PROLOGUE
The knife had barely broken your skin, leaving behind a trickle of blood that seemed to pulse with a mysterious allure. Speechless and mesmerized, your eyes were fixed on Draco's hand holding the blade, while his gaze was drawn to where the crimson drops pooled on your thigh.
Draco's gaze intensified, his pupils dilating with a primal hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. His lips parted slightly as he leaned closer, the sight of your blood awakening something deep within him. Without a word, he set the knife aside and his fingers traced the path of the droplets, his touch both gentle and possessive. His breath hitched as he whispered, "You're even more exquisite like this," he whispered.
Your breath caught in your throat as Draco's touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body. His fingers lingered on the delicate skin, his touch surprisingly tender yet undeniably charged with desire. The intensity in his eyes bore into yours, a silent invitation and promise of something unspoken between you.
"I can‘t believe you‘re mine for now," he murmured again, his voice low and husky, filled with a mixture of guilt and arousal. His thumb brushed over the small wound, coaxing another tiny bead of blood to surface. The sight seemed to only fuel his desire further, his gaze dropping to where your skin tingled under his touch. In that charged moment, the air between you thickened with unspoken words and raw, primal energy.
Draco's hesitation melted away, replaced by an undeniable attraction that both frightened and thrilled you. As his lips hovered just above the tender spot he had grazed with the knife, you felt the tension between you reaching a breaking point, unsure of where this newfound intensity would lead you both.
His breath mingled with yours, hot against your skin, as he hovered over the small wound on your thigh. His fingers, now tracing more boldly along the path of the blood, sent shivers of anticipation through you. You could feel his desire palpably, like a storm gathering strength, his eyes dark and intense as they searched yours for permission.
Without a word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin where blood had pooled. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you instinctively arched towards him, craving more of his touch. His mouth lingered there, tasting the metallic tang of your blood, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. The sensation was both thrilling and unsettling, pushing boundaries you hadn't known existed between you.
Yet, despite the intensity of the moment, there was an unspoken understanding between you - a shared recognition of desires unspoken and boundaries challenged. In Draco's touch, there was reverence mixed with hunger, a delicate balance of passion and restraint that made your heart race even faster.
As he pulled back slightly, his eyes locked with yours, a silent question hung in the air. It was a pivotal moment, where the decision to cross into uncharted territory lay suspended between you, the raw magnetism between your bodies undeniable and electric.
Draco's voice was only a whisper, laden with both desire and uncertainty. "Do you... really want to be with one the other boys again, or would you rather explore your... magical blood with me and find a solution for our problem?"
His question hung in the air, heavy with implications. It wasn't just about physical attraction anymore, it was about something deeper, something intertwined with magic and mystery. His fingers traced a gentle path along your thigh, his touch both soothing and arousing. His eyes searched yours, waiting for your response, a mix of hope and apprehension reflected in their depths.
In that moment, you felt the weight of his words, the invitation to delve into something beyond the physical realm. It was a choice that could change everything, a path that promised both exhilaration and uncertainty. As you looked into Draco's eyes, you sensed a shared curiosity, a mutual desire to explore the unknown together, to uncover secrets that lay dormant within your magical blood.