XXVII.
Their lips were swollen and full as they pulled apart. She kept her hands on his face and searched his eyes for regret. She didn’t find any, though. He nipped at her lower lip, and she smiled.
She let him lazily kiss her and fell under the spell of the euphoria enveloping her. She wanted more. He’d only experienced a fraction of her repressed sexual appetite, and she wanted him to dive into it all. And she wanted it to be with him.
She let her hand travel over his taut stomach and down to the buttons on his trousers. She deftly popped the first two open but got stuck on the third. He smiled against her mouth as her frustration grew. Finally, she transfigured the rest of his clothes away with her magic.
He laughed against her, and she smiled wickedly as she tried to pull him down onto her.
“My turn, Granger,” he growled in her ear.
She expected him to reach for his wand and do the same to her remaining clothing, but he didn’t. He gripped parts of her shorts in his bare hands and tore them straight from her body. The silk ripped off her like it was made of paper, and she cried out in surprise.
“I liked those,” she whined.
“I’ll get you more,” he said and dove against her mouth once again.
His mouth drifted to her neck, breasts, stomach, and finally, to the apex of her thighs. She hesitated. It wasn’t something anyone had ever done with her. Ron never attempted the act, and Krum seemed put off by the idea. She shifted under him. She wasn’t sure what to do. Would he like it? Did she have to do something? Should she be helping?
“Stop bloody over-thinking,” Malfoy growled against her.
He stopped kissing and hovered right above her. His eyes narrowed as he waited for her to challenge him or tell him to stop.
“I’ve never,” she started but couldn’t bring herself to say the words out loud.
She was embarrassed. He sensed it, and his look softened.
“You trust me,” he confirmed.
“Yes.”
“Then lie back and enjoy.”
He didn’t give her a second to think things through before launching his attack. He pulled her thighs apart with his strong hands and held them there while his tongue plunged into her. The sensation was so overwhelming. His warm mouth and aggressive tongue made her cry out. He was relentless in his pursuit. He was like a man starved, and she was his only sustenance. She tried moving her hips, but his arms were like iron chains holding her still. She admired the way his muscles flexed against her. She watched him lick and suck his way through her core and was transfixed by his talent. His eyes opened. They held her gaze as he worked, and she found she couldn’t look away. The way his eyes darkened was the most mesmerizing visual. He was beautiful. And he was doing this all for her.
Her eyes eventually couldn’t stay open anymore. They fluttered close as her head fell back against the bed. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he loosened one of her legs and used his hand to join his mouth. There were so many sensations all at once. The sucking, the twirling, the heat was all too much. Another orgasm rose inside of her, and she felt her legs begin to shake. She braced herself for the incoming force of it, but nothing could prepare her for this. She cried out as her legs twitched around his head. He continued his pursuit and didn’t let up when the orgasm started but rather drew it out to make it last even longer. As she cried and panted beneath him, she tried pulling his head away, but he was stronger and held fast.
“Draco,” she begged.
He finally listened and pulled away. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. She gasped for air. It was the most beguiling and exhilarating sexual experience she’d ever had. Through the years, she’d learned to take care of her own orgasm rather than expect any of her partners to see to it. But this? Draco had been the singularly best lover she’d ever experienced. And they hadn’t even had sex. For someone whom she’d always imagined to be selfish or spoiled, he was the most selfless lover she’d ever known. The intention and execution behind the act brought tears to her eyes. She’d never been cared for in this capacity.
His mouth found hers again, and she blushed as she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. His hands cupped her face and gently pushed the tears away.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded against him.
“So good,” she whispered. “It was so good. You’re-”
He cut her off with another intimate kiss.
“Please,” she whispered against his mouth. “I want you.”
She reached her hand down and pulled his hips toward her. But he hesitated. He knelt on his elbows as he hovered over her. His eyes were wide with emotion as they searched hers.
“Granger, if we do this…”
Confusion washed over her. Did he not want to? Her brows furrowed as she tried to understand.
