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Sunday, May 23, 2010
The Malfoy Twins - Garrett and Gabriel
Hey everyone! Thought I'd share how I imagined the twins to look like. Aren't they adorable? I just LOVE how Garrett seems to be smirking in this picture while Gabriel looks so innocent. :D
Please keep a look out on my Profile Page, the next installment to The Perfect Girl series will be coming out very soon! Until then, cheers! :D
Please keep a look out on my Profile Page, the next installment to The Perfect Girl series will be coming out very soon! Until then, cheers! :D
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Jaimee & Draco
The cute picture above is (Jaimee&Draco) for The Perfect Girl Series.DISCLAIMER: Both pics are NOT mine. Haha. I got each picture separately from 2 different artists - the picture of female Harry was done by Rico, one of my readers from China, and the picture of Draco is by alexzoe of Deviant Art. If the artists feel uncomfortable with me using them, please message me, leave a comment, or even send me a review about it and I will take the picture down. Thanks much! :D
Sunday, December 13, 2009
TPG FanArt: Jaimee's Dress
Hello again, everyone! Here's the picture Chost drew of Jaimee's dress during the debutante ball in TPG. It's really beautiful, isn't it? :)
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
FanArt: The Perfect Girl
Hey everyone!
I thought I'd post these pictures for everyone to see. These were drawn by two TPG readers from China named Rico and chost. They read TPG from a Chinese-translated version being written by another FF.Net author named
Vercyy. Last I spoke to Vercyy, they were planning on making another drawing of Jaimee in her debutante dress so I'll post that picture here too if ever. :)
Anyways, hope you like them! Please thank the artists by leaving comments on the drawings, mmkay? They're really beautiful, aren't they? :)
If any of you want their own copy of the pictures sent to them, just PM me through FF.Net and I'll send them to you. Cheers! :D
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Chapter 4: Ignorance and Ineloquence (Deleted Scene)
*The Perfect Wife: Chapter 4 (Deleted Scene)*
That was really all it took for their taut forms to come crashing against each other in crazed, uncontrollable lust – their hands roaming wildly around the other’s body and their lips smashing hard against the other’s in a deep, desperately hungry kiss.
She moaned loudly when his hands dipped down and slipped underneath the fabric of her skirt, yanking the leather up against her waist so he could force more intimate contact between their bodies. He slid his tongue easily into her mouth and began to tease hers, eliciting more beautiful and tempting sounds from her as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled him closer.
He pressed his hardened arousal harder between her legs and began shoving her down on until her back was once again pressed down on the cold, wooden surface of his desk. From where he stood in front of her, he leaned over her laid out form and trapped her down by pressing his hands on the table above her head.
Once he had done this, he lifted his lips from hers and brought it down to suck hungrily at the patch of skin just below her ears, smirking when he felt her body shiver once more and her hands moved up and slipped underneath the undershirt of his tux to caress the muscles on his chest.
The knee-length boots she still wore suddenly seemed incredibly erotic to Draco as she spread her legs around him and wrapped them around his waist, causing him to groan and began grinding himself against her wanton body. By now, the tight leather of her dress had bunched up around her waist and provided him with such an agonizingly lustful sight of her black underwear that it brought all the blood in his head down south to the searing heat in his pants.
Forcing himself to pull away and stand back up, he ignored the look of frustrated desire on her flushed face and just allowed himself to drink in the very sight of her – laid out for him like a bounty feast on that table. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks, her lips red and bruised from his rough kisses and her breathing heavy.
Her dark hair was spread out above her head while her pale skin glowed beautifully against the rich color of table’s black surface. The knee-high boots on her slightly parted legs made his blood boil with the need to pound her hard onto that table and make her scream his name as many times as possible until he was absolutely certain she remembered who she belonged to.
My god… That is one delicious spread… Draco looked down at her with a wicked smirk.
He licked his lips once before chuckling and finally leaning back down to capture those tempting lips in another hard, searing kiss. She immediately melted against him and wrapped legs around his waist again, closing her eyes tightly when he began grinding himself against her once more.
“Ugh…Please…Please…”
“Please what, love…?” Draco asked in a calm drawl, smirking wider as he broke away and leaned down to bite at the curve of her shoulder. Jaimee hissed in pain but didn’t protest when Draco’s hand moved up her bare thigh and yanked her leather skirt up even higher, forcing his way into her underwear and sliding two fingers intimately inside her.
