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Once is an accident.
She was doing it on purpose, he decided as he tossed and turned in his bed again. Having her assigned to co-head the Jugson vault case was one thing, He could have handled that and continued to suppress the ridiculous crush he had always harboured for her if not for the pants. Sweet fucking Merlin those pants. The way they hugged her hips and curved over her ass cheeks, it drove him to utter distraction. He was certain his work performance in the past two weeks had taken a nosedive because he had been occluding so much that he often walked out of meetings not sure of half of what she had said.
It was a necessary task though otherwise, his dick would end up as hard as it was now. Today she had dropped her wand and when she had bent over to pick it up the black trousers had highlighted all of the more intimate curves, he had had to fake a coughing fit to cover up the groan that had nearly escaped. There was no point in fighting it anymore, his old schoolboy crush had returned with a vengeance. It wasn’t just the many ways in which he wanted to fuck her but it was also the way his office held the scent of her perfume for hours after she left, or in the way he couldn’t look away when she smiled because Merlin it lit up the whole fucking room.
His hand slipped down and wrapped around the rock-hard appendage and allowed himself a small groan of relief. One good thing about occluding was that moments like this, he could slip back into those memories and have it feel as real as if she was actually there. “Oh fuck Hermione…” His whispered exclamation vibrated through him as he stroked his fist up and down, losing himself to the office in his mind, the curve of the top of her breasts, mostly hidden by her satin button-up shirt and the way that it opened up more when she leaned forward to point at something in the notes.
He could formulate an image of her bending forward and instead wrapping her ruby-red lips around the tip of his cock, he could fantasise about how it would feel for his hand to grip her curls and pretend that it was her mouth moving down over his shaft instead of his hand. “Fucking hell… Just like that…”
Her head would bob up and down faster and her mouth, hot and wet, would feel like heaven. For two weeks he had tried to avoid doing this whenever possible lest it encourage the feelings of lust toward her that he couldn’t indulge in. He had already wanked in the shower earlier that evening and yet here he was again.
Her name fell from his lips like a chant only to be swallowed by more gasps and grunts as he moved his fist harder and faster. He was so deep in the fantasy that he could smell her perfume, the sweet scent of vanilla and jasmine. In his mind he had both hands buried in her wild curls pushing them away from her face so that he could see the way that her freckles danced across the bridge of her nose and her golden honey-coloured eyes looking up at him through her long black eyelashes.
That image, though purely fantasy, was enough to have his balls tightening, the muscles in his stomach clenching in anticipation and a final loud moan of “Hermione, fuck-” pulling from him as he spilt his release all over his stomach. He finally let his eyes open and yanked him back to the harsh reality that he was in his bed alone. He swore for a second that the light from his phone's screen was on, flooding his room in a white glow but when he glanced over at it, it was dark and there were no waiting notifications so obviously he had imagined it.
And because he thought he had imagined it, it was far from his mind when Hermione spent the next several days blushing when he looked her way, convinced entirely instead that she had caught him staring at her ass. He had to occlude twice as much to make sure that it didn’t happen again but Merlin it was so fucking hard.
Twice is a coincidence.
Draco was in trouble, he really was. In a deep, a way in over his head kind of trouble. He felt like a damn teenager with how often he was having to slip away and pull his dick out to wank over Hermione fucking Granger but this was the most pathetic he had felt yet, having to lock his office door and throw up a silencing charm halfway through the fucking work day twenty minutes before she was supposed to arrive for their meeting.
Things had gotten so bad that even just the anticipation of seeing her now had him desperate and hard, how utterly pathetic. It pissed him off so as he stood there with one hand supporting him while he leant hunched over the desktop while he allowed his mind to wander, allowed himself to fantasise about what it might be like to fuck her with as much aggression as he felt in that moment, closing his eyes and canting against the desk until his thighs bumped into it.
He could only dream how it would feel slipping into her silken walls, letting her heat encase him, how it would feel to rip open the buttons and expose her gorgeous bra beneath, the way he would tug it down and expose her nipple so that he could take it in his mouth and suck on it, the gasp she would make as he bit down on it. “Oh Merlin, Hermione, that's it… take it…” He growled, imagining the way that his thrusts would deepen, making her cry out a soft “Draco!” He could even hear the way his name would sound.
