Draco Malfoy Fanfic Novels & Stories

Although it may seem like she has the opper hand in their relationship but things don't always turn out to be the way they look, in contrast, Draco is a manipulative bastard and Cynthia, well she is just a loyal dog at his disposal. He makes all the rules why she implements them. Draco cut off the kiss and grabbed her waist, dragging her towards the bed as he immediately got ride of her clothes in a swift, his hands roamed around her body like a lustful dog. He forcefully slipped three of his fingers into her p*ssy at once and gained a painful scream from her, instead of slowing down his eyes became cold and angry as he retracts his fingers from her already dripping wet p*ssy.

I was about to slip out when Greg caught me by the arm. “Loriah,” he said firmly, eyes serious. “I’m telling you this as a friend. Don’t let Draco break your heart.” I frowned. “Greg, I think I’m old enough to know what I’m doing.” Before he could answer, Draco appeared like a storm, his presence filling the room. His gaze dropped to Greg’s hand still circling my arm. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. I swore he snarled before he shoved Greg back.

She plopped down on the bed beside me, and groaned. “I totally get it. I can’t wait for my birthday. Other than kissing and cuddling, maybe holding hands, Rowan won’t touch me. He says that we have to wait until it’s official. I get it, but it’s so hard to keep my hands off of him,” she laughed. I told her about what it was like when I first met Draven. I wasn’t sure whether I hated him, or whether I wanted him to ravish every part of my body. It wasn’t until it was revealed we were mates that I knew which one I needed.

"I am the luckiest drakaina under the sea to have such a brave, strong, capable mate like you." "And handsome," he adds. "Don't forget handsome." I'm smiling as he kisses me. Intertwining our fingers, our lips still touching, our scales slip and move as we shift together. As our wings grow and expand, our bodies becoming larger and our talons longer we match one another, changing at the same rate, like a beautifully matched pair.

Maliyah turns, letting herself fall back on the bed with me settling on top of her. “Maliyah, we mustn’t let this go to far. I promised to wait until you turned eighteen and your dragon recognizes me as your mate.” She pulls me down to kiss her again and moves my hand to grab her breast. Her nipple immediately hardens under my touch and it’s making me want more. She moans and bucks her hips at me, making me harden. She digs her nails into my back as I leave a trail of kisses down her neck towards her perking breasts.