“O—Oh god!”
He shivered at her moan and leaned down closer towards her, his lips grazing along the pulse point of her neck. “Tell me what you want, Harry…” She whimpered in response when his fingers pushed deeper inside her and found her pleasure spot, causing her cheeks to flush darker.
“You …Ugh…I want YOU…Inside me…Take me, damn it! Please!”
Jaimee latched onto him desperately in growing frustration, reaching up to grab his shirt collar and using that leverage to yank him down towards her. Their lips met in another kiss and this time, Draco thrust his tongue suggestively into her mouth and initiated a fierce duel with hers.
She shivered when he hooked the fingers of his free hand along the sides of black underwear and began pulling them down her legs in a lingeringly slow movement, tossing them up over his desk onto the floor. He seemed to smirk again within their intertwined lips when her hands dived down and impatiently began unbuckling his belt, tugging it off and tossing it across the room.
Draco heard it crash noisily against the wooden entrance doors right before he felt her soft hands slowly undoing the zipper of his pants. His breath hitched when she slipped her hand into his boxers and boldly wrapped around his length, caressing it with skilled, sensuous movements.
He hissed at her touch, breaking their kiss and leaning down to lick, suck and bite at the creamy skin of her shoulder as his fingers continued to play with the throbbing wetness growing between her parted legs. When she moaned his name again, he slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed at her boots – using his grip on them to yank her body along the table towards him until her legs dangled over the edge just right in front of where he was standing.
They were still pretty much fully clothed when Draco finally relented and pulled himself up into a standing position, parting her legs impatiently with his hands.
“MINE.”
He plunged himself hard and deep into her waiting body like a knife, causing his wife to scream his name out very loudly in excruciating pleasure.
“Ugh…DRACO!”
She had shot up into a sitting position to wrap her arms around his neck but Draco smirked harshly and shoved her back down to lie on her back. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find the strength to glare at him for this when he leaned over and slowly began thrusting into her body, his hands going back down above her head to trap her between his chest and the hard table behind her.
Several more incoherent sounds and mewls of pleasure escaped Jaimee as her husband began pounding into her with slow, steady thrusts, burying himself deep into her again and again. She forced her eyes open and found herself staring at Draco’s taunting sneer, wincing when she still saw the briefest traces of anger intermingled with passion in those cold silver orbs.
He was gritting his teeth in exertion and his powerful thrusts caused the entire table to rock backward noisily against the chair behind it in loud, rhythmic sounds in time with his movements. Another soft, aching moan escaped her lips as she reached up to pull at his tuxedo collar again, using it to pull him back down and give him a deep, passionate kiss.
The minute he had pulled back, her eyes fluttered open and she looked back at him and met the possessive anger in his eyes with a calm, reassuring gaze. Draco’s angry glare flickered for a minute and he shut his eyes tightly just before his thrusts began to grow more rough and violent – picking up incredible speed until Jaimee was absolutely screaming in heightened pleasure.
“G-GOOD GOD! PLEASE!”
Her back felt sore and bruised against the table and the clothes they still had on was causing so much friction between their bodies that it was painful but she found that she couldn’t focus on anything except for the surreal feeling of her husband deep inside her. He kept pounding into her relentlessly until her body ached in exhaustion and the room was filled her loud screams of ecstasy and the rhythmic noises the table was making as it banged against the chair behind it.
Harry sensed his urgency as she leaned forward and caught his lips directly in another kiss – this one so perfectly chaste and sweet that Draco froze in surprise and closed his eyes, one of his hands reaching up to curl gently around the nape of neck.
As soon as they pulled away to breathe, he buried his face into her shoulder and took a deep breath of her scent. He resumed his movements more slowly – thrusting himself deep into her shivering body as though he was trying to merge their two forms together as one single form.
He urged her legs wider and tighter around his waist and she obliged instantly, her hands slipping inside his shirt and her nails digging and scraping along his strong shoulders. With that, he began lavishing reverent kisses onto the skin of her neck and leaned down again to hiss something very softly into her ear.
“Mmm… Moan my name for me again, love…” He murmured and he smirked in self-satisfaction when his wife willingly obliged and did exactly what he said. Her moans intensified as his pace picked up and he finally began pummeling himself into her for all he was worth – once again causing the entire table to rock noisily against the chair behind it at their frantic movements.
