The Price of Love

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[Lucius P.O.V]


She sits before me, her heavenly body tormenting me to the point of no return.

How I love her delicious lips, watching her pout arouses me more than she will ever know.

I smell something enticing in the air, the smell of her body calling to mine.

The body that I could worship until the day I die.

I see her gaze fixed intently on mine and she flips her legs seductively giving me a flash of her black silk underwear, I assure myself she won’t be in them for much longer.

I inhale the aroma of my drink, the smell filling my senses mingling with her scent.

More delectable than she will ever know.

She continues to gaze at me, the look of lust fixed in her chocolate pools, her complicated mass of curls that I so love to hold on to when I lost in the moments I share with her.

She sometimes reminds me of Narcissa, she too was passionate about her work, although her job seemed to only be bleeding me dry, something she could never accomplish. Her sparkling personality makes me want her more than she will ever know.

I have never been one for closeness or love, but when I hold her in my arms and watch her as she sleeps, I bask in the warm sensation she creates within me.

These glorious times we spend together make my entire week, the constant battles I face dishearten me more than I care to divulge but it's the thought of her that can bring me out of my catatonic states.

The truth?

I love nothing more than to be buried in her tight sheath, making love to her is what I feel I was made to do, her body fits mine light a glove.

I cannot begin to describe how she has changed me, how she has altered my entire perspective with her outlandish schemes and thoughts.

But I wouldn’t want her to ever be something she is not.

She is superb lover, she is everything I could ever want, she satisfies me more than anyone who I have ever been with, no pureblood wench could ever compare to her, and I have known a fair few.

A plague of emotions fill me when I am with her, I do not know how to shake this feeling off.

I wonder has she bewitched me, made me her love slave, but I scoff at that thought, I am Lucius Malfoy I am no one’s thrall.

Does she know that I hang off her every word?

How I regret past indiscretions, I fear I have scarred her more than she will ever know, but I see the light in her eyes when she writhing underneath me, her burning heat responding to mine.

I cling to her after we make love and she lays her soft small hand upon my furiously beating heart.

But she rises, never casting a single look back, I call out to her, confusion fills me.

Why has she left?

What have I done?

It is a question that will haunt me through the next coming months.

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