Chapter Nine
"…..It will have to be your room."
Her softly murmured words echoed in his mind. While he was glad that she was taking him up on his offer, he hadn't actually expected her to agree so easily.
Tilting his head to the side in contemplation, he gazed at her a moment, before reaching for the barrette that secured her hair into a looped topknot. Pulling the barrette from her hair allowed the thick mass to fall around her shoulders in shiny cinnamon hued waves.
He loved her hair.
He laced his fingers through the silken strands, before lowering his hand to trace her jawline.
"Are you sure about this Taryn?" His grey eyes, now smoky with passion, regarded her intently.
His hand had slipped under the hem of her coat and jumper, and was softly tracing the skin there. The chill of his hand, combined with the warmth of her skin was startling, sending delicious shivers down her spine. No, she wasn't sure that this was the right time, but she was sure that she wanted him. Despite everything, she wanted him.
"I'm sure," she said licking suddenly dry lips.
His eyes zeroed in on the action, and it was all he could do not to draw her back into his arms to kiss her once more. The only thing that stopped him was the cold and the public area. It wouldn't do for another pack of first years to walk upon them again. Not that he was against shagging outside, but the cold did present a problem.
"Okay, love," he said, the endearment slipping past his lips. He immediately wanted to call it back, but it was already out. Instead he turned around, and they began to make their way back toward the castle entrance.
The hallways were deserted. Most of the student population had taken advantage of their Saturday to sleep in or to pursue other activities. For the younger students the draw of snow, fodder for snowball fights, was too much of a draw.
Because of the emptiness of the usually crowded halls, when Draco put his arm around her shoulders as they walked she took advantage, wrapping an arm around his lean waist, inhaling his warm woodsy scent.
She forced down the surge of nervousness that wanted to push its way past her resolve, concentrating on the feel of his hand tracing through her hair, playing with the strands.
Finally they reached Serpent Hall, whose common room was as blessedly empty of people as the Slytherin common room.
Draco opened his door, by way of a silent password spell, and stood in the doorway a moment looking back at her. This was her last chance to back out gracefully. He wanted her to be absolutely sure that she wanted this, because to be honest, he didn't think he would be able to go back to the way that they were before. That first kiss had been scorching, imprinting itself on his very bones.
She paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath before walking through the door. She had made the decision to push all hesitation behind. She was of the firm belief that if you were going to do something, well, it was worth doing correctly.
The door closed behind her and she shifted, looking back at the doorway, before turning back to Draco.
The heat of his gaze sent a fever through her, and she even she was a little amazed herself when she closed the distance between him, drawing his lips to hers. She thrilled at the growl that escaped his lips, before he took over the kiss, deepening it, turning it into something hungry and passionate.
His hand rose to cup her jaw, as his mouth devoured hers, possessing her like she was water to his parched throat.
He trailed soft kisses down her throat, pushed the collar of her shirt aside to kiss the sensitive skin where her shoulder began. With a frustrated growl, he began to unbutton her shirt, desperate to get the garment from her soft skin.
Taryn trembled at the intensity of his reaction to her. Her previous experiences with boys were rather tame. A stolen snog or two from Viktor Krum hadn't prepared her for Draco Malfoy. Draco inflamed her senses in a way that she hadn't expected. She was entirely out of her depth, but damned if she wasn't enjoying it. Enjoying him.
He was just so blisteringly hot.
He unhooked her bra with practiced ease, and the kiss that he laid against her shoulder as he lowered a strap caused her to quiver with want, heat pooling between her legs.
When he moved away from her, she bit her lip to keep from calling him back.
He was shrugging out of his jacket, pulling the grey shirt over his head and mussing his platinum locks.
Her breath escaped on a soft gasp. She had known that his was fit, but bloody hell, he could moonlight as a model. His broad shoulders led to a perfectly sculpted chest and washboard abs that she couldn't help but want to trail her fingers over.
"C'mere," he said huskily, popping the button on his jeans.
She hesitated. She was ready, but she found that it wasn't as easy as she thought, despite the fact that he inflamed her, to push past all her inhibitions. She instinctively knew that he wouldn't let her hide behind walls, that he would wring every bit of pleasure from her that her body could spare.
When she didn't move he walked forward, hooking his fingers in her waistband and pulling her back into his arms to lay another kiss to her lips. They both moaned at the skin to skin contact. His kisses grew feverish and he became impatient, pushing down her skirt and the knickers with it. He broke the kiss for a moment, and she took the momentary lapse to toe off her shoes watching him as he did the same.
She squeaked when he swung her into his strong arms, crossing the room and lowering her down to the couch.
She watched as he stepped out of his jeans, and pulled down his boxer briefs, and finally she got a glimpse of what had been pressing so insistently against her.
Her eyes widened, taking in the sight of his thick length. She bit her lip, sitting up, and reaching out to trace a hand over his hip before touching his cock.