“Mine…Mine…Mine…” He hissed the same word repeatedly into her ear in time with his thrusts and his voice grew louder each time until he could hear his own growls drowning out and overpowering the sweet sounds Harry was making underneath him.
"MINE..."
He thrust deeply into her one last time right before she finally came, her eyes clamping shut and her lips parting open to emit a sound that sounded like a cross between an aching, desperate scream and a breathless, shaky whimper.
“Y—YOURS! O—OH GOD! ALL YOURS, DRACO!”
*END OF DELETED SCENE*
That was really all it took for their taut forms to come crashing against each other in crazed, uncontrollable lust – their hands roaming wildly around the other’s body and their lips smashing hard against the other’s in a deep, desperately hungry kiss.
She moaned loudly when his hands dipped down and slipped underneath the fabric of her skirt, yanking the leather up against her waist so he could force more intimate contact between their bodies. He slid his tongue easily into her mouth and began to tease hers, eliciting more beautiful and tempting sounds from her as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled him closer.
He pressed his hardened arousal harder between her legs and began shoving her down on until her back was once again pressed down on the cold, wooden surface of his desk. From where he stood in front of her, he leaned over her laid out form and trapped her down by pressing his hands on the table above her head.
Once he had done this, he lifted his lips from hers and brought it down to suck hungrily at the patch of skin just below her ears, smirking when he felt her body shiver once more and her hands moved up and slipped underneath the undershirt of his tux to caress the muscles on his chest.
The knee-length boots she still wore suddenly seemed incredibly erotic to Draco as she spread her legs around him and wrapped them around his waist, causing him to groan and began grinding himself against her wanton body. By now, the tight leather of her dress had bunched up around her waist and provided him with such an agonizingly lustful sight of her black underwear that it brought all the blood in his head down south to the searing heat in his pants.
Forcing himself to pull away and stand back up, he ignored the look of frustrated desire on her flushed face and just allowed himself to drink in the very sight of her – laid out for him like a bounty feast on that table. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks, her lips red and bruised from his rough kisses and her breathing heavy.
Her dark hair was spread out above her head while her pale skin glowed beautifully against the rich color of table’s black surface. The knee-high boots on her slightly parted legs made his blood boil with the need to pound her hard onto that table and make her scream his name as many times as possible until he was absolutely certain she remembered who she belonged to.
My god… That is one delicious spread… Draco looked down at her with a wicked smirk.
He licked his lips once before chuckling and finally leaning back down to capture those tempting lips in another hard, searing kiss. She immediately melted against him and wrapped legs around his waist again, closing her eyes tightly when he began grinding himself against her once more.
“Ugh…Please…Please…”
“Please what, love…?” Draco asked in a calm drawl, smirking wider as he broke away and leaned down to bite at the curve of her shoulder. Jaimee hissed in pain but didn’t protest when Draco’s hand moved up her bare thigh and yanked her leather skirt up even higher, forcing his way into her underwear and sliding two fingers intimately inside her.
“O—Oh god!”
He shivered at her moan and leaned down closer towards her, his lips grazing along the pulse point of her neck. “Tell me what you want, Harry…” She whimpered in response when his fingers pushed deeper inside her and found her pleasure spot, causing her cheeks to flush darker.
“You …Ugh…I want YOU…Inside me…Take me, damn it! Please!”
Jaimee latched onto him desperately in growing frustration, reaching up to grab his shirt collar and using that leverage to yank him down towards her. Their lips met in another kiss and this time, Draco thrust his tongue suggestively into her mouth and initiated a fierce duel with hers.
She shivered when he hooked the fingers of his free hand along the sides of black underwear and began pulling them down her legs in a lingeringly slow movement, tossing them up over his desk onto the floor. He seemed to smirk again within their intertwined lips when her hands dived down and impatiently began unbuckling his belt, tugging it off and tossing it across the room.
Draco heard it crash noisily against the wooden entrance doors right before he felt her soft hands slowly undoing the zipper of his pants. His breath hitched when she slipped her hand into his boxers and boldly wrapped around his length, caressing it with skilled, sensuous movements.
