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His teeth dragged across the expansion of her neck, blood filling his mouth so plentiful that it ran down to her breasts. The iron tang of the heart’s wine tasted so sweet, his favourite flavour. This is what lust tasted like to Draco Malfoy. He yearned for it every second of every day of his newly immortal lifetime.
He wanted to suck her veins to the point they cracked and turned to dust, and his deadly grip on the other side of her neck was proof of it. His lips were growing sore–for a vampire–and he didn’t care in the slightest; which didn’t stop him from moaning into her bleeding neck. Basking in the euphoria that buzzed in his skin and mind.
He loved this. This was his Mecca.
“ Draco ,” the girl moaned and it sounded almost as delicious as the blood on his lips.
He groaned into her torn flesh, knowing that this was only pleasurable to her because he told her it was. Mind control was one of Draco’s favourite parts of being a vampire. His morals may have been grey, but he was well aware of where the line of morality was drawn. He knew his ability to control minds was not to be used as a date-rape drug; his only desire was for the other party to feel as pleasured as he was.
And he couldn’t get past how much he loved this. This feeling. This life. This pleasure that felt like a hundred orgasms at once. It was an indefinite amount of time where he would get to experience this, and he was a few years in and already an addict. Not a rehabilitation centre with the highest-paid staff could chip away at this lustful desire.
The neck Draco fed on, twitched and he could taste her blood changing temperature. This was his sign to stop. His razor-sharp teeth released their grip on her flesh, and the urge to bite again grew painful. Draco knew better, and he had control. He liked blood-lust edging, it made each feed that much more enjoyable.
Blood was one of the most desirable things to him, the liquid is what brought him purpose. On the other hand, women were a very close second to him; by close, only the trained eye of a vampire could see the faint difference. He would almost call women the most desirable thing to him because their blood was stamped with a Michelin Star . From the time Draco woke each day, his need to satiate his taste for Michelin Stars never felt fulfilled until he was lost in his dreams.
He lifted his head from his favourite meal and met her seductive brown eyes. Brown eyes were his favourite, they were always pleasant to look at after the taste of blood. These eyes in particular appeared overflown with honey and arousal.
Draco was more than helpful in that department, and he began to think to himself about all the things he could do to her as the pads of his rough fingers dragged from her neck to the base of her scalp, tugging a tight grip of brown hair; which mixed with the wine seeping from her neck, appearing like a paintbrush.
Speed . That was another vampiristic quality Draco got giddy over. Speed made sex more exhilarating and ironically last longer. He used and abused his speed that made a rabid cheetah look like a snail.
There was a fraction of a second between tethering his fingers through the mahogany strands and dragging his tongue from the base of her neck to the lobe of her ear. Tasting every drop of wine on the path, and he mimicked a lightning strike. His ears rang with the sounds of pleasure, and his cock twitched at the sound and a grin yanked at his lips.
His other hand felt her ribs and all their grooves, the blood moving underneath the skin. He grew harder at the thought of it. Continuing on that path, his fingers moved past her ribs and further down her body. Inching closer and closer to the warmest part of her skin. It was also the wettest. Which was one of two of his favourite bodily fluids. While he teased the hem of her, thigh-lengthed, robe, her lips danced with his, practically a spot-on impersonation of the Joffrey Ballet . The hand gracefully placed at the most inner part of her thigh felt the radiating heat from her cunt. The heat held a magnetized quality to it, and Draco felt his hand being pulled closer. Warmer. Warmer. Warmer .
The heat felt like blood flowing down his throat.
His hand buzzed as it met her wet flesh and her clit hardened as his fingers grazed it. She moaned at the contact of his quick-moving fingers. Tracing patterns and shapes like sneaking a taste of frosting at midnight. Sweet and duplicitous.
She was so wet, and not only could Draco feel it, but he could smell it and his mouth watered. His jaw was still recovering from his work on her neck, but he didn’t care. He wanted her in his mouth and not even the slight sting of soreness in his joints could overpower his desires. As his hand snapped from under her robe to snake around her waist, he sunk to his knees on the floor beside the chaise. Then in another quick movement, he had her base pulled to the edge of the chaise and his tongue sweeping up her entire cunt, savouring every last taste and twitch from her.
Power . Another thing he practically got off on, from being a vampire. He possessed so much power that no wizard or witch could even contest.
He controlled her every movement without a word. She knew when he wanted her to moan and writhe and grind into his mouth. She was a smart girl and that caused the rhythm of his tongue to grow more rapidly.
Her moans bounced from wall to wall and filled Draco’s veins and pumped blood into his cock. He didn’t know when it occurred to him to unsheath his member from his trousers, but he did and stripped from all his clothing. Then began rubbing the tip at her entrance which forced her spine to arch under him.
Just as he slid into her, taking his time, he watched with dark eyes as she grew impatient. She wanted every square millimetre inside of her and Draco grinned at how good his cock made her feel.
This was her Mecca, and he wanted to fulfil that anticipation.
He filled her up and a groan escaped him as her fingers clawed down the expansion of his back, breaking the skin and the smell of blood drifting into his nostrils. This was the most aroused he’d ever been. Her cunt was almost unbearable, that is how good it felt wrapped around him.
A sound escaped her lips when his lips met hers, and Draco dug his arm around her waist and picked her up to straddle him. He needed her to take more control, or he’d lose his and leave her dry. They were both getting to feed tonight, and right now it was her turn.
She began grinding into his cock, causing the both of them to make sounds they’d never made before; which made his hand snap back to the base of her neck, filling his fingers with her hair, and pulling her lips to his. He savoured the taste of her. The thought of leaving any part of her untasted made him want to vomit till he was six feet under.
“I only want you to feed on me, Draco,” she said breathlessly, with moans sewn into the vowels.
He doesn’t know how, but he grew harder hearing her say that.
Monogamy was in its own category on his kink list and she struck a home run for him this evening.
“Only me,” she repeated as her rhythm grew more sporadic.
A whimper mixed with a moan escaped him and all he could see was her. Quickly, he pushed her backwards into the chaise and slammed his hips into her with all the speed his body allowed. All he could think about was claiming her and making her lose the memory of those that entered this cunt before him, because at this moment further, the only cock she would wrap around was his. He then hovered his mouth over her lips as their breaths filled each other’s lungs.
“If this is the only skin to touch yours,” he began to answer, “then your blood is it for me, Hermione.”
She bucked and shouted to the gods of the room as she became undone and he quickly followed her. Leaving them both a mess of blood mixed with sweat on the chaise, and he refused to pull from her.