His fingers tugged on the hem of her shirt and pulled it from out of her skirt, watching in fascination as more skin revealed itself and was greeted by her black satin bra. Tom's mind went into a frenzy and he did his best to contain himself.

  "Up," he muttered, his voice heavy and laced with lust. Delilah did as told and lifted her arms, letting him drag her blouse up and off her body and couldn't help the grin on her face as he tossed the fabric carelessly off the bed. The pads of his fingers danced over her breast and down her torso, sending a ripple of goosebumps to rise on her skin and the way his lips pulled back was sinful.

  Leading all the way down to her skirt, he played with the hem of it for a moment before he suddenly flipped her around to where she was laying on her stomach, a surprised yelp leaving her lips as he did so. She felt his fingers grab hold of the zipper at the back before dragging it down. Once it was loose he practically ripped it off her but didn't make a move to turn her back around.

  She was about to say something as the seconds ticked by before there was a sharp sting to her back side as he spanked her.

  "Oh," she immediately flushed red and she was sure her whole body was now an embarrassing pink as heat bloomed from her arse. "I–"

  His hands then took hold under her hips and dragged her up to her knees so she was bent over in front of him. A position they hadn't ever really been in before and she didn't know why it felt so vulnerable all the sudden.

  There was another sharp sting to her arse and she let out a strangled noise that was muddled with both a yell and a moan. Seconds later his warm and large hand rubbed smoothing circles into where he had just hit her and she found herself strangely turned on by the action of him spanking her.

  "You like this don't you?" His lips pressed against the middle of her spine, his words melting into her and she knew she was probably dripping. She knew he could probably see it clear as day due to the position he had her in.

  Tom spanked her again and she moaned into the mattress only to gasp as his fingers rubbed over her damp underwear. "No, you love this. You're fucking soaked, darling." Before she could even try to protest the obvious truth, he tugged her underwear to the side and collapsed at the feeling of his hot tongue licking her.

  Apparently deciding he couldn't do all that he wanted with this angle, he took her by the hips and turned her around again, pressing her back into the mattress and holding her legs up and out. Spreading her wide for him and the look on his face was that of a man who was starved and he gazed upon her as if she was offering to satiate his appetite.

  He looked dazed, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes truly did look black and his mouth was on her again. His tongue circled her clit and she let out a moan when he dipped two fingers into her. It was nearly embarrassing how easily they went in and she was sure she was dripping out onto the bed.

  "Fuck," he said, his voice humming against her cunt in a way that was intoxicating. "You taste so fucking good, Delilah." Then he started to curl his fingers upwards as he fucked her with his hand, his mouth latching onto her clit and sucking while circling it with his tongue.

  She saw stars as she screamed and came, her thighs clamping down and her hands tugged on his hair painfully. He didn't seem to mind as he moaned against her, not letting up as his mouth was still licking at her as if it was ice cream that was melting. It became too much and she wasn't sure how an orgasm could possibly last that long but she felt like she was about to explode.

  "Tom, please–"

  He looked up from between her legs, his mouth and chin glistening with her arousal. His brown hair was a wild mess from where she was tugging at it and his eyes looked like that of a madman who had just gotten a hit of an addictive drug for the first time.

  "You were so good for me," he didn't break eye contact as he kissed the inside of both her thighs and they were visibly trembling. Her heart was pounding violently in her chest and she couldn't help but recognize how his praise seemed to affect her.

  Tom continued to kiss up her body, "and I think good girls deserve to be rewarded. Don't you?"

  She bit her lip before nodding, both hating and loving how his words made her body react. He took hold of her neck before he leaned down to kiss her. Hot and open mouthed and she could taste herself on his tongue and it was all mind numbingly attractive. He then leaned back and she didn't have time to complain and he tugged his own shirt up and off his body. Revealing his broad shoulders and frame built with tight muscles.

  Tom Riddle was devastatingly beautiful.

  Her eyes tracked the movement of his hands as he undid his belt and pulled the rest of his clothes off. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his cock. Of course she's seen it plenty of times before but it still seemed to shock her each time. It was perfect in every way imaginable, and at the moment he was so hard she almost thought she could see his pulse beating violently in the veins that ran along his shaft. The head of it was flushed a deep pink and leaking pre-come with each second.

  He stood naked at the end of the bed, watching her with an obsessive look to his eye. Delilah didn't have time to ponder what it all might mean before he lunged. His large hands took hold of her waist and lifted her off the bed. So effortlessly that it made her feel like a princess in all those Disney movies and she felt her heart flutter with absolute longing.

  Tom pressed her against the wall, holding her up with his hips and his cock was wedged between them, the sudden pressure made him squeeze his eyes shut for a moment as he attempted to regain control. With a shuddering breath he looked at her again and if she were not mistaken it almost looked... loving. But that would be ridiculous, that stubborn voice inside her head spoke. Even though he had said the words to her, Delilah had no idea whether or not to believe him.

