Author's Notes: Thank you for all the reviews, glad you're enjoying this!
Slightly odd chapter this one, but I liked it so I decided to go with it :)
Chapter 10: Sleep
"I don't know why I'm doing this Draco, so it better be bloody worth it."
It was two days later and she had him pressed up against the wall, kissing frantically down his neck, sucking almost painfully at his flesh in between those gasped words, the first she'd really spoken to him in all that time.
"I always make it worth it sweetheart," he drawled, pushing her head away and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. They hadn't kissed very much lately and Draco whimpered as their lips met. This might just be about fucking, but he'd missed kissing her more than he cared to admit even to himself.
The problem was she was so bloody good at it.
He ran his hands over her naked flesh as they kissed, relishing the feel of her soft skin and her slender frame, enjoying this rare moment of not chasing an orgasm, but instead just appreciating her enchanting beauty. The fact that she'd come flying out of her bedroom at ten o'clock at night inexplicably wearing nothing but her bra and her unbuttoned blouse, only added to the thrill.
Still kissing, he felt her working at the buttons of his own shirt and he temporarily ceased his exploration of her body to help her remove it entirely, winding his left arm around her back almost immediately so that neither of them needed to look at that ugly mark brandished into his arm. She'd seen it before. He knew she had because they'd been naked, or mostly naked, together so many times, but he still didn't like the thought of her seeing it.
Undeterred, or perhaps just oblivious to his discomfort, she scrapped her nails up his back and then down over his chest and stomach, sending tingles of pleasure through his skin before she dropped her hands to his trousers and began working at the fastenings.
He deepened their kisses, slipping his tongue into her mouth and whimpering as she responded, letting him flick his tongue over her teeth and lips, exploring, teasing, tasting. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to feel her body pressed against his and he tugged at her blouse, forcing her to stop undoing his trousers as he pulled it off completely and quickly followed it with her bra.
They didn't break the kisses once. Not even when he finished off what she'd started and managed to kick his trousers and boxers off his ankles so they were both completely naked. There was a split second of anticipation and then he wrapped his arms around her again, groaning in relief as he pulled her roughly towards him and moulded their bodies together completely.
Merlin, they definitely didn't do this enough.
She had matched his groan with one of her own, snaking one arm around his back and tangling the other hand in his hair, pulling his head down as their kisses became slower and deeper. There was no way they were doing this against the wall today. He picked her up, waiting until she had wrapped her legs around his waist, and then carried her through to the bedroom where he set her down on the bed and crawled over her, tangling his fingers in her hair so he could resume those addictive kisses.
They kissed and kissed, hands wandering over naked flesh until Draco felt like his head was spinning and he pulled away with a quiet whimper, trailing his kisses down her neck to her chest, exploring with hands, lips and tongue, covering every inch of flesh, all the way to her hips, before stopping and looking back up to her face.
Her eyes were closed, an expression of blissful relaxation on her face, which turned to confusion as her eyes opened, looking at him questioningly when he didn't resume his attentions.
"You really are beautiful you know," he whispered, taking a second to appreciate the flush that crept over her cheeks before he dipped his lips back to the soft flesh of her stomach and began kissing back up towards her breasts.
Once there he covered them in kisses, squeezing first one, then the other with his hands, gradually increasing the firmness of his ministrations until she was arching her back of the bed and tangling her fingers in his hair in an attempt to guide him towards her nipples. He smirked against her chest and flicked his tongue over one sensitive nub, only smirking harder when it earned him a hiss of appreciation. He repeated the gesture a few times, relishing her pleasure, before he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked at it gently.
Her back arched again and he sucked a little harder, eliciting a quiet whimper of pleasure. He stopped, not wanting to push too hard just yet before he knew whether she was going to enjoy it. Instead he brought his hand up to her other nipple pinching it gently as he kissed around the one he had been sucking, and biting back his own whimper when she gave a soft moan in response.
More moans followed as he repeatedly pinched at her swollen nub and he started sucking at the skin of her other breast, increasing his forcefulness and finally scraping his teeth over the soft flesh as she curved her spine toward him. Eventually his fingers left her nipple, squeezing her whole breast in his hand as he sucked and bit hard enough to mark on the other, leaving a trail of reddened marks on her smooth skin as he moved back towards her nipple.
When he enveloped it with his mouth again Isabelle gave a moan of delight that went straight to his hips, making his cock twitch and throb in response. He started sucking again, his fingers finding her other nipple so he could pinch the delicate flesh as he flicked his tongue over the other. Eventually he gave in and scraped his teeth over the one he was sucking, just to see how she would react.
"Fuck!" Her back arched off the mattress, higher than before as her hands twisted in the bed sheets. That was all the encouragement he needed to do it again.
After a few little nips he considered pulling away, but as he went to do so Isabelle's hand laced through his hair, holding his head in place as she pushed her breasts towards him.
"More," she gasped, writhing underneath him as he rolled one nipple between his fingers and bit down lightly on the other.
It was incredible. The way she was reacting to this was like nothing he'd ever seen before. Some girls hated having their nipples touched, some loved it, some couldn't care less either way, but this was beyond any of that. He wondered vaguely if she was actually going to come just from this. He'd heard it was possible, but if he was honest he'd thought it was just a myth.
"More. Harder." Isabelle's gasp brought him back to the present and he bit down lightly again, this time gripping with his teeth and tugging gently, pulling on the other with his fingers at the same time.
