MARA WILLIAMS

Despite everything he'd ever led me to believe, Draco Malfoy did in fact have a heart. I knew it for certain as I lay there, the sun soaking us in it's blissful warmth, my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythmic beats. Certain and strong as the tide.

Bronze baked clouds hung idly over the shadowless grounds like tufts of golden smoke. We'd been awake for hours now, and yet not a word had been said. We didn't need them, instead we watched the sun rise in silence, simply enjoying each others company.

Draco had never been soft in his life, forced into millitant regime since he could walk, speech soured by bitter tongues since he could talk. He'd never once been allowed to just... Be. -Until this moment.

He did have a kindness about him, deep down. He'd just never had a time to show it until now. I wondered if he felt just as peaceful as I did in this moment, the pad of his thumb swiping absentmindedly back and fourth across my shoulder.

This was the only place in this wicked world that we could be together, alone. But it didn't feel lonely with him beside me, I'd never once wished for a different company.

I'd never much believed in praying, I'd never really believed in a God, but as we stared out at the horizon, cast tangerine in a heavenly light, I prayed that we could stay in this moment forever.

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A wicked rumble growled in my stomach as I dragged a brush through thick dark hair. I was far too hungry to change from my nightgown, so instead I found my way down the marble stairs with the scandalous whisper of the portraits echoing behind me, following the sweet scent of sustenance.

I refastened the silk robe around my waist as I entered the kitchen, huge and lux beyond believe just like everything else in this house.
Quietly I perched on the island counter, behind Draco who had yet to notice me as he was far too busy making breakfast.

"-Mara." His entire body became rigid when he finally turned to see me sat there, eyes clinging hungrily to my long legs that swung absentmindedly off the edge of the counter. "I didn't hear you come in..."

He dragged his palm over his handsome face, leaving a trail of white flower in its wake and I giggled, causing him to frown. "What?"

"-Nice face." I smirked and his face instantly returned to its usual smirking nature, a wolffish grin toying at the corners of his lips.

"Why don't you sit on it."

I nearly choked, which evoked a laugh from Draco.
-An actual laugh. A rich booming sound that caught me off guard, strong enough to shake the house, sonorous enough to make even angels cry.

It took a solid minute to compose myself after his lewd comment, and even after that I couldn't quite seem to quell the heat that pooled in my core at his opposition.

"I didn't know you cooked..." I said, trying to change the topic to something a little more satire.

"That's because you don't really know me at all." Draco's grin dampened to a small smile as he tended to the food. "...You just like to think you do."

My heart hurt to think that, but I soon realised he wasn't wrong. I'd stayed in his house, slept in his arms, tasted his lips... And yet, I realised that the boy I had felt so irrevocably tender for was still practically a stranger. "Well I'd like to..." I said quietly, staring as the muscles in his broad shoulders shifted through his shirt with every move he made.

"Then ask away."

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Green."

"How predictable." I scoffed, "-And I suppose your favourite animal is a snake too?"

Even with his back to me I could hear the boyish grin in his voice, "Of course."

Rolling my eyes I tried to think of another question. There was only one at the forefront of my mind, a cautious kind of gentle falling over me as I asked,
"Where are your parents really?"

"They're away on a task."

"What kind of task?" I pushed, "Like one for work?"

But at once I knew I'd pushed too hard by the way he stilled, "I am not my parents." He said firmly. "If you want to know about me, then ask about me."

I'd noticed there were no family portraits amongst the many that hung at Malfoy Manor, no boyhood photos, no joyous moments. There was no happiness in this house for him, nothing except memories of a childhood he'd rather forget.

"Draco." I said carefully after a moment, as if approaching a wild beast. "Look at me."
He turned in compliance with a resentful look in his eye, leaning back against the counter and I bit my lip anxiously, I had one more question, one that I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried, I just prayed he wouldn't leave me hanging this time if I bared my soul to him. I took the plunge, Draco Malfoy was a loaded gun, and every time I loaded the bullet, put it to my head and pulled the trigger.
"...Do you feel it too?"

Maybe I'd never learn, not until one of us was dead and the other destroyed beyond repair.
We would be each other's undoing.

Piercing grey eyes shielded more secrets than I dared to tell and his face settled into an all to familiar empty mask. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Did he seriously think that would scare me away?
I was too far gone now, already drowning in the mere thought of him, and I wasn't exactly sure I wanted to surface.

