25. Bloom #2
He looked down at me and I pulled him closer. His weight settled over me and the cold of his skin met the heat of mine. The contrast made every nerve in my body pay attention.
His mouth found mine again. It was not a demanding kiss.
It was a slow and deliberate exploration.
His lips parted mine and his tongue slid inside, tasting the remnants of my blood and the warmth of my breath.
I tangled my fingers in his dark hair and held him there.
I wanted to anchor him to me. I wanted to make sure he knew exactly where he was and who he was with.
His hands moved down my sides. He traced the curve of my waist and the flare of my hips.
His touch was incredibly gentle. He possessed a strength that could snap my bones, but right now, his hands felt like a soft breeze against my skin.
He mapped the contours of my body with a reverence that made my chest tight.
I slid my palms down his back. The muscles shifted under his pale skin.
He felt solid and real. I found the spot where the silver had burned him just a short time ago.
The skin was smooth now. The jagged edges and the dark bruising were gone.
My blood had done its job. I pressed a kiss to his jawline and let my fingers linger over the newly healed flesh.
“You are staring,” Draco whispered against my lips.
“I am looking at you,” I replied. “I want to look at you.”
He shifted his weight to the side and propped himself up on one elbow. He looked down at me with a gaze that held centuries of focus. His thumb brushed across my cheekbone and trailed down to trace the line of my jaw. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire room.
I reached up and traced the faint lines at the corners of his eyes. I felt the slight stubble on his chin. He leaned into my touch. He closed his eyes for a brief second and let out a quiet breath. The sound was small, but it felt like a massive surrender.
He bent down and pressed his lips to the hollow of my throat. He did not bite. He just kissed the skin where my pulse beat strong and steady. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine. His mouth trailed up my neck and along my jawline until he found my lips again.
This kiss was deeper. It held a quiet desperation. We were both tired and battered and entirely overwhelmed by the events of the past few days. But right here, in this bed, none of that mattered. We only had each other.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him flush against me. Our chests pressed together. I could feel the steady, slow rhythm of his heart against my own frantic pulse. Our legs tangled in the damp sheets.
His hands moved lower. He stroked my thighs and the sensitive skin behind my knees. Every touch sent a wave of heat through my body. I arched my back and pressed myself closer to him. I wanted to erase the space between us.
He kissed my collarbone and the soft skin of my shoulder. He took his time. He savored every inch of me. I let my hands wander over his chest and his abdomen. I felt the hard planes of his muscles and the smooth texture of his skin.
Draco kept his movements slow and measured. His hands smoothed over my ribs with a caution that bordered on reverence. He treated my body like fragile glass. I hated it. I understood his fear, but the slow, careful strokes were driving me insane.
I shifted my hips upward and rubbed my hardening cock against his thigh. Draco groaned. The sound vibrated deep in his chest. He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching my face.
“You need to rest,” he murmured.
“I just slept for three days,” I told him. “I do not want to rest. I want you.”
He hesitated. The control he wore like armor was firmly in place.
I decided to break it. I reached up and grabbed the lapels of his ruined, wet shirt.
I pulled the fabric down his arms and tossed it onto the floor.
He let me do it. He sat up slightly to give me better access.
I reached for the buckle of his trousers.
My fingers fumbled with the wet leather, but I managed to undo it.
I dragged the heavy wool down his hips and kicked the garments off the end of the bed.
I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down.
He came willingly, but he still held back his full weight.
He pressed his mouth to my collarbone and dragged his tongue across my skin.
The wet heat of his mouth sent a jolt straight to my groin.
He moved lower. He licked the center of my chest. He circled my nipples with his tongue, teasing the sensitive peaks until they formed tight, aching buds.
I tangled my hands in his dark hair and let out a broken sigh.
He did not stop. He kissed his way down my stomach.
He paid special attention to the soft skin just above my hip bones.
He licked the inside of my thighs. He pressed his face into my groin and inhaled deeply.