He groaned again and tightened his grip on his cock, panting as he fucked his fist, dreaming of the way she would arch her back under his motions, the way her cunt would clench around him, fluttering and the obscene noises the sound of their arousal would make. “Oh gods, you feel so fucking good, Hermione, fuck, taking me so well.” He whispered to himself. This desk shook with the violent rolling of his hips, his fantasy slamming into her and how her thighs wrapped around his waist.
His thrusts became staggered and his breath stuttered, a final gasp of “Oh fuck… Hermione…” while he dreamt of what her face would look like as she fell apart under him, mouth parted and her head tilted backwards before stars exploded behind his eyes. Hot liquid spurted from him with such force that he had to sink into his chair immediately, dizzy and lightheaded.
Shame clawed at his chest, she would be here any minute and the whole time he would be thinking about what he had just done. He should transfer this case over to Richards, the sight of a witch in suit pants should not reduce him to this. It wasn’t just any witch in those pants though was it, it was an issue exclusive to her and if he handed it over to someone else then he would run the risk of her thinking he still held onto misguided beliefs, which he did not, fuck those beliefs, he wasn’t sure he had ever truly believed them but she would think that was why.
The sharp knock at the door was enough to send him into a panic, she was early, and his fucking cum was still splashed across the top of his desk. He vanished it with a quick wave of his wand and shoved himself a little too aggressively back inside his pants, ignoring the urge to hiss, it probably wasn't even close to what he deserved at this stage, another wave unlocked the door and he looked around in a panic to make sure the room was as it should be. “Come in!” Draco could feel his cheeks burning because even though he was sure everything was as it should be part of him felt as though she would know.
Relief as his secretary poked her head around that door. “Memo from Miss Granger sir, she has had something come up and would like to request to push the meeting back by two hours?”
Draco sighed and nodded his head, “That should be fine.” Janice disappeared again and he shook his head. He needed to get his shit together. Immediately.
Three times must be intentional?
Humiliation was something that had become a major part of his workday. He knew he was being paranoid but he couldn’t stop the tightening in the pit of his stomach that screamed that she knew what he had been doing, she avoided his gaze most of the time these days, and her cheeks were perpetually a shade of pink. Strangely it did nothing to stamp down his feelings, if anything it made it worse.
Draco Malfoy was not too proud to admit the month he had spent working with her had been eye-opening to the realisation that when it came to Hermione Granger, there were very few things that she could do or say that wouldn’t have him wanting to fall to his knees and worship her. The other day she had ended a meeting abruptly, yelling at him for not paying attention. She had been genuinely angry, glaring at him with disappointment and ringing him out for wasting everyone's time by coming to the meeting unprepared.
He wasn’t unprepared but he couldn’t fucking breathe around her enough to form a goddamn sentence. The grin had been involuntary but he had no regrets when it looked like she might cross the room and slap him. Instead, she had stormed from the conference room while he had been stuck in there for another ten minutes waiting for his erection to die down just enough to get back to his office and become a whimpering fucking mess, apparently, he wasn’t averse to being shamed if it was her doing the shaming.
On the flip side of that, he had made sure to hand her the contracts from the curse breakers as soon as he had walked into their meeting this morning. She had flipped through them and nodded her approval. “This is great work Draco, you did so good-” Her eyes had rounded a little, her mouth snapping shut and the blush returning as she realised that it had obviously sounded different aloud than it probably had in her head, but it was too late, he had heard it and fucking Salazar what he wouldn’t give to hear her tell him he was good again, which is how he wanted her now that he was in the safety of his home again; pathetically begging an empty room.
“Hermione, fuck baby, I swear I’ll be so good, god I’ll be so fucking good for you…” He choked out through the charm he had cast to restrict the blood flow through his neck. His hips rutted upward and ground against the satin pillow he held firmly against his cock. He had never been so desperate as to choke himself and seek the friction of anything other than his hand before but it was fitting with his need to hear her tell him again just how good he was. “Please, Hermione… I’m so close.”
His eyes rolled backwards, his groans were a loud reminder of how pitiful he was. The soft fabric stroking against the skin of his shaft was bliss, in his mind it wasn't a pillow, it was Hermione straddling him and grinding her lingerie-clad cunt against him, denying him, demanding he beg for just a little touch, it was her fingers wrapped around his throat, telling him only when he could prove how good he could be would he be allowed his reward. “I’ll be good-” He whined; if she wanted him to crawl and kiss her fucking feet at that moment he would, anything to just have the chance to rub his thumb over the damp panties, to stroke against her clit and make her feel as good as she made him feel.
