Save Your Tears- Draco Malfoy Fanfic (18+)

24: Moonlight

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-Sedona's POV-

We walked outside and stood near a tree. I put my stick in between my lips as Draco pulled out his wand and lit both of ours.

"Why did you follow me," I asked as I took a puff. I instantly felt lightheaded and lost my balance.

"Woah," Draco said as he tried to stabilize me.

"Get your filthy hands off me," I shooed him away.

"You love these filthy hands," he chuckles.

It's true, I do.

"Not anymore," I take another puff. This time, I don't feel as lightheaded.

"When are you going to forgive me," He turns around to face me.

I wanted to forgive him, tell him that everything will be okay, but my pride won't let me. I can't be that girl.

"I need time, Draco," I pause, "I don't want to jump into this blind; I want things to be different."

I begin to feel dizzy from the sticks and lose my balance again. Draco catches me and takes the stick from me, instantly throwing both of ours to the ground.

"Stop smoking those things, or you're going to vomit," he whispers in my ear while his hands are wrapped around me.

His cool breathe in my ear creates a tingling sensation in my pussy.

I am wet.

"You drive me insane, Draco Malfoy," I whisper as I inch my face closer to his.

I want nothing more but to feel his lips right now.

He begins to slowly kiss my neck as his hands slide up my thigh.

"These drive me insane, you know that?" he pulls on my stockings.

"I'm not wearing any underwear," I confessed as I bit my lip.

He bites his bottom lip and smiles as he rolls his head back.

He then slams me against the tree, his fingers wrapped around my next. He presses his lips against mine; our tounges interlock, fighting for dominance.

"You're such a fucking slut" he says in between kisses.

I feel a sense of arousal takes over my body. Fantasies of him fucking me running wild through my head. I want to be filled by him so badly it hurts.

I crave him.

I desire him.

He lifts my skirt, revealing my sex. I feel shivers run up my spine. He then takes his finger, slowly running up my pussy slit. There's a tingling sensation as well as a lot of warmth.

I moan in pleasure. I crave for him to touch me more.

"You're so wet," he takes his fingers and sucks on them, "And you taste so good."

I launch my lips at him once again kissing; his lips are warm but rough. I felt myself melting for him. I wanted him to do nasty things to me.

Nasty.