used his wand to tie her wrists and ankles with scarves to the bed posts. It had been that easy to make her sing.

Her body was now pleasantly riding a sweet high, even tied up as it was.

Oddly calm, she glanced down and watched his platinum head skim between her thighs. He breathed hot pants of air across her wet, fluttering core and pressed open-mouthed kisses everywhere but where she really wanted him to be, teasing her arousal back into life. Squirming tiredly against the silken restraints that held her immobile to their once-shared bed, Ginny internally swore. Bondage was her guaranteed 'come harder than a freight train running down the tracks' kink and her husband (ex-husband, she reminded herself) was exploiting her weakness to win her compliance.

Slimy Slytherin git.

Between the Lust Charm and the skilful application of intimate knowledge from their marriage, obviously the bastard was going to win his hundred Galleons tonight; that was a foregone conclusion. He'd always known how to play her body against her, from their wedding night onward, but she'd be damned if he won anything else from her. He wasn't getting out of signing those papers tomorrow morning!

"Tell me what you want," he coaxed with a low, sultry insistence as he brushed his lips across the damp curls of her pubis. "Tell me how to please you again, my wife."

She shuddered, resisting the pull he had over her emotions. This was sex, that's all it was. It was about getting off and proving to him that he couldn't always manipulate her to get what he wanted. "Since you asked so nicely, you can use your mouth on me," she bid, raising her pelvis off the mattress. "Lick me until I come."

He pressed his nose between her slit, nuzzling her clit and inhaling her scent. "Lick here?" he asked, teasing her with the tip of his tongue, tracing a circle around her tiny nub. "Or here?" His tongue moved lower, sliding along her slit and circling her entrance.

A small whimper escaped Ginny's lips and she strained once more against the magical scarves holding her limbs tight. Her body was suddenly electrified by a current of hot need, her toes tingling from it. The Lust Spell was back with a vengeance. "All of it. Everywhere." She spoke around a moan. "Put your mouth on me everywhere, Draco."

His hands spread her thighs wider, and then that talented mouth of his was in on the action, latching on and giving her exactly what she'd asked for. He started out stroking her sex in a slow, steady pattern that all-too-soon had her back arching and incoherent praises tumbling from her lips. In-tune with her body's needs, Draco knew just how much pressure to use, when to nibble and when to lick. He ate her as if he'd been born knowing how to do so, as if this had been one of his only purposes in life.

Ginny came alive under his tender ministrations, dropping the iron curtain she'd erected between them over the last year to enjoy his talented attention – remembering how good this part of their relationship had always been. At least she could say their bedroom activities over the last decade had never been vanilla, and he'd always been an attentive lover, out to prove something to this partner. She'd give him props for that. He even groaned right along with her, exulting in her pleasure, making it seem as if he really cared for her happiness...

Draco had only had one partner before the Marriage Law had thrown them together a year after the war had ended, the same as her, but over the last ten years, he'd become masterful at the art of seduction of the senses. It's what made him a veritable king of charm and romance. He'd ruthlessly used that skill time and again to get what he wanted from her. He'd broken her heart with it.

That's why tonight had to be about sex and the release only. No emotions would come into it, she'd determined. She'd keep her feelings locked away, enjoy the wild ride, and when this game of his was done, she'd walk out once more, and this time not look back.

Rubbing circles over her belly and legs, Draco calmed the muscles underneath as they leapt in concert with the jolting ecstasy he brought her. His tongue curled and his lips sucked her wet flesh, laving her with reverence and expertise. A finger thrust gently inside, finding her sweet spot and exploiting it. Ginny's head spun from the delicious sensations. Her sex hummed as he inserted a second finger and began fucking her with them both to a relaxed, but insistent rhythm. He latched onto her swollen clit and she could actually feel the blood pounding in the little nub of flesh as he teased it into hardness.

God, this was good. So fucking good she thought she'd die...

Shaking from head to toe, she twisted in her bonds, begging to be set free. She wanted to grab Draco's head, to grip his hair tight, and to ride his face. Sensing her intensifying desire, her husband doubled his efforts, going at her harder and faster. Ginny's breath caught, held, and her back bowed as she tightened up.

"Oh, God," she gasped, "Oh, God!"

The wet squelching sound of her sex being pumped, the pulsing insistence of his fingers, and the adoration of his mouth combined to send her careening off the edge into pure bliss. She convulsed around him, crying out as her orgasm was set free, and everything exploded into hot, wet delight.

Pure Nirvana.

Long after the shocks had passed and she'd slumped in her bonds, Draco continued lapping at her core. His eyes met hers down the length of her body as he smiled against her moist heat and continued his incessant, slow licking, as if he were relishing her in her unglued state. Hell, he was savouring her; she was his treat for the night, wasn't she? But it was more than that. Raw devotion was etched into every angle of his face, and it shone out of his eyes... as if he were worshipping her.

Her heart gave a painful thud and trembled.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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