Page 64 of Penance

I shouldn’t like this.

This is wrong.

Then why does it feel right?The voice in my head asks.

I don’t know the answer to that.

My lips fall open, parting for him, and his tongue presses inside, dipping into my mouth and swiping across my own.

It ignites a fire within me, a white-hot burning that spreads from my chest, down to the pit of my stomach, and lower. His hand slides down my side, tracing my hip, sliding over the curve of my backside before gripping my thigh, pulling it over his lap. He pulls me up until I’m straddling him.

Oh, Lord in Heaven, hollowed be thy name…

Before I can even finish the thought, he rolls me, and with a soft moan I end up on my back, and he’s above me. His kiss deepens, his hand moving from my thigh to my stomach. He pauses there, his hand spreading across the bottom, right above my pelvic bone.

Should I be scared?

I don’t know.

I don’t even know what I’m feeling, but there’s one thing I know for certain.

Draco would never hurt me.

Then, his hand moves up, cupping my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple through the thin fabric of the black cotton t-shit he gave me. I’m not wearing a bra underneath, and I can feel every single brush of his fingertips. I arch into his touch, groaning into his mouth as he continues to feed at me. Without warning, he pulls away, breaking our kiss, and I whine in protest. His mouth trails down the side of my jaw instead, and then lower, leaving a trail of fire down my throat, across my collarbones, and lower still. I can feel his stubble, rough and tearing at my skin, but for some reason, I love it. His fingers slip beneath my shirt and rip it up, and before I know it, he’s caught my nipple in his mouth, and his tongue swirls around it, and then something in my heart explodes.

A gasping moan slips from me and echoes around the dark room, and my legs tighten around him, pulling him down to me.

This is bad.

It’s so bad, but it feels so good.

I will do anything to make sure he doesn’t stop.

I’ll beg for forgiveness tomorrow, whatever I have to do, but I need him now. I need to be touched, and I need it to be my choice.

When I feel the pads of his fingers tease the edge of my panties, my brain short circuits, and all thoughts stop.

He looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine, and they’re enough to make me twitch right then and there. Then his teeth graze my nipple, one sharp jerk that crash lands me smack dab right back in the center of reality.

“Touch me,” I whisper, every muscle in my body shaking. “Please, Draco.”

He slips his hand inside, and it only takes him a second before he finds what he’s looking for, and his fingers plunge inside of me.

I gasp, and my back arches, as if he’s somehow connected to a current and I’m being electrified from the inside out.

Just as quickly, his fingers, wet with my need, pull back out and then up, finding the most sensitive spot. His fingers circle, spinning in tight, fast circles.

It feels so good.

I feel like every nerve ending is on fire.

I feel his free hand slide up and into the nape of my neck, into my hair where he grabs a handful and pulls, and something in my body pulses, hard.

A whimper escapes me, a sound of pure, desperate need.

What am I doing?

Why am I letting him do this?

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