7. Now You're Mine.

Loriah’s POV

The moment Draco threw my sweater onto the sofa, my pulse fluttered wildly in my throat. His mouth trailed fire along my skin, his hands firm and possessive as they cupped my breasts. Heat spread through me until my cheeks burned.

“Draco…” I whispered, half a plea, half a moan. “Slow… please.”

He lifted his head, eyes dark and tortured.

“Fuck,” he muttered, almost as if ashamed of himself. “Do you want to have dinner first?” His voice had dropped into something rougher, deeper—like it took every shred of control for him to ask.

My gaze slipped lower, catching on the impressive bulge straining against his pants. Before I could stop myself. Almost without thinking, my fingers brushed against him. The sound that tore from his throat—half groan, half growl—made my stomach tighten.

“Don’t,” he warned, his hand wrapping around mine but not pushing it away. His jaw clenched hard. “Don’t do that, beautiful, unless you want me to take you on this couch and forget everything I planned for tonight.”

A shiver ran through me. I bit my bottom lip, summoning courage I didn’t know I had. “I… I want you to,” I confessed softly, my voice trembling.

That was all it took. With one swift motion, he lifted me into his arms, his hold secure and commanding. My body melted against him, and before I could catch my breath, he was carrying me toward his bedroom.

The air inside was warm, and faint music floated in the background. It was not petals or candles like Claire teased me about earlier—something more. Dozens of Juliet roses, my favorite, filled the space, and my throat tightened at the sight. He remembered.

Draco set me gently on my feet. Then, with a practiced flick, my dress slipped around me, pooling like liquid at my ankles. I flushed scarlet, instinctively moving to shield myself, but his gaze stopped me.

“You look captivating, little nymph,” he murmured, eyes burning into me.

Before I could answer, something delicate brushed my neck. My fingers touched a necklace—an exquisite stone resting against my collarbone.

“Draco… what is this?” I breathed.

“Wear it for me,” he said, voice husky.

My chest tightened, a strange ache unfurling there. I nodded.

Then he shed his shirt, followed by his slacks. The muscles I had only imagined were suddenly revealed, hard and perfect. My mouth went dry. How he looked at me—hungry, reverent, almost pained—made me tremble.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered as his fingers brushed my arm. “I’ll be gentle… the first time. But we have all night, Loriah. And once won’t be enough.” He warned.

My breath shuddered out of me. My knees felt weak as his lips found mine again.

My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. He leaned close, his forehead brushing mine, his voice a low promise. "Come here, sweet Loriah."

Draco said unfastening my bra. His eyes darkened even more as he stared at my bared breasts. I blushed furiously as he bent down and licked one nipple and twisted the other. “Even more beautiful than I imagined.” My body was already shaking. A heat gathered lower in my belly, and my body screamed for something I couldn’t identify.

"Sit down now, baby girl, let me make this good for you."

"Sit? Why?" I asked naively. He chuckled and pushed me softly back until my legs collided with the bed. He made me lie back and pulled my panties down, discarding them. He parted my legs, looking intently at my most intimate place. "Oh god." I whimpered.

"So pink, so wet. Such a pretty pussy you got here, baby girl." He brushed a finger over my tender folds and the thin strip of red curls, making me arch my back and moan.

"You're so responsive, so perfect, so mine." He said as he struck his tongue from tip to bottom, over my folds, inside my pussy. Sucking my swollen nub. Oh God, it was so good, so much pleasure. I thrashed on the bed as he kept licking my pussy like a starving man.

"Draco, something is happening to me!" I said as I didn’t know whether to push him away or press his sinful mouth closer to my core. He pushed two fingers inside me and sweet lord it felt so good.

I sobbed when a tidal wave of pleasure shattered me completely. I was left panting on the bed, wanting more.

"What was that?" I said breathlessly

My pulse raced as Draco's touch left me. My body sank into the soft sheets, and for a heartbeat, I wondered if I was dreaming.

"That, little Nymph, was your first orgasm of many to come ."

He hovered over me, his damp hair falling forward. The scent of his cologne mixed with roses wrapped around me, dizzying and intoxicating.

“Do you have any idea,” he whispered, his lips grazing my ear, “what you do to me, Loriah?”

I shook my head, too overwhelmed to answer. My breath trembled when his fingers brushed my collarbone, then traced lower, slow and deliberate. My skin burned where he touched me, every nerve alive.

His lips met mine again, softer, coaxing, savoring. I whimpered, clutching at his shoulders, my inexperience making me unsure, but the hunger in him seemed to guide us both. He settled over me, parting my legs. He had taken his boxers off. I felt something hot and hard, but velvety against my core.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes.

“Because this is…” I swallowed hard. “This is my first…” The words tangled on my tongue, but he already knew.

Something fierce flickered in his expression, followed by an unexpected tenderness that nearly undid me. He cupped my face in both hands, his thumb brushing away the nervous tears pricking my lashes.

“I’ll make sure your first time is unforgettable,” he promised.

His mouth found mine again, pulling me under until all I could do was hold on. My body arched instinctively as his hands moved over me, learning me, worshipping me. He pushed forward. The tension coiled tighter inside me, a wild, unfamiliar heat that begged for release. "It hurts!" I whimpered, but he kissed my tears away and kept pushing.

You’re mine, baby girl,” he said against my skin as he kissed down my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast. “And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

I clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders, letting him guide me through every unfamiliar wave of pleasure until it was no longer frightening but something I craved, something that consumed me.

When he finally entered me, I gasped at the sharp sting, my nails clutching his back. He stilled immediately, his dark eyes searching mine.

"You're doing wonderful, baby girl." When he pressed his forehead to mine, breath ragged, he pushed himself to the hilt. "So tight. You fucking feel amazing!" He panted.

"Now you're mine completely, Loria Dee." He said as he began to thrust.

My heart pounded, my body trembling as the truth tore from his lips. "Yours." I moaned; the previous pain had begun to turn into pleasure.

His thrusts increased dramatically, shaking the bed with his vigorous movements. His restraint shattered, and the storm he held back finally broke. And I surrendered.