"Yes. Fuck!" Her back arched off the bed again and he released both nipples before immediately capturing them a second time and tugging harder. "Fuck Draco I'm going to- fuck!" Her whole body tensed as she came hard, hands scrabbling in his hair as she pushed him down onto her breasts and he released his grip with his teeth, instead sucking hard on one nipple and rubbing his palm over the other as she writhed underneath him.
"Fuck Isabelle," he gasped as she released his head suddenly and he took that as his cue to stop, instead trailing his lips back up her neck to her mouth and kissing deeply.
That was absolutely one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.
He groaned as his cock rubbed against her thigh. It was throbbing painfully, leaking pre-come onto his stomach and he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait.
"Fuck me Draco." She'd said it quietly, not desperately, and she was reaching up, locking her arms around his neck. He knew exactly how he wanted to fuck her today because right now he needed her close. Without hesitation he sat back and pulled Isabelle upright and onto his lap, pressing their chests together and letting her settle her legs properly before he lifted her hips and positioned her over his cock.
"You are ridiculously hot," he told her quietly, before he pushed himself inside her in one smooth movement. They both groaned, her as he stretched her tight, post-orgasmic muscles and him because the ache in his stomach had grown to an almost agonizing intensity and he had a horrible feeling he wasn't going to last very long at all.
The pleasure was almost unbearable when he started rocking their hips together and he was half relieved and half surprised when Isabelle's eyes immediately snapped open and she swore in a way that suggested she was a lot closer to the edge than she had expected.
"Fucking hell Draco," she gasped, latching her arms around his back and letting him grab her hips to start bouncing her more forcefully against his body, "That's so fucking good."
He could feel her muscles tightening and squeezing him harder and he groaned, dropping his head into her neck and willing himself not to come just yet. It was difficult. The heat was already spreading through his abdomen and it didn't help when Isabelle groaned and sped up their movements.
"I'm… I'm… Shit! Fuck!" Without any warning at all Isabelle tensed in his arms, eyes widening, muscles clamping him so hard that he yelled in pain and had to still their movements because he had never felt anything like it before. "Fuck. Draco!" It was a yell of frustration and as her muscles relaxed slightly Draco grabbed her hips and thrust inside her, once, twice, three times and he came, and she was coming properly now, her whole body spasming, incomprehensible cries falling from her lips until she swore loudly and grabbed at his shoulders, thrusting down on him repeatedly, lost entirely in her own pleasure and he had no fucking idea what the hell was going on anymore because his mind was swirling and her muscles were tensing around him again, making his high last just that little bit longer, until his ears were ringing and his vision was darkening and he was pretty sure he was actually going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all.
She stopped thrusting and collapsed against him, her limbs twitching and trembling as she moaned softly into his shoulder. Gasping and shaking himself, he managed to wrap his arms around her and twist so he fell backwards towards the pillows, taking her with him so she was lying sprawled over his chest, still breathing hard and suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable in his arms.
He whimpered slightly as the dizzying high faded and pulled her closer, drawing soothing circles on her back as he let her settle herself more comfortably in his shoulder.
Inevitably he knew they were both going to fall asleep like that because he was barely conscious already and somehow he managed to tug at the sheets underneath them enough that they were both covered. Isabelle gave a sleepy sigh in his arms and without thinking he dropped a kiss on top of her head before his eyes closed and he fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
It couldn't have been more than a couple of hours later before he woke up, shifting before he realised what the weight pressing down on his chest was. When he did he stilled his movements temporarily, looking down at the sleeping figure of Isabelle in horror before coming to the conclusion that he had no choice but to move. She might only be light but it was remarkably difficult to breathe with someone's entire weight pressed into his chest, and apart from that there was the fact that he shouldn't have been sleeping with her at all, even if it was ridiculously warm and comfortable.
Draco Malfoy did not wrap his arms around girls he had fucked and go to sleep.
He told himself this very firmly as he tried to shift Isabelle without waking her, because the only thing more embarrassing than having gone to sleep with her in the first place would be having a conversation about how it had happened. Unfortunately sleeping Isabelle had other ideas because in response to his movements she whimpered softly and latched her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer.
Oh Merlin. This girl was going to be the death of him.
He was under no illusion that this was about anything other than a convenient fuck. He had no desire to enter into a relationship with Isabelle, and he was certain she didn't have any desire to enter into one with him. In fact most of the time he was pretty sure she genuinely disliked him. The issue was that he wasn't supposed to be fucking her at all. He was supposed to hate her – she had a muggle for a mother after all. Her blood was sullied, and by associating himself so closely with her he was sullying his own blood, turning himself into one of the blood traitors he'd always hated.
The problem was that he didn't care.
He didn't hate her.
He was intrigued by her. He wanted to kiss her and hold her and touch her and curl up in her arms right now and never let her go. Not because he liked her, but because she was his escape from a world, from a life, that he didn't really want anymore.
But Draco Malfoy didn't do any of those things with girls. Not even beautiful little pure bloods, of which he had several to choose from.
He certainly wasn't going to do that with Isabelle.
What he was going to do was fuck her over and over until he was bored, or maybe until something better came along.
Things were much simpler that way.
With a reluctant sigh he extracted her arms from around his neck, managing this time to roll her onto her side and arrange her comfortably on the pillows, tucking the blankets around her without waking her up. Only when he got up did he realise that he hadn't been entirely successful.
When he turned back to look at her from the doorway those deep brown eyes were watching him intently and he found himself locking gazes with her for a split second before he left the room. The look in those eyes and the fact that she'd been awake all along haunted him for the rest of the night.