Draco nodded before plummeting his hungry lips back onto her neck, sucking on it aggressively while he quickly began thrusting in and out of her. There would be no going slow tonight. There was too much buildup. Too much anticipation. Too much fucking time wasted with Bronson. And Draco needed to prove something. He needed to prove that this was just fucking. A matter of convenience with someone he just happened to desire. Someone he happened to care for. Nothing more. You could care for someone without liking them, you could f.u.c.k them every night and every morning and fall asleep with them in your arms but still keep those feelings separate. It was not impossible.
Hermione’s nails began to dig into his back as his thrusting became more vigorous. He moved his hand back into her hair and pulled her head back, staring into her amber eyes for a moment before heading back in for those lips. Those divinely delicious lips he simply could not get enough of. As they both slowly began to drift off to slip, Draco started to wonder if perhaps Bronson was right. Maybe he did like Hermione. He definitely enjoyed her company more than any other girl’s, but he had always just assumed that this was because she was always there. Not to mention his current desire for her. But Draco had had her now, many times, and it still was not enough. He found himself constantly craving more of her, and this need was not just fueled by sex.
Because he did not just want her physically. He wanted all of her. Body and soul. Was that what liking someone felt like? Or … or was it something else? Entirely.
Cruel And Beautiful World - Lena Phoria