He knew exactly what I was talking about, for he pushed off the counter and took a tentative step closer so that he stood between my legs. Less than inches separated us, and my bones pleaded for the sanctity of his touch.
A shadow of a breath echoed in the emptiness between us as I stared unblinkingly into his eyes, searching for the reassurance that I so desperately craved. I pressed a hand to his cheek, gently wiping away the white streak. "Liar."

We both knew it. It resonated all around us, whispering in the void of white noise and static, and eventually something snapped. I kneeled in shaking thrill before his guarded heart, begging him to let me in.

As I stared into his eyes for the first time I could tell exactly what he was thinking, I could read him like an open book, chided by the silence of the hush so sublime that words wouldn't dare hold a flame to the torrent of lust and angst that echoed between us.

I had never known a darker blue, than the darkness I saw before me now in his eyes, like staring into the blackness at some distant star.

We didn't need words to articulate our most primal desires, his eyes said more than he ever could.
We crashed together like wind and rain, a torrent of lust drowning out the world around us, mouths colliding in hunger.

I couldn't care less any more, I just wanted to let go.
-Just to have one moment without caring what may happen the in next.
Draco Malfoy embodied every single one of my deepest, darkest desires, and to give into him was to give into to the most cardinal of sins. Lust.
-And so I gladly became a sinner.

There would be nothing gentle about him now, no treating me like glass as he smashed his body against mine, and I dove at his mouth.

We were both starved, desperate for the sedation that only the other could bring.
My body craved one thing, and one thing only.

His fingers were suddenly deft in their eagerness as he loosened the silk of my robe before ripping it from my body, leaving me in what little cover my lace nightdress had to offer. He tore from the kiss to watch me with predatory glare, burning deep with a lust fuelled hunger.

His rough hands grabbed me behind the knees, yanking me towards the edge of the counter and pressing himself between my open legs. Wrapping my legs around his waist I rolled my hips against him, a breathless gasp escaping my lips as he roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side, biting and sucking his way down my throat.

He bucked his hips against me, and I moaned at the sensations he drew from me, his hard, muscled body between my legs, a hand firmly gripping my backside, his mouth sucking on my collarbone.

I began unbuttoning his shirt but my fingers shook uncontrollably and it was taking entirely too long so resolved to tearing it in two, breaking every single button from its thread to reveal skin that made my chest explode with the promise of anarchy. He accommodated my hungry hands by sliding it off, not once breaking his lips from my skin.

Pressing himself tightly between my thighs I could feel just how much he wanted me, and I him. My dress was hitched up around my waist and Draco's eyes were fierce as he shoved me back against the counter so that I lay flat on my back, sending plates and glasses crashing to the floor around us.

-But we didn't care. We didn't care about anything anymore.

In this moment we were nothing more than feral and I couldn't help the wicked shiver of anticipation that raced through my veins, quickening my heart with nihilist thoughts. Rough hands gripped my hips so tightly that I cried out with a breathless shout, pain had never felt this good.

I was silenced in an instant, our mouths crashing together in an immoral kind of dissonance.
His greedy hands grasped my breasts through the lace and his lips renewed it's assault on my body.

Every touch felt like hellfire as he dove at the hollows between my breasts without preliminaries, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses trailing all the way down my navel to my inner thigh and I groaned, tangling my hands in his hair, pressing myself closer to his talented mouth, begging for more.

He hesitated, warm breath fanning my core before he gave me the most cardinal kind of kiss, one so sinful that it dragged a guttural sound from my lips.
-It was so wrong, and yet why did it feel so good?

Uncontrolled sounds fell from my tongue, curses so blasphemous they'd make the devil blush as Draco swirled his tongue around the most sensitive parts of me, my fingers wrapped desperately in his hair, clutching him close.

Every fibre of my body screamed for more with every trembling rise and fall of my chest. I arched my back, my shaking legs feeling week as he found a home between my thighs.

I reached for him, pulling him back up to capture my lips despite the protests of my body as I sat up. The second he left my core I ached for him to return with just as much fervour as he'd left.

I wanted to feel him, all of him. And I took what I wanted, reaching to unbuckle his belt, he aided me, quickly tearing it away and unzipping the catch, and I slipped my hand down the front of his pants to grasp his straining member.