“If we do this, then you’re mine. I won’t be able to walk away or pretend this didn’t happen. I’ll want to own you. Possess every part of you. I’d never be able to give you up.”
Her mind tried to process all the information he was giving her. He wouldn’t be able to walk away? So this wouldn’t be some casual fuck for him. Does that mean this would mean commitment?
“No one else,” he said.
The severe tone still settled over his brows.
“Just you and I. Exclusive.”
She nodded. She could do that. She was technically still missing from the rest of the world, anyway.
“Say it.”
Her core tightened. Godric, hearing him boss her around in this way, sent shocks straight through her.
“I’m yours, Draco. Only yours.”
Draco Malfoy became absolutely primal at her promise. His mouth was everywhere all at once. He sucked and bit at her neck, her breasts, her lips. His hands hungrily dug into her hips and shifted them down. He pulled her legs apart but eased his hand between her legs first.
“I’m going to try to be gentle,” he said.
His voice shook and matched the strain that clouded his features.
“I can handle it.”
He cursed. His head dropped, and he shook it. His soft blonde waves draped over his forehead. His arms strained as he fought against his self-control. His fingers moved and stretched her, preparing her to take in his tremendous erection. She couldn’t take the suspense anymore. She pulled at his hand and lifted her legs to lock around his hips.
“Draco, now,” she demanded.
He poised himself at her entrance, and at the most agonizingly slow pace, he began to fill her. She whimpered against the pressure, and he froze. It was so much and so overwhelming.
“Don’t stop,” she panted.
“Hermione,” he warned.
She used her legs and forced his hips deeper. He lost the shred of control he was maintaining and filled her to the hilt. Their moans swirled together in a haze of ecstasy. Her two earlier orgasms had given plenty of lubrication to his impressive size, and he began to move easily in and out. They were slow at first. Like he was feeling every nerve ending and pulse of her. But as the momentum started building, so did their desire. His hands raced to her face and pulled her lips against him. His tongue tangled with hers. Their breaths came out in short pants, and their bodies were slick with heat and sweat.
He pulled away and tugged her hair.
“Open your eyes,” he growled. “Look at me when I come in you.”
Draco Malfoy was feral in his chase toward an orgasm. He held her face firmly between his hands as the steel-gray eyes bored into her soul.
“You’re mine,” he demanded.
“I’m yours, Draco,” she agreed. “Only yours.”
She could feel the stunning heat working her way to her core again. Another orgasm was teetering on the edge. She wanted to go after it. She wanted to fall. She resisted the urge to close her eyes and instead stared into the man that had completely consumed her soul.
“I’m so close,” she hummed.
“Me. Too.”
His hand moved from her face and gripped the back of her neck. The shift in dominance pushed her over the edge, and she fell. Her orgasm crashed around her like an ocean and swallowed her whole.
“Eyes,” Malfoy barked.
She opened them and stared into his hungry eyes. His whole body shook as he roared through an orgasm.
Draco stilled as the rapture subsided. Both of them were breathless as their bodies began their descent. She moaned as he pulled out of her and instantly missed the weight and warmth of his body inside hers. He grabbed her waist and rolled them both over. He pulled her against his hot chest and peppered kisses all over her face.
He’d reached off the side of the bed for his wand and dissolved the mess between their legs. He dropped the wand and pulled the sheet over both of them. His hands, which had just been so rough and demanding moments ago, were soft and gentle as they traced over the delicate features of her face.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “But you nearly killed me.”
He laughed and kissed her passionately. He grabbed her left hand and kissed her wrist and hand.
“My Hermione,” he whispered against her.
Her mind absently fluttered with the worries of what that would mean and what it would entail. But exhaustion was winning the battle. And rather than try to solve Malfoy’s cryptic phraseology, she merely nodded her head. Hermione drifted off to sleep with Malfoy’s steady promises and delicate kisses surrounding her.