Draco And Hermione Fanfiction Possessive 소설 & 이야기

Leo stopped just before the double doors, his hand sliding from my back to gently grip my elbow. He leaned down, his mouth hovering just inches from my ear. The charming, golden-boy smile dropped from his face, replaced by something dark and entirely predatory. "He told you that you belong to him, didn't he?" Leo whispered, his voice so low it was barely a breath. I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs. I turned my head to look at him, my eyes wide. "How did you—" "Arthur always marks his territory before he even touches it," Leo interrupted, his pale blue eyes locking onto mine, swirling with a twisted, possessive amusement.

For the first time since the chaos began, he looked at her…not through her, not past her…but at her. “You sent a squad…” “Yes,” she murmured, closing the distance between them, while her voice turned honey sweet. “Because I know how much control means to you, Draco. How important it is that everything remains… contained.” She reached up, lovingly sliding her fingers along his jaw. “And because,” she continued sweetly. “I won’t let anything disrupt what we’re building here.” Draco’s breathing slowed. The amber in his eyes dimmed. His wolf receded just enough for him to think instead of destroy.

Either way, I'd suffer. Normally, I'd take it. But with a child in me, I had to think twice. I looked up at her. "Hawthorn is bad for a dragon's baby. I've got a recipe that'll help your child grow strong. Don't you want them born faster? Once they're here, no one can challenge your position." She might doubt others, but I'd lived with these dragons for years in my past life. She had to take my words seriously. She despised Horace's princess consort and wanted her child born sooner to secure her glory.

I froze on my spot. I felt like my heart sank. I understood what he said, but it was too good to be true that I couldn’t help but be stupefied. He was granting me the rights of the Queen? Was that even possible? I was just a mistress, how could he possibly bestow me such power and responsibility… ‘I told you. You could trust him.’ Lexi said. ‘Now, your safety is secured.’ “D-declan…” I uttered his name. I didn’t even care if there were a lot watching. I wasn’t frightened by the fact that they might kill me right on the spot for calling their King by his name. I was more focused on him.

Deffin said very seriously, making Azkia shed tears of joy. Then, moved Azkia said, "From the past until now I can't hate or get sick of your possessiveness, for some reason, I feel comfortable instead, I'm happy to be your wife, can you still love me like this, but I ask that your possessiveness be reduced a little," said Azkia by giving an example of the size that must be reduced with her two fingers. Deffin chuckled and hugged Azkia tightly. "Don't dream that I can reduce my possessiveness towards you, maybe it will increase later," said Deffin with a laugh that made Azkia pursed her lips.

Ruke's beast wanted to claim her there and he was fighting hard not to run his hands through her hair and sniff it. Hermione simply wanted to grab this big guy and kiss his breath out of him, but she remembered she was a cat shifter and he was a lycan. She held in her sexual urge. After fighting for control, Ruke took her hand and dragged her to his room. He opened the door and they both walked in. He slammed it shut and locked it. “Wait? are we staying together?” she asked. “Obviously," retorted Ruke. “No way in hell!” Hermione said and she made for the door and started pulling and banging it.

Despite being held by Draco, she felt like she was going to collapse. Draco leaned in close to her, their faces were inches apart. In fact, the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his labored breathing and the scent of his breath, a mix of mint and liquor. His face remained emotionless, even as her piercing gaze bore into him.

Draco continued, his voice laced with intrigue. "Kept her away from prying eyes. They say he was both hot and cold—one moment possessive, the next distant. No one dared intervene. The man is crazy about her, that much is clear. But his demons?" He shook his head. "They won’t let him have what he really wants—a peaceful home. A happy marriage." I exhaled slowly, absorbing the weight of his words. Draco knew more than I did. I had always kept to myself, always operated on the belief that what I didn’t know couldn’t hurt me. But today’s meeting had proven otherwise. Information was power, and right now, Draco had a hell of a lot more power than I did.

Draco said to himself. "What do you mean Master?" Celine asked. "You can not understand. None of you can. She is something I have never seen in my life." Draco said as he felt his desires awakening. Never in his life he felt this way for any woman but her. She was pure beauty. "What do you say Celine, if I took both of them? Niece and Aunt, both of them would be mine?" Draco asked the Witch.

Did he mean it? “Now, you wanted her just because you found out she’s a powerful fae, isn’t that the truth?” Eox said in a voice that was so different from the one he had used earlier. His words were more pronounced, his tone deeper and darker. “Iris is mine. Whatever you are planning to do, I will not let you succeed.” I heard Draco speak, and despite my heart warming at the possessiveness in his words, Eox’s words also caught my attention.