  His hands took hold of her face and his forehead pressed against hers, and a range of emotions she wasn't even sure he was capable of flicked through his eyes so quickly she nearly felt dizzy.

  "I want you, Delilah." There was a desperation in Tom's voice that she wasn't sure she was able to fathom.

  She didn't have to think and she pushed her lips forward and crashed against his, throwing her arms around her neck and somehow pulling him closer. "You have me," she whispered to him. Between bites and heavy breaths. "You always have and you always will."

  He leaned back, his cock now slightly pressed to her entrance. He looked serious yet still haughty, practically dripping sex.

  "Forever?"

  There seemed to be a million other things hiding under that single word. She was sure of it. A million promises he wanted her to make and she didn't know if she was capable of keeping them.

  Delilah held his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing along the tops of his cheeks gently. His eyes searched hers and she realized he looked frightened. Frightened of her saying no, of walking away.

  She nodded, "Forever, I am yours."

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  Delilah wasn't sure why, they've had sex before, but that had just felt different. He felt vulnerable, like he was offering himself up for once instead of it being the other way around. It was like he had cracked and she finally noticed how afraid he was to be alone.

  All that talk about not needing anyone, about not caring if he was the last man left on Earth. She knew he cared about her but... God that look he was giving her. He was frightened of being alone and it was almost like he had just come to the realization himself.

  After getting cleaned up, they found themselves in the kitchen and she was bombarded with questions as they ate the dinner Cain had prepared. She told them about the body clock and how Dumbledore had placed it on her, but left out the details about her basically being on a mission to save Tom Riddle from eternal damnation.

  "That's bloody insane," Pyrrhus mumbled as he bit into his roast, ignoring the disgusted look Olive was shooting at him.

  "So this body clock then, are you going to remove it?" Olive asked and Delilah blinked at her. Feeling like the answer was obvious. "Because I don't think you should, not until this Grindelwald mess is over at least. If it really is keeping you protected plus the... the thing about Elio." The last part was mentioned quietly and it was like a poltergeist of grief suddenly decided to enter the room.

  She gnawed at her lip as she thought it over. According to Dumbledore the clock on her body apparently wasn't necessary anymore due to Elio sacrificing himself for her. The thought of it made her feel nauseous. Being untouchable because he wasn't.

  "The magic Elio left on you doesn't make you invincible, Delilah." Tom added, wanting to make sure she understood. She knew he was right, there were plenty of times Harry could've died even though he had the same magic placed on him from his mother. The only person it didn't work with specifically was Voldemort but that was for a very complicated reason she still wasn't sure she was able to believe.

  Deciding she didn't want to talk about it anymore, she decided to switch to their Grindelwald plans. "So, getting to Potter."

  Abraxas' nose scrunched as he sipped on his tea, "I can't believe you want us to go camping."

  Delilah rolled her eyes, "it's the best way to stay low and away from prying eyes. He has people everywhere and would be easily able to track our moves. Not to mention he knows exactly where all of you live, you purebloods practically advertise your manors."

  There was a low mutter of agreement for all of them and she sighed. "We're magic, are you forgetting we can enchant the inside of our tents? You lot make it sound like it'll be miserable. Think of it as a vacation!" They didn't seem convinced and she gave, slumping in her seat and annoyed at the amused look Tom was giving her.

  "We know Grindelwald won't find the stone," he flexed his hand as he did so and the obsidian glinted in the low light of the kitchen. "And I'm not quite sure how two Elder wands from different points of time would interact with each other, but that's still two on our side. We need the cloak, and Potter has it."

  "Can we not just rob him and run?" Pyrrhus asked and Tom shook his head.

  "We need to get it back to him, intact."

  "So we're just supposed to convince some stranger to willingly let us borrow a family heirloom?" Olive said dryly and rolled her eyes as Tom nodded his head. Always so sure of himself.

  "We leave tomorrow morning. Bring what you need."

  Lolita then cleared her throat and she shared a look with Cain. He seemed a bit hesitant at first but righted his posture and looked at them all before looking at Tom. "Lolita and I are staying here."

  Tom was opening his mouth to argue but Delilah quickly cut him off. "That's perfectly alright." She then looked to the rest of them, "the same for the rest of you, I don't want to drag you all into something that might get you killed." They all looked at one another, exchanged silent in their eyes. They've all known each other a lot longer than Delilah had. Years, actually. Bonds that ran a lot deeper than she was probably aware of.

  Abraxas cleared his throat, "we're with you. Right up till the end, all of us want to see that bastard dead."

  Tom grinned, that bloodlust calling to him again at the thought of putting Grindelwald's head on spike but he shook the image away.

  "We head out tomorrow, then."