Draco Malfoy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He inched closer towards her, trapping her fully beneath him, his already throbbing arousal pressing into her thigh. "I ask again. Do you want to be fucked senseless Stace?" his face was just inches from hers. Her eyes clouded with fear and arousal, she was wise enough to be scared of him at that moment, because the things he was considering doing to her were borderline wicked. He grinned wickedly down at her. She had no fucking clue, she looked so innocent gazing up at him, her lush curls cascading around her face. He took a handful of it and brought it to his nose, the scent made him grow harder and bigger. He felt her knees buck underneath him. "Please" she begged "I'm sorry Draco. I had

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

‘Do you think I am so stupid that I would leave your magic unlocked little hybrid? He began to fist his hard cock his eyes locked on her glistening pussy, to her shame she could not prevent her arousal. Draco was a gorgeous male specimen and he knew it. His dark golden hair and flashing emerald green eyes made him irresitable to females, he was never short of at least two of them in his bed every night, dragons had an insatiable appetite for sex in all its enchanting forms and he had taken full advanatge of his postion as King to satisfy his every whim. Now he would fulfil his lust fuelled dreams but fucking the stunningly beautiful hybrid he had desired since that first meeting.

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco's curse wasn't just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco's was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon's. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco's beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

She fought back the small sound that rose in her throat—a sound driven by the heat that suffused her body and insinuated itself along her nerve endings in curling tendrils of desire. The gold flecks in Draco’s green eyes glinted as he watched her reaction. For someone she’d barely met, he seemed able to read her like a book. A tiny smile played around the sensual curve of his lips. He hadn’t even forgone his usual designer stubble for today’s memorial service, although he’d slicked back his glossy dark hair off his almost too perfect face, its length finishing in a ducktail at his nape. On any other man the style would look ridiculous, but on Draco… Blair swallowed against the sudden dryness

All kinds. My stomach grumbled at the sight. I never knew I was hungry until now. “Sit.” His voice made me look up, finally acknowledging his presence. Draco sat on the king’s chair across the table. Dressed in a grey shirt and dark trousers, the casual home-wear did nothing to lessen his charm. If he was dangerously handsome in a suit, then in simple clothes, he was irresistibly charming. “Aria, I won't catch you if you fall.” A smirk curved his lips, his eyes fixated on mine.

Draco stepped from the mist. He wore no armor, no cloak, no crown. His clothes were simple, black as bone dust, his hair loose around him. He did not walk; he glided. Each step spread decay into the grass, a trail of dead earth following his heels. When he reached the center of the valley, he stopped, like a king settling into his throne. “I expected you,” he said. The voice was silk, dripping with poison. A ripple of fear traveled through the wolves behind us. I squeezed my weapons until my knuckles ached.

My energy boxes had successfully transferred some energy to my mother. "Melody..." Malfoy arrived in mother's room. His eyes scanned the room as he called out to me. I had only just stepped out to accompany Gio to the toilet. I took some time to check him out. Malfoy has grown so tall and huge, I could barely recognize him. If It wasn't for his hair that was the same as mine, I could have taken him for someone else. He was so handsome. "Malfoy," my voice came out as a whisper, but he heard. He turned and his mouth hung open as he looked at me.

She gave off a vibe of not needing to be there with him, which persuaded Draco more and more that they had broken up some time recently his accident. Draco was able to bathe on his possess, so he climbed out of the shower, gotten a towel, and at that point stumbled back into his room. His ribs didn’t hurt when he flexed them, and for that, he was happy. He went to the reflect and gazed at his bare frame as he dried off, taking an interest in a custom he had been locks in in on his possess for a week.

He froze on the spot, his shoulder's raising as if he had been electrocuted. "And you are?" Draven H. Malcom was a tall man, built like a athlete with a toned upper body that caused women to melt by his mere sight. Through the tight dress shirt he always wore, a suit over his shoulders, the trained abs were noticeable. Even the manner his bright blue eyes examined a room caused many to feel as if their hearts were swarmed with butterflies. A blade was not as sharp as his jaw, and the pointy nose was so straight that plastic surgeons would never be able to recreate such look.