For the chance that she would grant him the honour of riding his fucking face. He would fucking drown in her if only she would let him, if only she would tell him he had earned it. He would paint his face in her juices while he made her legs weak, he wouldn't even need her to touch him, he would likely spill himself over just from making her cum on his tongue as many times as she would allow. “Fuck I need to taste you, I need you so fucking bad, I promise Hermione,” He pleaded to no one “I'll be good if you please just cum for me… if you let me taste it…”
He would press his face deeper against her, and she would tell him that he was hers, only hers, that he was only allowed to eat her cunt, that he was only allowed to fuck her cunt, that only she was allowed to make him feel this way. That thought filled his veins with a burning heat, “Oh, it's all yours, baby, it's all fucking yours… fuck .” The band in the pit of his stomach snapped, and a loud guttural groan echoed off the walls as he failed to prove to her that he could be on his best behaviour.
He would do better, he decided as he lay there, his eyes squeezed shut with his heart pounding in his chest. He had to do better.
Four times a tease
Stolen images of her creamy flesh and black lace bra through the crack in her office door had been haunting him all afternoon. Fuck he wanted her, he hadn’t meant to see her in such a compromising way. Her assistant had been away from her desk and he hadn’t expected her to be changing her shirt with her door open a crack. She or someone had spilt coffee down the front of her other shirt, and he had arrived at just the precise moment she was exposed.
He had exceeded the limit of his control, barely stepping through the floo, tossing his phone and jacket on the armchair of the sitting room, his trousers already being undone so that he could palm himself. “Oh gods Hermione…” He groaned loudly, dreaming of pulling her onto the ground on the other side of her desk, his hand dipping below her waistband and sinking into her hot wet centre, his fingers sliding into her while her face twisted, fighting to silence the pretty song-like moans he just knows she would make.
He wanted nothing more than to slip his Malfoy family ring from his finger, push the face of it against her clit with his thumb and rub it in small circles, “Just once if I had the chance… Gods the things I would do to you…” his grip tightened on his cock, his balls ached from forcing himself to hold off all afternoon, there was nothing gentle about the way he was fucking himself, he was pathetic, desperate, needy… in summary how he spent most of his days now.
The muscles in his stomach taunt in expectation. He would love to pin her delicate wrists to the floor with one hand while the other, buried within her made her squirm, his lips latching around her gorgeous little nipples and sucking at them, licking the valley of skin between her breasts all the way up to her neck where he would bite at the sensitive skin there, “...mark your neck so that everyone knows…” he growled, his hips rocking into his fist.
Applying more pressure with his ring, pushing her toward her orgasm, he wanted to feel it, he wanted to feel it so badly. “Be my good girl… fuck … be my good girl and cum for me, Hermione…” His chest heaving with his loud panting, his grip tightening around himself. He could only dream of how fucking beautiful she would be, her back arching off the ground, the walls of her cunt gripping his fingers, sucking him in deeper as she spasmed around his fingers, her golden honey-coloured eyes rolling back, “Yes, that's it… That's my girl, that's my fucking girl…oh fuck…” He erupted with a roar as his orgasm tore through him leaving him gasping for air his head falling backwards in relief. She was going to be the death of him and she didn’t even know it.
Five times is a habit
Perhaps it was that this project had gone on for longer than either of them usually spent on their cases or maybe her patience for him had just worn thin but Hermione had been extra confrontational, openly snapping at him and bickering with him at every opportunity. He loved seeing the fire in her eyes, the way she would put her hands on her hips and glare him down but the last few days, all he wanted was to put her back in her place.
Draco couldn’t recall a time when he had been so sexually frustrated and what was even more aggravating was that he knew only she would satisfy his thirst. The night before he had been out having a few drinks with Blaise, he had been approached by an arguably, very attractive woman but instead of taking the blonde home and fucking her brains out, he had glowered at her silently until she started sulking and stomped off. He had the perfect opportunity to get laid, no strings attached and he had turned it down, all for Hermione, who didn’t even know and was acting like a fucking bitch today, just as she had done yesterday and the day before. It was fucking infuriating… and so incredibly hot.
He stared her down from the other side of his desk. “Get out.” he finally demanded.
