Bring Him To His Knees Dramione Novels & Stories

he asked, earning a death glare in return. A smirk formed on Draco's face. "Fine then, let's have it your way," Draco pulled him back to the sun with the chain tied around his neck and he screeched in pain. He kept struggling and crying out loud and Draco simply chuckled with a satisfied look on his face. While Draco did that, Kira would steal glances at Damien who had not made an attempt to look at her since he arrived. When she had greeted him this morning, he had simply replied her quickly and walked away making her heart sink to the deepest pit of her stomach.

“Come on. Answer him already. You two are really annoying.” I closed my eyes for a second and felt helpless in this situation. It wasn't until Kathleen spoke at Draco who was waiting for her answer, didn't even break an eye contact with her while his hands were holding hers tightly as if he was afraid that she would leave or might disappear again from his sight. “Let's go and talk,” Kathleen answered. Hearing this, Draco's eyes brightened as the corner of his lips raised. Without hesitation, he scooped her from the sofa, wrapping his hand around her waist as she carried her in a bridal style.

Behind his cold, firm aura, he had the perfect physique, like a Greek god carved from marble. “S-sir…” Luna bowed her head, not daring to look at Draco. Draco regarded her coldly. “Raise your head when you speak to me.” Luna swallowed nervously. “Raise your head.” Draco’s voice was now a full octave sharper. Luna trembled with fear but managed to lift her head and look at Draco. Draco closed the distance between them. “That dress suits you.” He lifted Luna’s chin, staring into her beautiful eyes. Luna became even more nervous, her fear intensifying as Draco’s face came so close to hers. Their lips were nearly touching. One small move from Luna, and she would be kissing him.

💋Addicted To You💋 [More Than A One Night Stand🍆💦] . By: Kamara B. Blake . #Season_2: Chapter Twenty-Six😘 . 💦Brianna💦 I stood befuddled as she kneeled him in the balls immediately making him fall to the floor. "Chloe, he's__". "Hey. Shush". Liam clamped his hand over my mouth smirking. "A little beating won't hurt".

Bowen screamed. Everyone could hear the panic and hysteria in his voice. He stumbled off the stage, tripping and lurching toward the backstage area. In his panic, he didn't notice the steps. So, he twisted his ankle and fell straight down, rolling all the way down the stairs. The staff who were backstage finally snapped out of their daze. They fumbled in panic to shut off the screen. The giant screen went black in an instant. I became even more of a joke standing in front of the dark screen alone.

Then relief flooded in as he realized that she was only chatting on the phone. Once again he began to crawl toward her voice. As he came around the edge of the sofa, she glanced up and saw him. “I’ve got to let you go Bree, my houseboy is finally here,” she said, staring at Damon as he crawled over to her feet. He hated being called her ‘houseboy’, but he didn’t complain. As he reached Julia’s legs, she lifted her stiletto heeled, thigh high leather boot clad left foot up in front of him.

I say to him while fixing my dress and makeup. I go downstairs all freshened up and see Dracono waiting for me. Dark follows me and introduces Dracono to me. Dracono kisses my hand while measuring my body with his eyes. I tell him it is my pleasure to finally meet the new king of the minotaurs. Dracono is a powerful incubus, with huge black wings, and an extremely powerful body, you can see his enormous muscles through his tight shirt. "I like what I see for sure.", I think.

Damon coughed into his fist, which I’m pretty sure was just him hiding a laugh. I threw my hands up again. “Ohhh, great. Everyone’s amused. Perfect. Fantastic. Should I juggle too? Maybe do a little interpretive dance of despair?” “No dancing,” Damon deadpanned. I squawked, “You’re supposed to be on my side!” Ronan ignored all of it—typical—and lowered himself onto the opposite couch like a king about to announce war strategy. Except instead of some dramatic reveal, he just leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and let out a slow breath.

He walked toward Damon with the straight-backed particular confidence he had been born with and that I had never been able to fully account for until I understood where it came from. He stopped in front of him. Damon went down on one knee. I had not expected that. In all the versions of this moment I had run through in my head, I had not pictured that. Damon Kane is going to one knee in an apple orchard in the late afternoon light to put himself at eye level with a four-year-old boy he had not known existed until this morning. They looked at each other. The silver eyes and the silver eyes. Eli said, "You came up."

Not especially when he thought the things that were his were coveted by someone else. … One afternoon, after school, I saw someone familiar outside the gate. Joseph was leaning on his gaudy motorcycle, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He lost a lot of weight. Dark circles hung under his eyes. He looked dejected and furious. The moment he saw me, he tossed his cigarette away and strode up to me. "Had enough fun, Jessica?" His voice was hoarse, and there was fury lying underneath. "You're coming home with me." The intense situation scared Kaylee. She grabbed my arm. "Who's this guy, Jessica?"