So Sinful

"It is not a sin to have latent desire or to be tempted immorally. The sin is when you yield to the temptation."

Once one have a taste of perfection, there is no going back. For who can take but one bite or sip of Ambrosia and walk away without a single thought of returning for seconds?

~O~

Pale skilful fingers are travelling down a well-known path. A moan for response comes from somewhere above. From me? I suppose it is. A knowing smirk appears on his face. He always did know how to make me tremble with desire and forget my surroundings. The smug bastard.

I know it is wrong, but somehow, as his fingers wrap themselves around me, I simply stop caring.

When they start moving, rubbing sensuously over me, I decide that right and wrong are two things better left outside the bedroom. For a sin is but a sin, if someone decides it is. And thus far, no one has stopped me. For no one knows but us.

We are at opposite sides. But it is a war we have not chosen to fight, nor be a part of. No, the choice was taken out of our hands long before we were even born.

His other hand is spreading my legs wider, his fingers starts on a quest. They linger on the inside of my thighs; a featherlike touch upwards, until they nestle themselves into my cleft, spreading my cheeks wider.

A whispered spell and two wet fingers find their way into me. I moan wantonly. He knows I like it rough. In and out, out and in. It does not take long for me to scream for him to get inside of me. I love the feeling of his large erection pressing into me and want to feel it right now.

It takes an even shorter time for him to remove his fingers and lifting my legs up onto his shoulders and lining himself up. Patience is not a virtue either of us possesses. The head breaches me and I know I am screaming for more, even though I am too far gone to hear myself. Luckily for me, he can hear me at least. Or he is as impatient as I am, as he pushes forward and buries himself with just one push.

All I know is that when his cock nudges my prostate insistently, I am screaming things; harder, faster, oh yes, more.

When his fingers once again wrap themselves around me, as he continuously moves inside, I can only scream as my release leaves my body. My muscles cramping down on him is enough for him to howl out his as well, and he collapses bonelessly onto me.

~O~

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes again, is his ever so present smirk. It is as if though it is a part of him. Maybe it is.

"Enjoyed yourself, Potter?" He asks innocently, though his smirk shows that he already knows my answer.

"Just as obviously as you did, Malfoy." I smirk back. He is not the only one able to do so. Though the raised eyebrow I receive indicates that he thought it to be so.

"Well anyway. Whoever had the brilliant idea of role-playing in the bedroom, well they got my humble respect." He says as he rolls over to lie next to me.

"Since when are you humble, Draco?" I smile mischievously at him, curling myself around him, letting my head come to rest at his chest.

"Hey! I resent that. I am always humble and caring and… Stop laughing, you imbecile!" He says indignantly, though he has an equally mischievous look in his eyes. I soon find out what that look means, as he starts to tickle me.

After a few moments of wrestling myself away from that, a move that sadly failed, as he lands on top of me. Or maybe not so sadly. I spread my legs and let him fall between them, moaning as our newly awakened erections rubs against each other.

"So, ready for another round, Mr Potter-Malfoy?" He rubs against me, receiving the moan he was hoping for. I am soon beyond comprehension again.

Though, for once I agree with my husband. Whoever thought of role-playing in the bedroom, he has my humble respect. And gratitude. Draco makes Death Eaters sexy. Which is, oh, so wrong. Yet sometimes wrong is just right. So right.

Maybe next time we can play evil Potion Master and innocent student? We so need a dungeon for that. Somehow, I don't think Draco would mind building one for that purpose though. Oh the possibilities…

Gosh, I love my husband.

~O~

For love is but the sweetest of all sins.



A/N: Happy birthday, hun!

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