“Excuse me?!” Her sneer turning into shock at his audacity.
“You heard me, Granger. Get out, I won't continue to be talked down to like this-” He reclined into his chair and admired the flash of indignation that morphed her features.
“Oh really?” She sneered, seeming to have another scathing insult on the tip of her tongue.
“Yes really, I have put up with you acting like a spoilt brat for the past few days but right now I find myself wondering why that is still necessary. We have completed the Jugson vault, the only thing remaining is the concluding reports, which I do not need a babysitter to watch me complete. I certainly don't give a fuck how you write yours as long as it gets done, therefore there is no longer any reason for me to continue to tolerate your bitchiness - so kindly, get the fuck out of my office.” He impressed himself with how calm he managed to keep his voice. Truth be told his cock was so hard it was painful but she didn’t need to know that and he wouldn’t be able to complete his report properly with her here sneering at him, pushing the limits of his self-control to the extremes.
Hermione scoffed “Fuck you Malfoy.”
If only she would
She rose to her feet, gathered her files and stomped from his office, not bothering to shut the door on her way out, it would be incredibly annoying if not for the fact that he was a wizard. She hadn’t even disappeared from view when he slammed the door shut with a twitch of his fingers. His blood was throbbing as it made its way through his veins. It was much too hot in here.
It wasn’t, it was just that he was too hot. He stood and yanked off his jacket and tie, rolling out his shoulders and clicking a few kinks in his neck. He ought not to have kicked her out. He should have put her over his knee and spanked her ass red and blue instead. His cock jerked in agreement, aching with need. No, he refused to do this again today. He had already painted his shower walls with his release, her name on his lips like a prayer that morning, he had work to do and her cunty mood was not going to stop him from closing this damn file on time.
Of course, he probably would have been able to concentrate better if he had just dealt with his erection in the first place instead of letting his mind wander to images of her, pants pulled down, bent over his lap with her round little ass on display, scraps of fabric or lace disappearing between her asscheeks, the faint hints of her arousal gathering at the tops of her thighs. But he was a stubborn man. He would not let her get under his skin until his report was done. He would not…
To his credit, he lasted nearly two hours and got halfway through before his resolve on that matter broke because honestly who gave a flying fuck about securing the vault of a convicted and detained criminal when he could be fantasising about punishing her . “Fucking Hermione Granger.” He snapped, locking his office once again, a regular occurrence these days, and unbuckling his trousers, his fingers wrapping around his length firmly and stroking slowly. Her perfume still hung in the air, all he had to do was close his eyes and let his mind transport him. “Should have put her over my knee and spanked her fucking ass.” He half grumbled half moaned.
Would she yelp, horrified that she was being punished like the insolent brat she was or would a soft moan fall from her lips with her eyes fluttering and her ass rising to meet his next slap? Draco smirked and chuckled, it would be a combination of them both. She would pretend to be disgraced by it but he knew, between her legs would be so fucking hot and wet. “Bet you would lie about it, fucking brat, pretend you didn't love me branding your ass with my handprint.” He growled, his head fell backwards, each pump finally giving him the relief he needed. “I would know though wouldn’t I, Love? That-” his words broke off in a moan “That you would be soaking fucking wet, just waiting for me to fuck that tight little cunt-”
He was too pent up, too sexually frustrated and angry, his whole body trembled as a realisation washed over him: she had gotten under his skin, not recently but in that first meeting on the train, like a virus that had infected his bloodstream and been pumped throughout his body, attacking every cell. He would never be rid of this longing for her. She had ruined him and worse, he wanted her too.
“Shit.” He hissed far too early, his release somewhat disappointing and short-lived. He didn’t need to have had the real thing to know that this feral routine he had begun wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t her. Standing he cleared his mess and straightened his clothes, perhaps he could go and apologise to her, try and strike some kind of friendship…
A frown dipped his brow as he flipped over his phone on his desk to check the time and found it was already lit - sitting on the recent calls screen. There in the contact call log was her name, five times, all of them outgoing calls, the most recent being only several minutes ago. He had never tried to call her, not once in the nearly two months they had been working together. The sinking realisation that his phone had name recognition had him collapsing in the chair behind him. Oh fuck, please no…
Five times he had called her, he realised in horror. The fucking phone had heard him moaning her name and had dialed her, on five separate occasions. Sweet fucking Merlin. Every time she had blushed over the last few weeks sprung to mind, he gladly would have let the earth open up and swallow him whole, would have jumped straight on down there. Well… there went any chance of pursuing her friendship or otherwise…
That was it, he would have to resign, and flee the country. There was no way he would ever be able to have a conversation with her again let alone attempt to build a relationship of any kind, five times she had heard him wanking on the phone, over her … Five times she had heard him, the only five times he had ever called her and yet… she still answered… She still continued to work with him despite it and never said a word, no wonder she had been so fucking grumpy, she probably thought it was intentional, that this was his perverted way of sexually harassing her.