He hissed at her touch, breaking their kiss and leaning down to lick, suck and bite at the creamy skin of her shoulder as his fingers continued to play with the throbbing wetness growing between her parted legs. When she moaned his name again, he slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed at her boots – using his grip on them to yank her body along the table towards him until her legs dangled over the edge just right in front of where he was standing.
They were still pretty much fully clothed when Draco finally relented and pulled himself up into a standing position, parting her legs impatiently with his hands.
“MINE.”
He plunged himself hard and deep into her waiting body like a knife, causing his wife to scream his name out very loudly in excruciating pleasure.
“Ugh…DRACO!”
She had shot up into a sitting position to wrap her arms around his neck but Draco smirked harshly and shoved her back down to lie on her back. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find the strength to glare at him for this when he leaned over and slowly began thrusting into her body, his hands going back down above her head to trap her between his chest and the hard table behind her.
Several more incoherent sounds and mewls of pleasure escaped Jaimee as her husband began pounding into her with slow, steady thrusts, burying himself deep into her again and again. She forced her eyes open and found herself staring at Draco’s taunting sneer, wincing when she still saw the briefest traces of anger intermingled with passion in those cold silver orbs.
He was gritting his teeth in exertion and his powerful thrusts caused the entire table to rock backward noisily against the chair behind it in loud, rhythmic sounds in time with his movements. Another soft, aching moan escaped her lips as she reached up to pull at his tuxedo collar again, using it to pull him back down and give him a deep, passionate kiss.
The minute he had pulled back, her eyes fluttered open and she looked back at him and met the possessive anger in his eyes with a calm, reassuring gaze. Draco’s angry glare flickered for a minute and he shut his eyes tightly just before his thrusts began to grow more rough and violent – picking up incredible speed until Jaimee was absolutely screaming in heightened pleasure.
“G-GOOD GOD! PLEASE!”
Her back felt sore and bruised against the table and the clothes they still had on was causing so much friction between their bodies that it was painful but she found that she couldn’t focus on anything except for the surreal feeling of her husband deep inside her. He kept pounding into her relentlessly until her body ached in exhaustion and the room was filled her loud screams of ecstasy and the rhythmic noises the table was making as it banged against the chair behind it.
Harry sensed his urgency as she leaned forward and caught his lips directly in another kiss – this one so perfectly chaste and sweet that Draco froze in surprise and closed his eyes, one of his hands reaching up to curl gently around the nape of neck.
As soon as they pulled away to breathe, he buried his face into her shoulder and took a deep breath of her scent. He resumed his movements more slowly – thrusting himself deep into her shivering body as though he was trying to merge their two forms together as one single form.
He urged her legs wider and tighter around his waist and she obliged instantly, her hands slipping inside his shirt and her nails digging and scraping along his strong shoulders. With that, he began lavishing reverent kisses onto the skin of her neck and leaned down again to hiss something very softly into her ear.
“Mmm… Moan my name for me again, love…” He murmured and he smirked in self-satisfaction when his wife willingly obliged and did exactly what he said. Her moans intensified as his pace picked up and he finally began pummeling himself into her for all he was worth – once again causing the entire table to rock noisily against the chair behind it at their frantic movements.
“Mine…Mine…Mine…” He hissed the same word repeatedly into her ear in time with his thrusts and his voice grew louder each time until he could hear his own growls drowning out and overpowering the sweet sounds Harry was making underneath him.
"MINE..."
He thrust deeply into her one last time right before she finally came, her eyes clamping shut and her lips parting open to emit a sound that sounded like a cross between an aching, desperate scream and a breathless, shaky whimper.
“Y—YOURS! O—OH GOD! ALL YOURS, DRACO!”
*END OF DELETED SCENE*
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Chapter 35: Almost Perfect (Deleted Scene)
*The Perfect Girl: Chapter 35 (Deleted Scene)*
She squealed in laughter again when Draco shoved her backwards onto the bed, watching with a smirk as she crawled backwards several inches on her elbows along the white sheets before raising a seductive eyebrow and curling her finger beckoningly at him with a playful smile.
Draco stood exactly where he was and watched with heavy-lidded eyes as she got up into a kneeling position on the bed and slowly began to strip off her shirt first, leaving her soft, creamy skin under the mercy of his lustful gaze.
