Possession
Title: Possession
Author:
auroraprimavera
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x10
Characters/pairings: H/D
Challenge: Challenge #58 - Hope
Warnings: possible dark theme, sexual situation
Authors Notes: Continuation of my three previous drabbles: Release - Sunset - Truth. Can be read as a series or each can be read alone. Unbeta'd - comments and critiques are most welcome.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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A hand slides down your arm and when it reaches your wrist the grip tightens possessively. You wince but don’t say a word.
Hot breath brushes against your cheek. Lips mouth softly against your neck. The hand holding yours rises up, joining your other wrist above your head.
You realize that you’re effectively pinned with no way out.
A hard body presses into yours, pressing you against the hard castle wall. You can feel his heart beating in his chest and it causes your breath to catch. For a fleeting second you think of escape.
But you’ve made your choice.
***
You blink as a soft chuckle in your ear brings you out of your musings. For a second you panic before remembering where you are and who you are with.
“Ready?”
The voice is heavy with desire, thick with promises of what’s to come. You nod mutely not quite trusting your voice. Another chuckle.
Hot lips graze your temple. Your cheek. Your neck.
And oh how you hate it. You hate the knowledge that he will be the only to do this to you. You hate that he will possess you forever.
He asks you once again, “are you ready?”
***
He’s asked you twice now and you still can’t answer him. You can’t think why he is asking. It’s not as if you had an actual choice in the matter.
“Answer me, please.”
You’re taken aback for a moment and turn your head to look at him. His eyes are earnest, but there is no denying the animalistic hunger lurking behind them.
“Yes.”
His grin morphs from worried curiosity to hungry lust. The fire in his eyes is undeniable and for the second time you wonder if it would be possible to run away. He leans into you, pushing harder.
***
You cry out softy. His hands are pushing your wrists into the rough surface and you can practically feel the delicate skin tearing and bruising.
This time you feel his laugh reverberate through your own chest. You can tell he is enjoying this. Relishing it.
You’re ordered to keep your hands above your head and without even thinking, obey.
Is this what it’s always going to be like?
Hands slide down to your shirt and you curse yourself for wearing a button down. It’s only going to make things easier for him. Not as if he could be held back.
***
Buttons pop and little by little your shirt is spread open. He hisses in delight when your chest is exposed. His fingers reverently run over your skin.
You can only imagine what the sight of so much skin is doing to his instincts.
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
And that’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it? Of liking this. Enjoying it even.
His hand traces back up to your neck, your shoulder. He pushes aside the shirt collar and exposes what he is seeking.
The sternomastoid.
It’s the most noticeable muscle in the neck. You’re not surprised at his choice.
***
His finger traces back and forth on the spot he has chosen for tonight. He is eyeing you with the hunger of a starved child.
No. Not a child. Demon.
He bends over and kisses the spot tenderly and you close your eyes in resignation. This is it. There is going to be no turning back now.
You jump as his kisses trail down your neck and onto your chest. You can feel your muscles tense up and you wonder what he is up to.
“Shh, relax. You’re far too tense and that would make this all so very unpleasant.”
***
Minutes go by and you find that you are relaxing. Surprisingly enough his ministrations are working and you realize that you are leaning into his touches and kisses.
He’s back to kissing that spot on your neck, marking you as his. His tongue darts out and licks tenderly at the spot. You feel a moan escape your lips.
It shouldn’t feel this good.
You feel his teeth scrape over your skin and you gasp as you feel two sharp points scratching you. You knew what to expect, but actually feeling it…
Suddenly they sink down into your skin, piercing you.
***
You scream.
It hurts and suddenly you find yourself incapable of moving. You cry out for him to stop please stop because it hurts…
And just as suddenly a tidal wave of pleasure so great rolls over you that your knees buckle under you.
You hardly register his arms around you, holding you up. Your own fall down and your hands scrabble at his hair, holding him in place.
Moans escape unbidden and you whimper as the onslaught continues. The pleasure is so immense you hardly know how to respond to it.
And then…oh gods…
A hand, shifting, moving, then…
***
Your whimpering has faded away and you’re gasping for air as you rut against his hand, desperate for release.
Please you beg and you don’t know if it’s inside your head or out.
His mouth is still on you, his teeth still in you. You hold his head closer as you feel yourself near your peak.
His hand squeezes you and you scream again, this time in delirious pleasure as you come. Hips bucking wildly against him, fingers curling tightly in his hair.
After a few moments you come down from your high and realizing what has happened flush hotly.
***
Mere moments pass and your mortification grows. What is he going to do now? Is he going to sneer, laugh, taunt, or worse?
You release your hold on him as he pulls back and his eyes meet yours. They are half lidded and the desire behind them still evident. But for the first time since your first encounter the lust is tamed.
He reaches up a hand and gently strokes your hair back and out of your face.
“Thank you.”
And as you watch him walk away from you, you feel the tiniest bit of hope rise in your chest.
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*edited: Just realized some words needed italics and they were missing. Nothing else changed.