But then why did she keep answering? Was she hoping that it was accidental, that he would realise and it would cease or… No, he couldn’t allow himself to think it was anything but that. It clearly was just a case of her not wanting to embarrass him or herself, and they had still been technically working together until five p.m. this afternoon so perhaps she had felt obligated to answer the calls despite it. Well, he would fix that right now by deleting her number. He briefly thought about sending her flowers to say sorry because there was no way in which he could ever say it in person but then he quickly dismissed that thought in a second bout of mortification, no that would make things much, much worse, there was nothing for it. He really would have to resign.
Perhaps tomorrow he would write a letter to the phone company, expressing his indignation and complaints about their stupid technology and how spectacularly it had ruined his fucking life, then he’d flee.
For once...
The banging on his door sounded angry and couldn’t have come at a worse time, he had been in the middle of a particularly enjoyable wank. He wasn’t used to visitors and even less so by way of the front door, almost everyone who stopped by did so through the floo network. The only person who had ever used that door was his elderly neighbour when dropping off tins of cakes for him or inviting him to have tea with her and she certainly didn’t possess the strength to pound on the door the way this person was. He drew his wand and crept closer, the banging stopped and he dared to peek through the peephole just as the angry knocks started again, scaring the shit out of him. “Fucking Merlin-” He threw open the door. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” He snarled at her, annoyance overshadowed the surprise at seeing Hermione Granger on the doorstep of his townhouse.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” She snapped, clearly irate… over what he didn't know. He had purposely avoided her for the last two weeks, working from home where possible and keeping out of her way when he was required to be at the ministry. He knew he hadn’t called her because he had been very careful to delete her number… and to have his phone far, far away from his person when he succumbed to his continued fantasies about her, something even his guilt couldn't stop it seemed.
“Me?! What the hell is wrong with you, turning up, banging on the fucking door like a mad woman at nine-thirty at night - how do you even know where I live?!” He asked suddenly on edge, peering up and down the street but it was empty.
“I hacked into the ministry database and pulled your file, it's hardly the point-” Hermione waved her hand dismissively.
“You fucking what?!-” He spluttered.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! You spend nearly two months calling me, subjecting me to the sounds of you jerkin-” He yanked her inside roughly and shut the door quickly before she could attract the attention of poor old Mrs. Phyllis next door with her screeching.
“Scream it a bit louder why don’t you?” He hissed whirling to glare at her, but shame caught up with him quickly and suffocated the fire within him. “I didn’t mean to call you…” Draco sighed, apparently, they were having this conversation… no matter how much he didn't want to “I swear I didn’t know. When I figured it out I deleted your number from my contacts after contemplating life in Spain or Norway… I am deeply and truly sorry for how uncomfortable I must have-”
“For fuck sake Malfoy!” She stamped her foot and crossed her arms against her chest, a singular curl fell from her messy bun into her face, Draco had to refrain from reaching out and tucking it behind her ear, clenching his hand into a fist and stretching it out before the urge would pass. She must have finally grown tired of him hiding like a coward, he could hardly blame her.
“I know, I really am sor-” He started, there was no way around this but to face it head on but it seemed his response only further annoyed her.
“Why am I good enough to jerk yourself over, repeatedly it seems but I’m not good enough to ask out?!” She snapped, cutting him off. “The way you pleaded, the way you said my name …” Hermione groaned, and he could swear it was in longing “It didn’t just sound like any common old…” The confidence in her voice faltered, “If all I’m good for is wank material then I would like to hear that my face.”
