Draco Malfoy Hot Novels & Stories

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

As the heat started to build up in Emily's body, Drake became rough with every touch he gave. His body was reacting, but he remained silent. His lips face Emily's nape, and he blows his hot breath. "Are you hot, stray?" he whispered; his voice was husky. Emily nodded her head. "It's hard to resist, alpha," she says. Drake smirked. His finger slowly drew circles on her naked shoulder down to her arms. All Emily can do is close her eyes and feel the electricity sent to her spine.

Damien snarled. “A monster,” Draco replied. I could not listen to another word. I drove my magic upward, sending a spear of white flame through the ground. The heat struck Draco’s legs and forced him to leap back. The courtyard lit up like a furnace, and even Damien shielded himself with a raised paw. I did not care. Let them all burn if he stood in the embers. But Draco did not stumble this time. He walked through the fire as if it were mist. His body absorbed it... no, devoured it like a starving beast swallowing flesh.

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The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress. "Enough," Draco growled. The sound was deep, vibrating against my back as he effortlessly hoisted me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. The world tilted violently... the room, the brothers, the opulent lighting all spinning into a blur. "Draco!" Daemon laughed, though there was a frantic edge of surprise in his tone. "Don't be such a miserable bastard. She was just getting to the fun part." "I am finished with the pleasantries," Draco bit out, his voice a low, terrifying rasp that sent a jolt of genuine fear... and something far more complicated, straight to my core.

Eventually I'd pass out and stop breathing, which is what I wanted soon. "Draco have you been working out? Your techinque for torture and that wip is really top notch. It's giving me chills. I love it." I tried wriggling my eyebrows at him but had no idea if they were working or not. Draco had a creepy smile on his face and he leaned in closer. "Maybe I'll go back to earth and start asking your little bastard where her witchy mother is and I'll be sure to fuck her too."

I would let him claim me. Draco’s eyes moved slowly over my body. His breathing grew heavier. He took one step closer, then another, until he was right in front of me. His hand came up and cupped the side of my neck, his thumb brushing over the mark he had left there. The touch sent a sharp jolt of heat straight down my spine. My hole clenched hard and more slick dripped down my legs. “You’re really offering yourself to me like this,” he said, his voice low and rough. His gray eyes were dark with need. “Then I’m taking what’s mine.”

They lingered on the carving on her torso. Seeing that word ‘mine’ again goaded Draco. He wanted to touch it so badly. With a mountain of effort, he held himself back. No touching, he told himself. His eyes drifted past her belly button to the patch of soft dark hair on her groin. He loved how sexy she looked. Draco felt his cock rising, brushing over the fly of his breeches. He hungered to bring it out, clutch it before her, and wank it while she watched. Fuck! He moaned inwardly, steeling his spine. No touching, he reminded himself again.

He swam to the surface and moved to the shore of the lake. When Draco returned from the lake, he was wearing only a robe that covered his body rudely. Astrid just woke up. Draco's figure, wearing a robe that opened at the front, accentuated his masculine and sexy abs curves. His wet hair looked stunning. Healing water refreshed Draco's face, and his body emitted a magical aura that glowed gently in red, green, and silver. His figure looked manly and full of charisma. Draco looked like an elegant and charismatic prince.