He hissed in a breath as he watched her trace his skin, her touch at first tentative, then growing more bold.
"Fuck," he breathed as her gaze locked with his as she stroked him, her hand moving up and down firmly, before rubbing a thumb across the head.
She drew her bottom lip in, teeth biting into the soft flesh as she seemed to consider something. A pearly drop of liquid had formed on the tip of his cock, and her blue eyes rose and connected with his for a blinding, electric moment before she leaned forward and licked it away.
"Shit, baby," he groaned.
She was so fucking sexy. She jumped a bit when his hand grasped her wrist stopping her. He didn't want this to end quickly, and if she didn't stop, he didn't think he'd last.
He sank to his knees before her, kissing the soft skin of her stomach, his lips sliding up her skin until he reached her breasts. He drank in her breathy moans of pleasure as his tongue laved the nipple of her right breast, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the left.
"Oh my God," Taryn gasped squirming, biting her lip in bliss, her eyes drifting close.
His mouth trailed back down to her stomach, his tongue darting into her navel, before continuing lower. He kissed the soft skin of her thighs, breathing in her scent. Her grabbed her right leg, pulling it over his shoulder. She screamed softly when his mouth grazed her nub, tasting, teasing her.
"Ohgodohgodohgod," she chanted, her eyes flying open. She shivered, her face flushing hotly at the sight of his head between her thighs. Her hand reached down, seemingly of his own accord to lace into his soft hair.
He reached to run his hand over her glistening folds, slipping two fingers inside, in and out, in and out, mimicking the rhythm of sex.
Her panting breaths grew quicker, and he gave her one last slow lick before he sat back on his knees, watching her intently. His rhythm was ceaseless. He wanted to watch her fly apart. She tensed, her back arching, as he literally threw her into an orgasm. He watched every quiver as she shattered, shivering in boneless satiation.
He pressed a soft kiss against her lips before picking her up. Her legs twinned around his hips as he switched their position, sitting down into the sofa and settling her on top on him.
"Come on baby. This is your show now," he said softly, grinding against her.
Taryn followed instinct, raising to position him and then slowly lowering herself down onto his length. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he slowly filled her.
She moved experimentally gasping out a moan at the pleasurable fullness. She began to move in slow circles, hiccuping moans and unintelligible words escaping her with each rotation. He sat up, pushing his length deeper, his mouth crashed into hers, kissing her thoroughly, staking a primitive claim.
She leaned forward, resting her hands on his shoulders, fingers clutching his sweat slicked skin, as her movements became more frantic.
The feel of her clasping him strongly, was amazing, she was so tight and wet. His eyes squeezed shut at the sensation.
"Oh, shit, oh fuck, oh my god, ahhh," Taryn breathed as she began to move faster, her pleasured screams ringing through the room, bouncing off the stone walls.
The curse words escaping her mouth, the fact that he had fucked her past all inhibitions, inflamed his scenes. He felt her contract around him, and he grasped her hips, taking over, driving himself into her faster, deeper. He leaned forward taking her mouth in a desperate, open kiss.
Suddenly she stiffened against him, her mouth ripping away with a scream, as she climaxed. Her shuddering contractions, tipped him over the edge, wringing everything from him and he came hard with a groan. He hugged her to him, his face buried in the crook of his neck, his hands softly grazing the skin of her back.
Their heavy breaths had just began to calm when a thought broke through his pleasure fogged mind. "Fuck!" he blurted unthinkingly.
Taryn jumped. "What?" she asked, grimacing a bit at the sensitivity of the connection they still shared.
He slowly separated their bodies, swinging her into his arms once more and mounting the steps to his bedroom.
She watched him murmur a quiet wandless spell – he knew wandless magic! – and the comforter and sheet folded back upon itself.
Lying her on the bed, and getting in besides her, he finally spoke. "I forgot protection," he said quietly.
She laughed – she bloody laughed!
"I don't think this is funny," Draco said pushing back panic. He wasn't ready to be a father! He wasn't father material. He'd had a shitty father for an example. What could he offer a kid?
He frowned darkly, as she moved closer, snuggling into his side.
"Don't worry about that," she said, her voice muffled as she buried her face into the warm skin of his neck. "Do you really think I would've came here if I hadn't already thought of that? I got anti-pregnancy and STD charms at the beginning of the year," she said in matter of fact tone.
"Why?" Draco said in a suddenly jealous tone. He was surprised at himself. While he was happy that she was covered, and he believed her, he wondered why she had gotten it already. Was she interested in another bloke?
He suddenly felt insecure, and it wasn't something he was used to, especially regarding women.
Taryn rolled her eyes. "Because of you of course," she said cuddling even closer to him, her hand tracing the muscles of his chest.
"Oh," Draco said, mollified. Then he realized what he had revealed. Shit, he thought, I can't have her thinking that I have feelings for her. Draco most decidedly did not do the girlfriend thing, however, he didn't think this was the best time to let her know that.