Tossing the shirt at his face, Jaimee laughed when he growled irritably and flung the offending garment to the floor. His eyes narrowed even more in impatience and he felt his arousal harden when she bent forward on her knees into a crawling position – purposely exposing the tops of her breasts shown from her seductive black bra.
Smirking mischievously at him, she slowly began to unzip her pants next – rolling them down each long, smooth leg before flinging them carelessly to the floor and leaving the rest of her luscious body exposed to her husband’s feasting eyes.
“My god…You’re beautiful…”
Draco surprised himself when he heard his voice come out in a raspy whisper. He watched with deep panting breaths as Jaimee smiled coyly at him again before stretching out her entire body on the bed, giving Draco a good view of her arse as exposed by her low cut lingerie.
“You little tease…” He growled out, his own hands finally reaching up and beginning to unbutton his collar impatiently as he continued to watch his delectable wife trailing her own hands over herself as she stretched in an obvious attempt to drive him crazy.
She gave him a sexy grin and sat up into a crawling position again, crawling her away across the bed towards him with the ease and stealth of a female tiger. Draco couldn’t prevent the groan that escaped his lips at the lustful sight, his arousal hardening even more until it was straining painfully against the fabric of his pants.
Harry saw this and smirked knowingly, kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of his standing form and removing his hands from his shirt buttons, continuing the task of unbuttoning them for him. His hands had moved down to touch her but she slapped them away, causing him to curse under his breath and shoot her a furious glare.
“What—”
She shook her head at him and gave him another Slytherin-like smirk, her green eyes narrowing at his impatiently clenched jaw. “I’m in charge tonight…Malfoy.” She drawled loudly and the authoritativeness he heard in her voice reminded him exactly who he had married – she was Harry Potter alright. And somehow he knew he was never going to forget that after tonight.
Draco bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud as her hands finally slid inside his open shirt and trailed down the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen, the tips of her nails trailing so fleetingly against his skin that he felt he was going to die from pleasure.
“G—god…H—Harry…Please…”
She heard the desperation in his whisper and she leaned forward, using her lips and teeth to trail along the very path her fingers had made along his chest. Draco face flushed and Harry had to slap his hands away again when he had involuntarily grabbed at her arse before he settled for running them up and down her back instead.
A sharp gasp escaped his lips when she bit down on a patch of skin just below his collarbone, licking at the small red mark before she continued to kiss downward, her hands slowly slipping his button-down shirt off his shoulders.
Once the garment had fallen to the floor, she began kissing a trail down his stomach until she reached his belt, to which she grinned and looked back up to see Draco’s eyes hardened into steely silver with uncontrollable lust. Before he could say anything, she easily undid his belt and yanked it off, holding it up playfully in her hands.
“I’ll just hold onto this for awhile…” She commented lightly, slipping the belt around her neck before she busied herself with unbuttoning his trousers – taking her own sweet time in pulling the zipper down to free his bulging arousal.
Draco hissed when her fingers brushed against him and he gritted his teeth as she threw his pants down to the floor and began teasing her fingers along the waistband of his boxers. Looking up and giving him a grin, Draco finally growled and snapped out loud in his frustration.
“Damn it, Potter! Stop teasing – OH GOD!”
His words dissolved into nonsensical gasps and moans as she slid his boxers down and took his entire length into her mouth, her eyes flicking up and watching as Draco’s face flushed deep red and his eyes darkened with lust.
He kept his gaze trained on her and watched breathlessly as she caressed him and teased him over and over again with her lips, earning herself several satisfying whimpers and incoherent sounds from her normally eloquent and sophisticated husband.
Draco’s hands snaked their way into her hair and he entangled his fingers within the silky, black strands, his eyes never leaving her face. When his hands began to travel insistently to her breasts, Harry pulled away and finally yanked him down onto the bed with her, pressing him down onto his back with both her hands. When Draco looked as though he was about to struggle against her, she used the belt she still had around her neck and tied his hands to the bedposts, causing the former Slytherin to growl loudly and struggle against the holds.
Jaimee leaned down and muffled his angry words with another kiss, hoisting herself over him until she was straddling him between her legs. Draco hips bucked up involuntarily at this and he groaned again, his eyes narrowed as he glared at her smirking face.
“Patience, love…I know you like to be in control but I think it’s about time I taught you how I do things.” She told him in an amused voice, waiting until Draco’s struggles had ceased before she continued her ministrations again.