He shook his head, unable to process words enough to tell her how she was worth so much more than that so instead, he closed the distance between them, taking her face in his hands and letting his lips crash against hers. “You have no fucking idea…” He mumbled against her lips. Fantasies could never mimic how good it felt to sink his hands in amongst the strands of her hair. He let one arm fall and snake around her waist, pulling her upward against him, his cock already twitching to attention as her legs lifted to barrack his hips, her back quickly finding the door with a thump.
A light tap on the other side of the door had his heart sinking. Of course, he wasn’t so lucky as to think that Phyllis wouldn’t have heard the commotion. “Draco? Is everything okay dear?” His ninety-three-year-old neighbour was one of the sweetest little old ladies he had ever had the fortune to meet but her timing was not ideal. Reluctantly he tapped Hermione’s thigh, she was frozen with wide eyes staring back at him in horror but at his indication, she carefully and quietly put her feet back down to the ground.
Draco sighed and opened the door just enough to lean his torso around the wood while one hand rested against the base of Hermione’s throat, safely hiding her and keeping her from running away. “Hiya Phyllis, you alright?” he smiled at her warmly.
Phyllis was a tiny woman, barely five foot tall and almost always slightly hunched over. Her old tatty purple dressing gown was pulled around her floor-length nightdress, worn-out slippers were hurriedly shoved on her feet. She peered around anxiously, the relief she had initially portrayed upon him answering the door replaced by the fear that something more sinister was going on in the street. “I heard yelling, I was worried you had hurt yourself.”
Draco huffed in appreciation for her. “No, I'm okay, sorry Phyllis, I had a friend turn up a little intoxicated looking for a place to crash the night, no awareness or consideration for the neighbourhood, very sorry.”
Behind the door, Hermione straightened and sucked in a breath of air in preparation to argue but one slight squeeze of his hand at the base of her throat and she settled for a small disbelieving shake of her head.
Phyllis seemed to relax again. “Oh, you’re a good boy Draco. It's a good sign you know that your friends know you’ll look after them. I’ll leave you to it, I was on my way to bed but wanted to make sure you were okay first.” She nodded and turned slowly back toward her own door next to his, her hand steadying her on the wall.
“Do you need any help?” Draco asked uncertainly. He was reluctant to leave Hermione but he would never forgive himself for leaving the woman he had come to think of like a little surrogate grandmother to struggle on her own.
Phyllis waved him off. “Nonsense my boy. I’m fine.” Draco nodded but followed her with his eyes until she reentered her townhouse, shut the door and he had heard the telltale click of her front door locking, before he shut and locked his own door. Hermione was looking at him with soft amused eyes.
“We both know what a good boy you can be, Draco.” She teased. Memories of him rutting against his pillow some weeks prior sprung forward.
Draco hummed and licked his tongue over the inside of his teeth, he had wondered which times had been overheard. “Oh yeah, was that the favourite was it?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
She smirked and shrugged “It was the spanking for me, but yeah that was a close second.” she bit her bottom lip and nodded to the door “That was very sweet.”
He eyed her up and down appreciatively, he wanted more than just to dive into her and hear her screams, he wanted all of it, watching her read in the hazy Sunday afternoon in his sitting room wearing one of his shirts, to fill her cunt so full of him that her womb would swell with his child, he wanted a rock so big on her finger than pricks halfway across town would know that she was accounted for, to wake up and have her in his arms, he wanted everything. When he stepped forward again the kiss he pressed against her was softer, kinder.
“Hermione?” The sound of her first name elicited a shudder to run down her spine, “I'm going to take you to my bedroom now, and then tomorrow I’m taking you out for breakfast, okay?” he didn't give her a chance to do more than give the smallest of nods before her bent down and threw her over his shoulder, her squeal of surprise turned quickly to giggles as he carried her up the stairs and dropped her on the bed, covering her body with his.
He had lost count of how many times he had masturbated over the witch below him, never had he ever expected that he would get a chance to make it a reality. His fantasies hadn’t given her moans justice as he licked and sucked at her neck, they hadn’t captured the feeling of her fingers digging into his back as he palmed her breast. “Draco, please… you've been teasing me for two months…”
He hoped she had thought about what she was doing before she had arrived here because one taste of her would never quench his thirst, he had meant it, he would drown in her if she would only let him, sinking into her heat only once would never sustain him, not when he knew how good she felt wrapped around him, moaning even prettier than he had imagined. No, he would never let her go now.
Perhaps tomorrow he would write a letter to the phone company, expressing his sincere gratitude for their fantastic technology.