I practically ran, stumbling down the hallway, fingers grappling clumsily at the door catch in my haste to get to the visitor.

And finally, flinging the door open, my happiness soared to new heights as there, on my doorstep, stood Draco.

"I lied." I gasped breathlessly.

Grey eyes flicked briefly to my scar, lips twitching up at the corners.

"I know."

And then, without hesitation, he lunged forwards, almost winding me as his body slammed into mine, his lips connecting with my own in an urgency that made my knees buckle beneath me as he gathered me into his arms.

"I can't let you go, Potter," he growled hoarsely, breaking the kiss, his eyes burning into mine -full of ardent desire.

"Then don't," I breathed.

Eyes lighting up, he hungrily pulled me back in, claiming my mouth again. My whole body tingled, feeling him wash over me like a wave of warmth. Fuck, he tasted so good.

Lifting me off my feet, he carried me into the hallway, kicking the front door shut behind him as he slammed my back against the wall, his kiss hungry and intense as I curled my legs up around his waist.

My hands were pulling and tugging at everything my fingers could grasp a hold of. His hair, his collar, his shirt. I was desperate to feel him, to have every part of him possible.

But then his mouth was pulling away from mine as he looked at me with a fierce intensity, his eyes dark with lust. I could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, its violent energy matching my own.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He rasped; voice hoarse beneath heated, shallow breaths.

"Yes," I gasped, my body trembling in yearning as I clung onto him harder, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. "It's you who I want, Draco. I want you. I need you."

A flicker of brightness lit in his eyes. His lips caught mine again, kissing me ardently before he stepped away, tugging at my hand before my feet barely had time to touch the ground.

And then we were racing up the stairs, practically tripping in our urgency to get to my bedroom where he picked me up by the waist and threw me down onto the mattress.

"Draco!" I laughed breathlessly as he crawled on top of me, attacking my neck with his mouth.

Grabbing hold of my wrists, he pinned them down onto the bed above me as he dipped his head and grazed my throat with his teeth, his longing groan vibrating against my skin. I writhed beneath him as every inch of my body tingled maddingly at the weight of him pressing down on me.

I bit my tongue to prevent myself from pleading- no, begging him to fuck me.

"I want to take my time with you," he growled softly as he lifted his head to look down at me, his fingers gripping almost painfully around my wrists to stop me from touching him. "I want to make every second with you count."

And so, I lay there as he slowly and painstakingly peeled every article of clothing away from my body, stroking and kissing every newly exposed part of me as he did so.

"So beautiful," he kept murmuring against my skin as his lips continued to induce goosebumps upon every surface they touched.

Never had a man made me feel so desired. Never had a man made me want them as much as Draco Malfoy made me want him.

I arched my back up in relish as his lips reached the spot between my legs, his tongue making gentle yet demanding movements as he brought me to the brink of pleasure; raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around mine.

It was not until afterwards, when I was a panting, whimpering mess, did I realise that he had yet to remove a single piece of clothing from himself.

And, despite the pleasure he had just given me, I watched him hungrily as his fingers made quick work of his shirt buttons, my hands flying to his chest as soon as it was bare, making him gasp and shudder under my touch.

He pulled back, dropping off the bed onto his feet as he hastily unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall down around his ankles so that he was clad solely in a pair of straining boxer shorts. I could not help myself, sitting up, I scooted to the edge of the bed and reached out, greedily tugging them down.

He gave a sharp intake of breath as I took him into my hand, curling my fingers around him. He was warm and hard, firm yet soft to touch. This was not enough. I was greedy for him. Looking up into his eyes which were staring down at me hungrily, I pressed my mouth against his tip, teasingly parting my lips as I oh so slowly began to consume him.

"Fuck," he rasped as his knees buckled beneath him, causing him to violently jerk. His hands flew to the back of my head as his fingers tangled in my hair, steadying himself as he began to gently rock back and forth so that my lips glided up and down the length of him.

He tasted so good, and I found myself wanting still yet more as his heated, uneven pants began to quicken. My fingers dug into his now clenched backside and I could feel his whole body shaking and trembling in his mounting pleasure.

Suddenly he was pulling out of me, replacing his cock with his mouth as he leant down to kiss me hard.

"I want you, Etta," he growled breathlessly in my ear as he coaxed me back down on the mattress, crawling onto the bed above me as he peppered urgent, hungry kisses along my jaw. "I want to fuck you so much."

I kissed him back, matching his urgency as my fingers threaded through his hair, scraping his scalp beneath my nails. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach, and it felt so fucking hot.

But just as Draco positioned himself above me, he hesitated, his eyes frowning down at me. "Are you...? I mean- I don't have-"

"I'm still on the pill," I hastily interrupted, wanting him to just hurry up and fuck me.

And fuck was I glad I was on it. Perhaps it had been a little optimistic on my behalf, given the lack of men queuing up at my door until tonight, but no way was I going to take any chances; I had done my bit for procreation and I was not willing to do it again.

And judging by the look of relief flitting over Draco's features, I was not alone in this thought.

Then he started to fuck me; body aching, toe curling, heart racing, sheer pleasurable fucking.

To my relief, he did not hold back. The burn in my stomach grew hotter and fiercer as he pounded into me, grunting, and moaning above me. His hands were everywhere, stroking and groping as much of me as he could. He was like a starved animal finally getting his hands on some prey, devouring it with speed and ferocity.

And when he flipped me over so that I was on top, straddling his lap, he looked up at me, his eyes large with greed as they consumed every inch of me.

"You are so fucking perfect, Etta," he rasped, reaching up to push my hair back behind my shoulders, revealing my breasts which he began to caress and stroke, rolling my nipples beneath his thumbs.

I moved faster, making him cry out and hiss a string of profanities between slightly parted lips.

"Fuck I'm close," he hummed, moving his hands down to my hips as he helped me move harder down on his lap whilst ramming himself up into me. "Don't stop."

His fingers dug painfully into my flesh as his body tautened and shook in his impending orgasm. I could feel his heart racing wildly as his breathing became nothing but a series of short angry rasps. The heat between us was immense, our bodies nothing but a giant ball of energy as we moved faster and harder, the friction causing us both to cry out in each others' mouths.

And just as my own stomach ripped in two, with one hard final thrust he shuddered inside of me, clamping his mouth over mine as he cried out loud and hard, his moans vibrating down my tongue as his arms wrapped tightly around me, gluing me down firmly against his lap.

The room was filled with nothing but the sounds of our urgent gasps as we both struggled to steady our breathing, our hearts racing loudly in our chests as our hot, damp bodies pressed against each other.

Still holding onto one another, our eyes met, resting our foreheads together.

"Stay with me," I whispered, my words trembling as they left my lips.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said fiercely, his arms tightening around me. "Potter, if you want me, I'm yours."

My lips tugged into a helpless smile and I felt a great warmth flow through every part of my being. It was all I had ever wanted to hear, that he was mine and I was his.

That night, we clung to one another, holding each other as though it was our last night together on earth.

But, finally - for us, it was just the beginning.

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