♕ ODESSA ♕
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[ sex stuff ]
IN THIS ROOM THAT WAS SHADOW twilight and joyous teenagers, I felt him ever so close. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter against his broad chest.
His height alone could bring me down to my knees.
With his other hand, his thumb brushed against my jaw and his lips lowered near my ear. "Do I get to know your name?"
The flow of his whisper left me momentarily stunned, basking in the feeling of his touch spreading sporadic fires of anticipation. My eyes involuntarily shut and my head rolled back into his chest with my hands tightening around his forearm.
He's a Muggle. Lie. That persistent voice in my head nudged but there was something different about him. I wanted to tell him my name weirdly enough. But in that moment, I was just a simple Italian dancing with a Muggle tourist.
"No." I struggled to say, fighting against all the urges telling me to let him take complete control of me.
He chuckled. His cold breathe tickled my skin and lips plunged down to fan against my collarbone. I felt him shift his body and bring his arm to my hair, twirling the thick strands around his rather larger than average fingers.
"What can I do to convince you?" He mumbled and the sharp hum of his lips vibrated against my burning hot skin.
I sucked in a hard breath as his hands wandered, resting on my hips and pulling me closer into his chest, as if our proximity wasn't enough. My head lay dull on his shoulder with his lips by my jaw and my heart racing faster than I could even fathom.
"Just shut up." I grumbled and he abided with the action of his lips moving against my skin.
Oh mio Merlino. [Oh my Merlin]
In that split moment, that second before his touch melted ever nerve in my body, the anticipation of feeling him, in a way that was so tangible, made me almost burst with laughter.
His scent sent me into a heady trance with the tangles of our skin caressing like the kisses of a butterfly as if anything heavier would tear it apart.
"Shit!" A baritone squeal shrieked from across of us. Following shortly after, an uncomfortable and wet sensation splurged across the front of my shirt. Alarmed, I pulled away from the boy in front of me and looked down to see a blotch of dark red wine dripping down the front of my very white shirt.
You have got to be fucking with me.
I felt like a fish caught in a net with unwanted eyes trailing down my collarbone and down to my chest that was eerily exposed, along with my English companion.
A few silent and uncomfortable moments later, the blond boy almost immediately started to take off his shirt.
My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at his growingly exposed torso and it took nearly everything I had to contain my urge to be used like a toy by a guy like him. His body looked as if it was molded by a perfectionist, with muscular but lean outlines and a broad frame. His muscles strained against the fabric of his shirt as he let the cool air kiss his toned body.
He started to hand me his shirt but I frowned, my lips sealing together. "No." I shoved past him, a small part of me hoping that he wouldn't follow but a larger part begging that he would.
Hearing him sigh dramatically and with his long strides, he caught up to me as we pushed through the crowd. My eyes scanned the hallways, attempting to remember where the washrooms were as if that would help the darkening stain.
"Take the shirt." He mumbled and I spared him a glance, expecting to see him insecure and shying away at the feeling of his skin exposed to the room but his posture was relaxed and a cocky smirk lay on his lips.
"No." I scoffed and began to walk faster until we were nearly fully distanced from the crowd.
"Stop being so stubborn." He snapped and his nose scrunched as I rolled my eyes.
"Stop being so insistent!" I crossed my arms and his eyes snapped to my breasts. I almost wanted to laugh at how easy it was.
Groaning and angrily shoving his hands in his pocket, he rocked on his toes before tilting his head and nodding towards the elevator. "My suite. I have unused ones."
It wasn't that I didn't want to accept his shirt. It was that he was a Muggle, and a tourist at that. If I kept looking at him, shirtless even, I knew that it would be nearly impossible to get him out of my mind. But maybe borrowing a shirt wouldn't get me too attached.
"Fine." I muttered and we walked into the elevator with awkward music filling the silence. It was silent as the lift began to move up to the suite level.
I was then very aware of his naked torso brushing against my body ever so often and each time, my breath got caught in my throat and his scent intoxicated the air.
"Put your shirt on." I mumbled, clenching my fist as he raised and eyebrow to look down at me. I tilted my head up to meet his gaze and his grey eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Tell me your name." He grinned and began to pull on his shirt. He buttoned the bottom few, not moving his gaze from me but left the top few loose with his sleeves pushed upwards, showcasing his sinful veins.
"No."
"You say 'No' a lot." He cocked his head, leaning down a bit down and I tensed.
"You say the stupidest things." I pulled my head down, burning at the feeling of his gaze still on me.
Looking over at the mirror across from us, my breathing felt shallow as his hand rose and his finger trailed against my collarbone leaving chills of goosebumps behind the path of his touch.
Tilting my head over my shoulder, I met his gaze. His eyebrow perched and the grey of his eyes gleamed in waves of anticipation while my heart beat in lustful throbs.
"Oh fuck you." I muttered and rushed to bring my hand to his collar and pull his head down to meet mine.
Our lips met in a rushed frenzy, with his arm circling around my back and tightening agains the curves of my hips. His rough fingers moved up to my chin, gripping tightly and forcing my mouth open. His tongue thrust into my mouth, circling skillfully and my heart beat erratically at the thought of his soft lips romancing between my thighs.