My hand slid down his length and back up again, and abruptly I pulled back from his kiss, gasping in shock at what I'd discovered. He smirked down at me as I ran my hand down his length.
Wetness pooled at the thought of what awaited me, and I grinned devilishly up at him, throwing myself back to the lawless solace of his lips.

I gave him a subtle squeeze and he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me forward to ravage my mouth again. He made his way to my ear, scraping his teeth across the lobe, before releasing a rasping curse, "Fuck.-Mara."

I eased my hand back up him slowly, gripping all the way up before releasing him. My tongue met his with a moan, and I rubbed myself wanting against the front of his pants, the fabric causing little friction to sate the desire.
He pulled away, looking nefariously at my flushed countenance, his breath fanning across my face.

He looked just as dangerous as he felt, teetering on the edge of sanity, driven wild by the lust.

He kept my eyes, as if daring me to look away, as he reached down to brush over my apex, swirling his finger agonizingly slowly around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
My head fell back with a throaty moan as he slipped two fingers into my core, pumping steadily. The pleasure mounted as he thumbed my core in time with his plunging digits, and the incredible agony almost became too much to bear as I desperately rode his hand, grabbing his head and pulling him in for another heated kiss, before releasing his mouth with a feral shout as he angled his hand to hit just right.

"Lay down." He ordered, his voice low and hard. I lowered myself down shakily, my flesh quivering in anticipation as he slipped a hand between us and grasped his length, guiding it to my entrance.

He eased into me, pressing that amoral hardness all the way into my aching core, and I hissed at the feel of him sheathed so tightly inside me. He held there for a moment, gritting his teeth, before slowly sliding himself back out.

"Fuck." I whimpered, I couldn't help but tense around him at the incredible sensation, my breathe shuddering loudly.

His eyes watched my face, clinging darkly to my every move as he slowly slid his hands up to my hips, gripping them tightly just before slamming himself back inside me.

"Draco!" I couldn't stop the shout and instantly my hands flew to cover my mouth, everything in me clenching as his hips snapped relentlessly. My hands dug into his shoulders, a feeling like no other, mixed with a vivid electricity I'd never felt before.

Desperate for more, I arched my back so that our chests collided as one, but he held me down with ease, pinning me to the counter, keeping his pace punishingly steady.
"Don't you fucking dare." He hissed, controlling my movements with his one hand ensnared around my wrists, holding them in above my head so I would be forced to take what he gave or ask for what I wanted.
-So I would no longer be able to conceal my shouts of pleasure.

Between harsh breaths I held his eyes, pleading without words for him to give me the sweet release my body begged for. But he was merciless, he always had been, a cruel boy by the devil's design, his fiery gaze searing into me as he continued his seemingly endless, steady rhythm.

I cried out, my body achingly tense, my nerves were beginning to fray; I could feel the weight of an insurmountable peak hovering just out of my reach and this infernal boy just refused to let me have it.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and I shuddered as he flexed his hips sharply, before resuming his slower strokes.
Revelling in my reaction, he surged up again roughly, slamming himself against me, pressing his face close to mine as he taunted, "Beg for it."

I couldn't stop the vile sounds instantly pouring from my mouth, I was so close, so desperately close.
"Draco, please!"

I writhed beneath him, begging with my body for him to finish me off. I barely had time to notice his fingers squeezing my thighs, pressing in tight enough to bruise, and then suddenly, he was pounding into me with renewed vigor.
My body thrown back against the counter with every unholy slam of his body, and I moaned at the sensations. I could feel my body stirring, racing towards completion, and looking at Draco, I could see he was close too. His eyes were dark, his teeth bared, as he worked me over and over again.

I cried out loudly, my back arching, as my climax exploded in an unholy crescendo of pleasure, the like of which I'd never before felt. My body constricted around his arousal as he drove up one last time, spilling his release inside me with a muffled shout.

He stood there, leaning into my body, against the counter, as we both struggled to find the air to breathe again.
I leaned my head back against the surface, feeling insanely mellow, and enjoying the weight of his head against my shoulder, his hands wrapped around my thighs, his body between my legs. Our bodies pulled flush against one another.

He lifted his head, and I leaned mine down with a satisfied smile, pushing back the few strands of white blonde hair that had fallen over his face before placing a small kiss on his forehead.

The edges of his lips tugged upwards in a devilish grin, "I always knew you were a screamer."

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-Chile anyways...
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