Author:
auroraprimavera
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x10
Characters/pairings: H/D
Challenge: Challenge #58 - Hope
Warnings: possible dark theme, sexual situation
Authors Notes: Continuation of my three previous drabbles: Release - Sunset - Truth. Can be read as a series or each can be read alone. Unbeta'd - comments and critiques are most welcome.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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A hand slides down your arm and when it reaches your wrist the grip tightens possessively. You wince but don’t say a word.
Hot breath brushes against your cheek. Lips mouth softly against your neck. The hand holding yours rises up, joining your other wrist above your head.
You realize that you’re effectively pinned with no way out.
A hard body presses into yours, pressing you against the hard castle wall. You can feel his heart beating in his chest and it causes your breath to catch. For a fleeting second you think of escape.
But you’ve made your choice.
***
You blink as a soft chuckle in your ear brings you out of your musings. For a second you panic before remembering where you are and who you are with.
“Ready?”
The voice is heavy with desire, thick with promises of what’s to come. You nod mutely not quite trusting your voice. Another chuckle.
Hot lips graze your temple. Your cheek. Your neck.
And oh how you hate it. You hate the knowledge that he will be the only to do this to you. You hate that he will possess you forever.
He asks you once again, “are you ready?”
***
He’s asked you twice now and you still can’t answer him. You can’t think why he is asking. It’s not as if you had an actual choice in the matter.
“Answer me, please.”
You’re taken aback for a moment and turn your head to look at him. His eyes are earnest, but there is no denying the animalistic hunger lurking behind them.
“Yes.”
His grin morphs from worried curiosity to hungry lust. The fire in his eyes is undeniable and for the second time you wonder if it would be possible to run away. He leans into you, pushing harder.
***
You cry out softy. His hands are pushing your wrists into the rough surface and you can practically feel the delicate skin tearing and bruising.
This time you feel his laugh reverberate through your own chest. You can tell he is enjoying this. Relishing it.
You’re ordered to keep your hands above your head and without even thinking, obey.
Is this what it’s always going to be like?
Hands slide down to your shirt and you curse yourself for wearing a button down. It’s only going to make things easier for him. Not as if he could be held back.
***
Buttons pop and little by little your shirt is spread open. He hisses in delight when your chest is exposed. His fingers reverently run over your skin.
You can only imagine what the sight of so much skin is doing to his instincts.
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
And that’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it? Of liking this. Enjoying it even.
His hand traces back up to your neck, your shoulder. He pushes aside the shirt collar and exposes what he is seeking.
The sternomastoid.
It’s the most noticeable muscle in the neck. You’re not surprised at his choice.
***
His finger traces back and forth on the spot he has chosen for tonight. He is eyeing you with the hunger of a starved child.
No. Not a child. Demon.
He bends over and kisses the spot tenderly and you close your eyes in resignation. This is it. There is going to be no turning back now.
You jump as his kisses trail down your neck and onto your chest. You can feel your muscles tense up and you wonder what he is up to.
“Shh, relax. You’re far too tense and that would make this all so very unpleasant.”
***
Minutes go by and you find that you are relaxing. Surprisingly enough his ministrations are working and you realize that you are leaning into his touches and kisses.
He’s back to kissing that spot on your neck, marking you as his. His tongue darts out and licks tenderly at the spot. You feel a moan escape your lips.
It shouldn’t feel this good.
You feel his teeth scrape over your skin and you gasp as you feel two sharp points scratching you. You knew what to expect, but actually feeling it…
Suddenly they sink down into your skin, piercing you.
***
You scream.
It hurts and suddenly you find yourself incapable of moving. You cry out for him to stop please stop because it hurts…
And just as suddenly a tidal wave of pleasure so great rolls over you that your knees buckle under you.
You hardly register his arms around you, holding you up. Your own fall down and your hands scrabble at his hair, holding him in place.
Moans escape unbidden and you whimper as the onslaught continues. The pleasure is so immense you hardly know how to respond to it.
And then…oh gods…
A hand, shifting, moving, then…
***
Your whimpering has faded away and you’re gasping for air as you rut against his hand, desperate for release.
Please you beg and you don’t know if it’s inside your head or out.
His mouth is still on you, his teeth still in you. You hold his head closer as you feel yourself near your peak.
His hand squeezes you and you scream again, this time in delirious pleasure as you come. Hips bucking wildly against him, fingers curling tightly in his hair.
After a few moments you come down from your high and realizing what has happened flush hotly.
***
Mere moments pass and your mortification grows. What is he going to do now? Is he going to sneer, laugh, taunt, or worse?
You release your hold on him as he pulls back and his eyes meet yours. They are half lidded and the desire behind them still evident. But for the first time since your first encounter the lust is tamed.
He reaches up a hand and gently strokes your hair back and out of your face.
“Thank you.”
And as you watch him walk away from you, you feel the tiniest bit of hope rise in your chest.
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*edited: Just realized some words needed italics and they were missing. Nothing else changed.