The scent of my arousal seemed to act like a drug on him.
He opened his mouth and took me in. The sudden heat and the slick friction of his tongue made my hips jerk off the mattress. He swallowed my length completely. His lips popped wetly against my base. He sucked hard. He used the flat of his tongue to stroke the sensitive underside of my shaft.
He kept up the relentless, sloppy rhythm until my vision blurred. I pulled his head up before I could finish. I wanted to taste him too.
I pushed him onto his back. He went easily, letting me take the dominant position.
I straddled his hips. The dark hair on his chest was soft under my palms. I leaned down and pressed my mouth to his pectoral muscle.
I licked a path across his chest, savoring the salty taste of his skin.
I nipped at his collarbone. I sucked a dark bruise into the pale flesh of his neck.
I moved lower. I dragged my tongue down the center of his stomach, following the trail of dark hair. He tasted like cold power and raw desire. I reached his groin and took his heavy cock in my hand. A drop of slick pre-come beaded at the blunt tip. I leaned in and licked it off.
Draco’s hands gripped my hips tight enough to leave bruises. I opened my mouth and slid my lips over his head. I took him deep into my throat.
His hips thrust upward to meet my mouth. The careful restraint was finally gone. He let out a low, feral growl that vibrated against my lips. I reached down and cupped his heavy balls, massaging them gently while I worked his shaft.
Draco tolerated my gentle pace for exactly one minute. I felt the exact second his control shattered. His hands moved from my hips and tangled violently in my hair. His fingers gripped my scalp with a bruising force. He did not ask for permission. He simply took over.
He pulled my head up slightly and then slammed his hips upward.
His thick cock drove past my tongue and hit the very back of my throat.
I gagged, but the sound was swallowed by his flesh.
He pulled my head up again and thrust deep a second time.
The rhythm established itself immediately.
He was fucking my face with a brutal, desperate need.
I opened my throat and let him take what he wanted.
His thumbs pressed into my jaw to keep my mouth wide open.
Every upward thrust of his hips sent a shockwave through my body.
The wet slapping sounds of his groin hitting my chin echoed in the quiet room.
He was relentless. He used my mouth like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes from the sheer depth of his invasion.
It was rough and filthy, but it was exactly what I needed. I wanted his control completely broken.
He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop.
A thick string of saliva connected his heavy head to my swollen lips.
He was breathing hard. His dark eyes were completely black and wild.
He looked down at my flushed body. Then he leaned over and gathered a mouthful of saliva.
He spit directly onto my chest. The cool wetness hit my skin.
He spit again, this time aiming lower. The thick saliva landed right on the head of my own aching cock.
“You are so beautiful like this,” Draco murmured. His voice was a dark scrape in the quiet room.
He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back.
He did not use his gentle, careful touch anymore.
He manhandled me completely. He grabbed my waist and dragged my body up the mattress.
The sheets tangled around my legs. He did not stop pulling until my shoulders cleared the top edge of the bed.
My head fell backward. My neck arched over the side of the mattress, and I stared upside down at the wall behind the bed. The blood rushed to my head instantly.
Draco moved off the bed and stood directly over me. The angle left me completely exposed and vulnerable. I looked up at him from my inverted position. He looked like a dark god standing there. His chest heaved with his ragged breaths.
He grabbed his thick cock in one hand. He brought his other hand to his mouth and spit a heavy glob of saliva onto his palm. He slapped the wetness onto his own shaft and stroked it down to the base. Then he leaned over me. He spit directly into my open mouth. I swallowed his taste greedily.
He grabbed my jaw with his large hand. He guided the blunt head of his cock past my lips. Because my head was hanging off the bed, my throat was stretched perfectly straight. He pushed forward and slid his entire length down my throat in one smooth motion.
The depth was staggering. I felt the thick ridge of his cock slide past my gag reflex and press deep into my esophagus. He held me there for a second. He let me feel the absolute fullness of him inside my neck. Then he started to move.