Deception

The fucking bitch spat on him!

She was going to pay. 

She was going to beg. 

And somehow, in the midst of his blind rage, that idea made him really fucking hard.

Don’t hurt.

Kill her, kill you.

He  slapped his hands against his head, hating that inner voice, always telling him what he could and couldn’t do to her.

He was the one in control.

And Granger had finally burned her last bridge.  Most of his life he had been at odds with her.  She knew exactly what to say and how to say it to make him want to kill her.  He’d done it a thousand times in his head, he had hoped so badly to end this during the war.

Fuck everything, fuck the consequences, he was going to do what he wanted.

She was running, but he was able to see that she was weak.  Her body wobbled, zig-zagging towards the front door instead of going in a straight line. 

He did not have to run.

He merely stalked her, jerked her around so that she was facing him, and brought his face  so close that his forehead pressed against hers.

Her scent never went unnoticed, but when he was this close to her it was intoxicating.  Like a drug.  He felt as if he were moving through a drug-addicted haze, only alert at the same time.

Did it make sense?

Of course not.

Did he care?

Absolutely not.

His emotions were running so high that logic and caution were gone, replaced by physical need.  There was only action, no thought.

She opened her mouth to release a pathetic scream, but it did not register.

He slammed her body against the wall, her entire body jolting. She closed her eyes, grimacing in pain.

Malfoy had no words.  Even if he could think, he probably wouldn’t.

It was as if he had yielded complete control, abandoning any and all rationale, to this overwhelming thirst.  If he stopped, he would die.  This was pure instinct.

She struggled, wriggling really, and in doing so rubbed her body against his.

It made his dick very, very hungry for more.

Draco clawed at her, tearing at her clothes. 

He did not stop when her naked tits were revealed.

Someone screamed, ‘Malfoy, I’m sorry—‘

Fuck. Take.  Feel.  Taste. 

He gripped her hips and when she became combative, pounding her little fists against his chest he dropped to his knees and forcibly yanked her down.

Pushed her to the ground.

She was laying on her stomach, but she tried to crawl away.

Someone laughed.  Was that him?  It didn’t matter.

He needed to fuck her, feel her milking him his cock.

He grabbed her ankle and yanked her back, then lifted her hips.  He felt his claws dig into soft flesh, and savored the feeling.  This was how things were always meant to be.

He fisted his dick, once, twice, then aimed it at the tiny opening.

Her heat—and scent—already assaulted his senses.  But the actual feeling—it pushed him over the edge.

He pushed the head in, shuddering in pleasure as intense feelings zapped through him, like electricity.

Her body was unyielding, trying to push him out and he processed it as the ultimate act of impertinence.

Grinding his teeth, he watched her wildly flail, trying to escape, before he slammed his cock in.  Balls deep.

Heaven.

He distantly heard someone screaming. 

Fuck it.

Nothing mattered, because he was balls deep in...

He sped up, frantically pumping in and out, pleasure shooting through him like electric lightning bolts--so damn close...

Suddenly he spasmed, squeezing the softness of her body tighter while filling her womb with his seed.

Gasping frantically; breathing as if the next breath would be his last--

In Mine.

Always to stay. 

Forever.