5. Desire

Loriah’s PoV

After that day, we became inseparable. It was as if something snapped inside both of us the moment his lips touched mine for the first time. I never thought a kiss could hold so much power, so much hunger. Every stolen moment, every glance across a crowded hall, ended the same way—with Draco pulling me into some dark corner of campus, kissing me until I was dizzy, until my lungs burned for air.

And I let him.

I wanted him like I had never wanted anything before.

His mouth would devour mine, his hands restless and sure. Sometimes he would drag me into the back stairwell, sometimes between the stacks in the library, but his favorite was the storage room behind the theater. It gave us more privacy. The smell of dust and paint, the shadows and silence—it all became the backdrop to our stolen passion.

That afternoon, the air in the little room was thick, charged with something that made my skin prickle. His lips were on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks I would later cover with concealer. His teeth grazed the tender spot just below my ear, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my throat. They felt too sharp; sometimes, I was afraid they might draw blood. My fingers dug into his biceps, desperate anchors against the storm of sensation overwhelming me.

“Loriah, baby girl…” His voice was ragged, almost reverent, as if saying my name steadied him.

Before I knew it, his hands slid down, gripping beneath my thighs, and in one swift motion, he lifted me. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist. My dress bunched up, heat pooling between us. And then—I felt it. The hard, undeniable press of his arousal against the very place that throbbed and ached for him.

I moaned softly, unable to contain it, and that sound broke something inside him.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my skin. His breath came fast and harsh, like he was fighting himself, like a beast was clawing at his insides, desperate to escape. He pressed me harder against the wall, his hips grinding just enough to make me shiver with want.

“Draco…” I whispered, torn between desire and fear of just how far we were going.

He stilled, pressing his forehead against mine. His chest rose and fell in jagged movements, like every breath cost him.

“I want you, Loriah.” His voice was raw, desperate. “You have no fucking idea how bad. Every time I touch you, I lose another piece of control. I want to ruin your sweet, addicting innocence and claim you in every way a man can.”

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

“But baby girl…” His grip tightened on me, his words breaking, trembling with restraint. “There’s only so much I can hold back. I’m afraid one of these days, in one of these dark corners, I’ll snap—and I’ll end up taking your virginity here, against a wall, without the silk and roses you deserve. I don’t want your first time to be stolen in shadows. You deserve to be worshiped. You deserve… everything.”

His voice cracked at the end, and for the first time, I realized how much he was holding himself back. How much did it cost him not to take what we both wanted?

I lifted my hands, cupping his face. His skin was hot under my palms, and his jaw was tense, as though he were on the edge of breaking.

“Draco…” My voice shook. “I’m ready.”

His eyes widened, hunger flaring, warring with disbelief.

“I want you to be my first time,” I whispered, the confession trembling on my lips. My whole body burned with shame and desire, but the truth was stronger than fear. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

For a heartbeat, he didn’t move. Then, with a growl that vibrated against my chest, Draco sealed his mouth over mine in a bruising kiss. It wasn’t gentle—it was possession, hunger, fire. My lips tingled, swollen, and my whole body trembled under the force of it.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was hoarse, broken. “I want to be your first… and your only one. Mine. No one else will ever touch you the way I will.” His words were raw, almost a vow, and their weight made me shiver.

He kissed me again, slower, savoring. Then he pulled back just enough to search my face. His eyes burned, dark with a hunger that sent heat shooting through me.

“When?” he asked, his voice rough. “Tell me when, baby girl, because I can’t… I can’t hold back much longer.”

I swallowed hard, my lips parting. “Whenever you want.” My voice came out timid, but sure.

“Tonight.” The word left him like a growl, final and absolute. His hand brushed down my cheek, gentle where everything else about him was wild. “Tonight, at my place. I’ll make it beautiful for you. I swear.”

I nodded, my breath coming fast. His lips found mine again, softer this time, lingering as though he couldn’t let go. We kissed until my lips throbbed, until I felt dizzy with anticipation.

As we left the storage room, my body still trembling, I stopped him at the door. My hand clutched his wrist, anchoring myself.

“Draco,” I whispered, my voice breaking with the weight of my heart. “Please… don’t make me regret this.”

His gaze softened, though the fire never left his eyes. He bent his head, brushing his lips against mine one last time.

“Never,” he vowed. “I’ll give you everything, baby girl. You’ll never regret me.”

But as I followed him out into the light, my heart hammered with both excitement and dread. Because some of me knew—Draco was holding back more than desire.