#conil

Excerpt:

You were down to the last few slices of fruit when his hand came up to brush against your breast. The fork you held slipped out of your grasp. You sat in attention, breathing becoming shallow as he fondled you and you felt him drop a kiss against your shoulder.

“Why’d you stop?”

“What are you doing—” You moved to turn to him but his hands came to your waist to keep you facing forward.

“Eat.” How very rude of him to demand so as his fingers rubbed against your nipple.

A frustrated sound came out of you as you felt heat travel from your feet up to the crown of your head. “I can’t,” you complained. Not when he was touching you like that. Not when you needed something more important than food. A shiver ran down your spine as the fire flared again and you spread your thighs to push your hips down against his. You heard him growl against your neck, fingers digging into your hips as you humped his thigh like a bitch out of control. “Alpha—Alpha, please.”

The heat shouldn’t have come back so soon but the thought was soon wiped out of your mind when he pushed you up to stand and the high pitched screeching of the chair against tiles filled the room. Before you could even work your brain, he was dragging you back into the bedroom, pulling you down on the bed and yanking your knickers off. Never mind the dress you were wearing. He kicked off his pants and joined you in the bed, effectively shutting down your mind as he sealed your lips with a demanding kiss.

He wasn’t patient this time. He bunched up your dress and pulled you closer, inserting two fingers to make sure you were wet and ready for him before aligning himself with you. He immediately bottomed out, not waiting before moving his hips in rapid thrusts. You grabbed onto a pillow and pulled it over your face, biting down to muffle your screams as he took you at an unrelenting pace.

He took the pillow away and tossed it aside, “Don’t hide your face. I want to see you moan for me.”

You wanted to cry. It felt like you were floating. Like you were disconnected from your body. You couldn’t feel the fabric of your dress nor the mattress beneath you. Only him. Only pleasure. Only the slide of his cock against your walls. He stretched you so well. You wanted more—you needed his knot. Your entire world shook as he moved against you. You felt hot all over and the only thing you could focus on was the silver of his eyes waning as his pupil dilated. They were bright with something you couldn’t name. And you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you drowned in pleasure.

You were deaf to the world as the sheets got torn. You didn’t even realize you were grabbing onto the mattress directly and you made even less sense of the world when Draco’s lips twitched upwards, zeroing in on his mouth as he lowered himself to kiss you again. You shamelessly moaned against his mouth, feeling his knot swell once more. You knew you were near. You couldn’t hold on for longer. Not when his knot filled you like that.