Page 22 of Draco's Defiance

“Oh, you like that?” He sounded pleased as he came up for air, planting kisses on the same cheek he’d struck.

“Yes, sir.” Like? Was he insane? Moira reckoned she could probably die quite happily while he helped himself to what she had to offer. Could there be any better sensation? “It’s amazing.”

“Excellent.” His hot breath tickled her sensitive skin, and just before his mouth moved back into position, his dark vow echoed in her ears. “Because neither of us are moving until I taste you come apart.”

HEDONISM. IT WASN’T an ally Moira had known well, but as Draco’s tongue lapped at her desperate clit and his fingers pumped in and out of her soaking pussy, it seemed like an old friend.

He’d yanked her right to the brink of the sofa in pursuit of her pleasure, her back arched and her legs wide as, face buried in its cushions, she clung onto the sofa for dear life.

No words were exchanged as he slowly took her to the clouds. His mouth was, after all, too busy to speak while hers seemed to be permanently either stretched wide in rapture or biting down on the pillow.

Moira had never envisioned this; this wet clamor for ecstasy, the fervor for more, while simultaneously resisting the moments the pleasure became too much and she tried to jerk away from his hungry lips. Naturally, Draco was having none of that. His response was to only grip her harder and drag her even further along the end of the couch. There was no getting away. He’d made that obvious. Not until she’d been a good girl and done what he demanded by coming apart.

Fuck. Pressing her forehead into the leather, she was lost to the frenzy of his attention. It surely wouldn’t take much longer to reach the precipice. Her clit was pulsing with the kind of need that only her vibrator had accomplished in the past. Just when she was certain she was close—right on the edge of insanity—his mouth clamped down over the sensitive bud, shoving her head-first into the euphoria.

“Fuck!” She couldn’t help but call out, her face screwed up with elation as she rode the wave of carnality.

“I know,” he enthused from behind her, his kisses rising along her seam to her ass cheek before he rose, his legs pinioning hers to the side of the couch. “That’s what’s coming next.”

“Sir.” She panted, considering glancing over her shoulder, but too overawed to achieve the aim. “We need a condom.”

“Don’t worry.” Reaching under her hips, he lifted her weary body and repositioned her so her ass was in the air. “I’m way ahead of you.”

“What?” She made herself look around that time, ignoring the complaints of her back and shoulders as she watched him reach into his pocket and produce a foil package.

“I came prepared, little girl.” He was the very picture of sin as he ripped the package and slid the sheath over his engorged cock. His body was all strapping shoulders and washboard abs—even more magnificent than she remembered—while his face was shiny with moisture.

Brow furrowing, she tried to fathom what she was seeing, glancing back as eventually, a wave of embarrassment threatened to drown her. That moisture around his lips was her—her arousal.

Oh. My. God.

Burying her face into the leather, she couldn’t decide if she was ecstatic that a man like Draco would take her to heaven that way, or absolutely mortified. One thing was for sure, she wouldn’t ever forget it.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Grabbing her hips, his breaths sped up as his cock pushed at her drenched entrance.

“Yes.” Biting back on her smile, she decided there and then which way her emotions had elected to tumble and it was definitely desire. There was no shame in her heart for anything they were doing, only the swelling sense of gratitude for Draco.

If he hadn’t been in Berrunti’s, who knew what would have happened to her, but she surely wouldn’t have been on the receiving end of this outstanding gratification.

“Yes, what?” The warning came only seconds before the first strikes landed, her cries muffled by the noise of the impacts.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She winced, losing count in her mind as she waited for the onslaught to finish. She knew her error instantly, but realized it was too late. Not addressing him the right way had earned her ten swats, each, she suspected, would be branded into her soul, as well as her backside.

“Yes, sir.”

Oddly, she was laughing as she answered him. The spanks had hurt, but the pain had unleashed something wilder inside her, as if there had been a beast chained up inside her body, just waiting for this moment to unfurl and roar for attention.

“So, you do remember?” His question reverberated in the air just as he slammed inside her, the act taking her breath away.

“Yes, sir,” she panted as he withdrew and dove inside again. Reaching for her hair, he tugged back her head, forcing her body into a more extreme arch. She capitulated without a fight, reveling in his sensual dominance.

Hell, had she ever been so wet and turned on before? The answer was irrefutably no. She’d never even been close, but when Draco fucked her, it was as though he owned her. As if, he too, recognized the call of her beast and met her incessant cries with an animal of his own.

Gasping against the leather, she surrendered to his relentless rhythm, scarcely believing how good it felt to be used so roughly by a man she didn’t even know.

It should have been absurd, or at the very least, left her feeling vulnerable and exploited. Biting down on her lip, she realized that maybe she was, but the new problem was that her vulnerability only seemed to turn her on more. Everything she’d once considered debauched and perverse now seemed wild and wanton.