I couldn't help but moan at the contact and chills spreading all over as his grip tightened and the taste of him flourished. I was dazed, all thoughts of the fear of getting attached thrown out the window and stomped on. He was taking full control and I couldn't help but respond.
Rising on the tips of my toes to aggressively tug his head closer to mine and entangle my hands in his hair, the sound of his groans almost brought me to my knees.
His hand moved down to the backs of my thighs and roamed to cup my ass through the fabric of my skirt. His fingers bunched in the folds of my skirt and roughly began to draw the material up as his tongue continued to conquer my mouth.
Wanting him to move faster and expose myself completely to his touch, I snaked my arm behind me to lead his hand between my thighs. His lips parted in surprise and I took that opportunity push his chest against the wall.
Using my other hand to bend his head downwards, I pulled my lips away from his and let my eyes flutter open. I panted heavily with my mouth parted and swollen but I couldn't tear my gaze away from him.
His hair ran wild and his lips were bright with a passionate frenzy. I bit the inside of my cheek as his fingers started to rub my inner thigh in sensual rotations. I couldn't tell if I wanted to ravage him or let him take full control of me.
"I won't tell anyone." He muttered and I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers neared the centre of my thighs.
"What?" I tilted my head and he laughed softly before nudging his elbow and hitting the red button the elevator. The lift froze in spot and I felt my blood run cold when he met my eyes.
"I wouldn't say a word if you. . ." He paused, moving his head down to my neck and placing a rough kiss against my heating skin. He continued with his voice laced heavily with amusement, "Let someone else take the lead for once."
I wanted to ask him how he knew but at that second, he bit down on my skin and his fingers brushed against my swollen and dripping slit. His fingers rolled and rubbed, while my head rolled back at the sensation. His lips molded against my neck and his soft groans brought a whole new wave of pleasure.
"Oh. . . Oh baby. Keep doing that." I was breathless, soft moans of crazy pleasure leaving my lips. He had me panting as his tongue moved and sucked.
The fabric of my underwear moved heavily as his fingers rapidly rubbed. Pushing the material aside, he dipped his cold finger into my throbbing slit and let his flesh be coated in my sinful proof of pleasure.
And in those moments of shared passion between us strangers, the undoing of the building of pleasure that came in erupting waves, I felt the instant shame as I did with all my conquests. But this one felt different, as though I was still under his control. But he simply cleared his throat and hit the red button and the elevator continued to move with that same mischievous look in his eyes as if he could do so much worse in such little time.
Slipping his fingers between his lips, he swirled his tongue around and I felt my arousal build up once again. My thighs clenched involuntarily and I felt disgusted at myself for being so entranced but I wanted so much more.
As the elevator doors dinged open, I adjusted my skirt and felt his hand lightly pressing against my back, not pushing but rather leading as we walked down the silent halls. There were less doors in this hallway, with bright lights humming with electricity on the walls. Our footsteps were followed with soft crunches of the carpet as we walked through the quiet building.
"Muggles." I muttered under my breath as he unlocked the door that had a bright golden handle twirled and entwined with decorative engravings. The room number 420 was plastered tightly against the bright white wood and he spared me a curious glance as he pushed open the door.
"You can take your wand out now." He said while shutting the door behind us and entering the room.
My head snapped to him in alarm, my eyes wide but he nonchalantly moved around to ruffle around in his wardrobe.
"What?" I rushed out and he cocked a brow, leaning against a wall and drawing his eyes downwards to where my wand was tucked safely into my bra.
"You're not a Muggle?" I felt my heart drop but also splurge in relief. He was silent for a second before his face morphed into a look of utter disgust.
"You would have slept with me if I was a Muggle?" He sneered and leaned off the wall before scoffing and moving away from me as if I was a live virus.
"Well. . ." I started but my eyes flickered to a bright pink note on a table near me that was shaped in the heart. In bolded letters, my eyes glazed over the words and my heart dropped once again. My mouth ran dry and my tongue felt like sandpaper as I read over the words, repeatedly.
My Dearest Boyfriend Draco. . .
I looked up at him but he still looked unbothered that my eyes were stuck on the paper but more upset at the fact that I mistook him for a Muggle. "You. . . You're not single? Mi sento sporco!" [I feel dirty!]
He scoffed and walked closer, his sneer unfaltering. "A girl like you would be used to it."
My posture stiffened and jaw clenched at his insinuation. I watch the swirling storm of utter anger in his eyes as if it can burn up my inner rage with his own but I feel a drying heat make my mouth run empty. But as I try to calm myself and walk away, I realize that there is no need for a mask of docility.
"A girl like me?" I repeated, an unbelievable scoff lacing my tone.
"You obviously get around." He snapped, stepping closer once again as if his height would intimidate me but my anger was unmatched. Not thinking and full of impulse, my hand raised and I slapped him with all my burning rage directed into the action.
"Vai a farti fottere, maiale." [Go fuck yourself, pig.] I seethed and spun around to open the door and slamming it behind me with a force that I could hear the picture frames rattling on the walls as I walked away.
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[A/N] What an ass. I hope we never see him again pssht. Sorry for the late updates sluts. It'll never happen again. (It probably will)
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