Chapter Eight

I didn't want to go back downstairs until dinner time so I just sat in the library, reading more of Steven King. If you couldn't tell, he's my favorite author. I was reading IT when Narcissa enters the room. She looked a little queasy.

"Hello Cissa." I say. She shuts the door behind her and smiles at me. She walks over and sits down next to me. I could see that she was a little bit tense.

"Are you alright? You look tense." I ask her. She turns her head to look at me and smiles a bit at me.

"Yes, I am fine. Just, a lot on my mind." She says with a small smile before looking away again. I bite my lip and hesitate for a moment before I speak up again.

"I could help." She looks at me with confusion.

"Do you trust me?" I ask. She hesitates for a moment before nodding. I nod my head and stand up.

"Stand up." I command. She follows my orders and stands in front of me.

"Now, this is gonna sound weird, lay down on your stomach on the loveseat." She raises her eyebrows.

"What?" She asks, flustered. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Relax Narcissa, I'm not gonna do anything bad. I just need you to trust me, okay?" I ask the older witch.

"Alright." She replys. I smile as she lays down, her chin resting on her hands so she's facing forward. I walk over to her and place my hand on the place where her neck meets her back, also, where the zipper of her dress is. I grab the zipper and start to drag it down.

"What are you doing?" Narcissa asks, looking at me as I stand next to her. I stop my movements and look down at her.

"I'm not going to reveal anything other then your back. It'll all make sense in a moment. You have nothing to fear, Narcissa. I'm not going to do anything bad, okay?" I say. She nods her head and looks back forward.

'I'm glad she trusts me.'

I continue to unzip the back of her dress, stopping once I reach the end of her lower back so I don't reveal anything she doesn't want me to. I then move my hands up to her shoulder blades and press my palms against them and move in a circular motion. Narcissa let's out an airy moan at my movements, making me smirk at the fact that I give her pleasure.

'I want to give her a different type of pleasure.'

I think, without realizing it. I then start to move my hands closer together so I'm now massaging the back of her neck. I start to move my hands down her upper back, very slowly so I can get every knot and tense area, and it's only then that I realize.

'She has no bra?!'

I bite my lip at that fact, knowing that I could just slip my hands down a little on her sides and touch one of the areas that I desired. I wasn't going to do that though, I didn't want Narcissa to be uncomfortable in any way. But oh, how I wish I could touch that one area.

'This woman is going to be the death of me.'

I continue moving my hands down her back as she continues to let out little noises. From airy moans to tiny whimpers. The more noises she made, it turned me on even more. The longer I touched her skin, my hunger for her grew. The sexual tension was getting thicker by the second. It took everything in me to hold back from ripping the dress off to see what I desired. To touch what I so desired. I wanted to give her the pleasure she deserved. I wanted to show her the passion I felt for her. The more I saw of her exposed skin, the more I saw of the pleasure I gave to her, the more my hunger grew. I had never felt this way before. I have never felt this desire, this hunger, this....lust. I never thought I would feel this way for anyone. Especially for another woman. And not just another woman, an older woman, at that. The woman underneath me was over twice my age, which, oddly enough, made my desire for her grow.

My hands continued to make their way down her back, slowly and carefully, until they reached where I had stopped the zipper. I stopped my hand movements and reached for the zipper. I start zipping her dress back up when she reached behind me and grabbed my wrist. I look to her fron where I stood beside the loveseat to see her already looking at me. I raise an eyebrow at her as she moves my hand down, along with her zipper. I look deep into her eyes before speaking up.

"If you don't stop me now, I'm not gonna be able to hold back." I spoke in a deeper voice then before. Probably from the lust I had. Narcissa stares me dead in the eye as she responds.

"Don't hold back." Those three words were all it took. I shake her hand off me and grab her waist. I quickly flip her over so she's laying on her back. I get onto the loveseat, with my knees on either side of her hips so I was straddling the older Malfoy. One of my hands stays on her hip while the other goes and snakes up and grabs her jaw. I get close to her face so it's only centimeters away. I don't know what was happening to me. I just felt this need to be in control.

"I don't think you have any idea what you're dealing with, kitten." I whisper, in a deep tone.

"Then show me." She whispers back, in the same, VERY, seductive tone. I didn't hold back anymore. I quickly move my hand to the back of her head and grab a fistful of her hair and slam my lips onto hers. The kiss was a hungry kiss. A starving kiss. Like we hadn't been feed in a week and our lips were a five course meal. The kiss sent off bombs in my body, it also doing the same to Narcissa. Her scent intoxicated me. Vanilla, berries, and roses. Her lips tasted like heaven. Her red lipstick tasted of cherry's. I bite her lip, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to make her moan, giving me the opportunity to shove my tounge my toung in her mouth. Not bothering to ask her permission, seeing as though she said to not hold back. My tounge quickly explores her mouth. My tounge, obviously, winning the dominance battle.

My hand slides up from her waist and up to her clothed breast. I let out a low growl that it's still clothed. I pull away from the kiss and yank Narcissa's head back by her hair, making her let out a whimper. I move my hand, that was resting on her chest, to her mouth, covering it.

"Quiet now, kitten. Don't want anyone to hear us now, do we?" I ask in a low voice. I was loving this feeling of being dominant. I could tell that Narcissa was enjoying being dominated by me.

Narcissa shakes her head so I uncover her mouth.

"Use your words."

"No. I'm sorry." I smirk.

"Good. You're a good kitten. You're my good kitten." I praise. I start kissing her neck, trying to find her sweet spot. My teeth graze a spot under her ear that makes her gasp slightly. I smirk and start attacking that spot. I couldn't focus on the spot for too long or else I would've left a mark. I wanted to but Lucius or Draco would've seen it.

Just as I was about to go to another spot on her neck, a knock came from the door. I quickly jump off of Narcissa and help her stand up. She pulls out her wand and gives it a wave to clean us both up.

"Come in." Narcissa calls out to whomever knocked on the door. The door opens to reveal a house elf. It wasn't Indie though. It was another house elf.

"Delingra has come to say that dinner is ready." The elf sqeaks out.

"We will be down in a minute." Narcissa says. The elf nods and closes the door before rushing off. I turn to Narcissa.

"What do we do now?" I ask. Narcissa let's out a sigh.

"I'm not quite sure. I know we can't ignore what just happened. And I know that I really don't want to ignore it." She mumbled the last part but I heard it.

"So then, secrecy it is then?" I ask. Narcissa sighs again and nods. I walk over to her so I'm standing in front of her.

"I don't want to forget it either." I say before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. She kisses back immediately. This kiss was different from the one before. This one was gentle and passionate. This one was full of love. It was a short but good kiss.

"Come on, let's get downstairs." I say. She smiles and nods, following me out the door and down to the dining room.