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"There were nights of endless pleasure –

it was more than any laws allow..."

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Rosy cheeked and glassy eyed, Ginny met his gaze down the long line of her body. There was fear in the tilt of her wet mouth, as if she wanted to deny what was between them, recognising its danger to her heart, but there was also curiosity, desire, and contentment... willingness. It was more than he could have hoped for from her, and better than he deserved.

With a final kiss to her pretty pussy, he stood up and began to remove his clothing. He took it slow, letting her get the full measure of his intentions, giving her ample time to protest what they were about to do so they could discuss it.

"You-" She paused, seemed to consider her words. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

He smiled, amused by the combination of desperation and resentment in her tone. His feisty wife would quarrel with the Reaper, himself, if he came for her on the wrong day.

"Don't you want me to?"

"Yes."

Her frank agreement was shocking enough to make Draco pause, hand on his zip. "Yes?"

She nodded. "Yes. Fuck me and be done with it, so we can move on to the part where you sign the papers."

He lost his amusement in a heartbeat. His stomach dropped two inches, too. "If that's the grand finale you've been waiting for, pet, I hate to disappoint." With a tug, his zipper was down, and he shucked his trousers along with his pants. His shoes and socks went next. "You'll get the fuck of your life tonight, but I'm not divorcing you, and I'm not letting you divorce me. We're staying married."

"What if I don't want that?"

He raised a brow at that. "Then I'll convince you."

His wife snorted. "Doubtful."

"You already said that, and look, I made you come anyway," he ruthlessly reminded her, crawling over her body. He let his cock drag over her thigh, and linger over her sex, dripping wet all over her. Tracing his lips over a ruched nipple, he dampened it with quick licks of his tongue. "I always make you come, don't I, my wife."

She hummed as he took her nipple into his mouth, suckling it with the same tenderness as he'd shown her clit earlier.

There was something so erotic about taking it slow in bed. Draco preferred it, actually. The rough-fast tumble was fun and a great release when there was little time and they were both impatient, but this... this was his favourite way to be with Ginny. Lavishing attention on her, drawing out her need until she made those cute fuck noises in the back of her throat, knowing he was master of her pleasure and taking pride in that fact... There was nothing like it. "I love these," he murmured, nuzzling first one, then the other of her tiny, cherry-coloured nipples with his nose. "You have such a beautiful body." He pulled the bud into his mouth and sucked it hard, then let it pop out of his mouth. Over and over he repeated the motion.

Ginny gasped and tossed her head back. "Don't do this to me. Let me go, Draco," she begged.

"Never." He vowed, and raised his mouth to the fast-beating pulse in her throat. "I can't." He nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth, and pressed his erection between her lower lips. She was still so slick and hot... "I gave you your freedom for a whole year to atone for that one night's mistake. Wasn't that long enough?" He slipped inside her, so gently, slowly and when he was fully seated within her, released the spell upon her with a non-verbal, wandless thought and a wave of his hand. The silken bindings around her wrists and ankles let go, and the compulsion upon her was negated. "I let you go, Ginny, but it wasn't forever. A Malfoy never lets go of the things he cherishes. You know that."

His wife let out a small sob. "All I knew was that you hurt me," she accused, shutting her eyes and looking away. Tears streaked down her cheeks in hot trails. "I knew I couldn't stand to look at you, or to remember that... that hussy on her knees in front of you. I knew I needed to leave because you'd really, really cocked it all up, Draco. You broke my heart in two."

"I know." He kissed a path up and down her throat, over her tiny ear... kissed her in the only way she would let him, since she refused to turn her head and give him her lips. "I was a fool, and I'm sorry. More sorry than you can know." He withdrew from her depths, taking his time, and then smoothly glided back in again and again, setting a pace that was mainly for her pleasure. Arousal coiled in his belly, setting fire to his loins, but he held back, determined that this night remained hers. "Please give me another chance."

Draco's heart went mad in his chest as he stared into her lovely dark copper gaze. She'd turned her head and now she looked at him, angry and wary. Her hands cupped his face, holding him still above. He went still below, too, sensing that everything was about to change. This was the deciding moment: did he get to keep his wife, or did he lose her forever?

"Why should I?" she asked, a challenge in her tone.

"Because I love you," he told her as simply and sincerely as possible.

The change in Ginny's expression was like the sun fighting to come out from behind storm clouds: bright with possibilities one minute, the next, filled with unpredictable shadows that threatened to spoil the whole mood. It seemed she wasn't sure what to do with his confession.

And to his dismay, neither did he. Should he say it again or let it slide?

He'd wait for her cue.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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