Taking pity on him, she reached behind her and unbuttoned her bra, tossing the garment over the side of the bed and allowing Draco to stare hungrily at her gorgeous breasts. His eyes spoke of such an intense, growing desire that she gasped in surprise when the former Slytherin’s hands began to struggle very violently against the belt that tied them together.
Somehow sensing that she was running out of time, she leaned down and took him into her mouth once more, inciting Draco to struggle even more as the headboard began to rock dangerously from his impressive strength. When his struggles stopped for a moment and she heard him whimpering her name, she finally pulled away and leaned back up to straddle him again.
Leaning down and meeting his lips in a sensuous kiss that left both their tongues battling fiercely with the other’s, Jaimee finally gave in, unhooked her underwear and impaled herself against his long, hard length. She heard him moaning against their intertwined lips, his hands beginning to struggle wildly again as he longed to wrap them around her waist.
She placed her hands flat on his chest and steadied herself carefully before very slowly beginning to move against him, eliciting more agonizing sounds of pleasure and impatience from her very agitated husband.
Draco pulled away from their kiss and watched her as she rode him with deliberate slowness, her own breaths coming in shallow gasps and her eyes dilated with pleasure. Her ample breasts moved seductively with her movements – driving him absolutely crazy with lust as he watched her, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around her beautiful body and drive himself into her again and again until she was screaming his name.
They stayed like this for several minutes, her pace steadily increasing and driving him even more over the edge, especially when the headboard behind them began to creak noisily in time with her faster movements and she had leaned down to lick and bite at his neck.
Draco nearly yelled out loud in frustration when she began to moan softly and closed her eyes, her hips now moving at a frantic pace that impaled him inside her body over and over again. His name whispered from her half-open lips had been the last straw for him and with every ounce of strength he had, he finally yanked his hands and violently snapped the belt holding them loose, causing Jaimee to stop her movements and blink at him in shock.
“H-How?!”
She was answered by a fierce, angry growl before he had roughly flipped them over and pinned her arms up over her head, shoving himself into her with a harsh, punishing thrust. She screamed his name out loud at this and he silenced her by clamping his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and hungrily devouring her taste.
He thrust violently into her several times as though in punishment, causing the headrest of the bed to bang noisily even more against the wall at their wild movements. She moaned and whimpered loudly when he leaned down to kiss, suck and lick hungrily at her breasts – lavishing enough attention on each nipple until they had both grown tender and sensitive to the slightest touch.
His hands moved down to squeeze her arse tightly and he used this position to yank her hips in time with his thrusts, silently urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Once she had done this, Draco suddenly surprised her when he stopped his movements entirely and looked down at her, his face flushed with raw desire and exertion.
She looked back up at him in surprised silence, watching as he slowly lowered himself and caught her lips in a gentle, loving kiss as opposed to his usual demanding urgency. The hands he had used to grip her arse loosened and he moved one of them up instead to caress her face.
“I love you…”
He smiled at her as soon as the words had left his mouth, watching as she looked up and smiled back at him, reaching her arms up to wrap them around the nape of his neck.
“I love you too…”
As he bent back down and began to trail soft kisses along her breasts, she pressed her hands against the warm, flushed skin of his back and closed her eyes as his thrusts grew from hard and rough to deep and lingeringly slow – hitting that sweet spot inside her over and over again until she was sobbing and crying out his name.
Draco didn’t stop, however, and continued to lavish her with sweet kisses all over her body, thrusting in gently again and again until the entire room around her had dimmed into total blackness and she could see nothing else except the beautiful silver of his eyes.
Even after she had already come screaming his name, he continued to thrust inside her, lingering over her endlessly and worshiping her entire body with his own. He had bent down and kissed at her neck when she began to tremble and whimper again – already feeling herself about to explode once more just minutes after the first time.
He pulled back and watched the emotions of pleasure and love flitting over her beautiful, flushed face over and over again, his efforts never ceasing as Jaimee reached her second, third and even fourth climax in his arms until eventually, she was pleading with him to join her.
She looked imploringly up at him and pulled his face down in another kiss. Her entire body felt weak, sore and exhausted when she pulled away from him but she met his steady gaze easily, noting that his jaw was clenched in exertion and he was fighting desperately to keep himself from exploding.
As he continued to thrust deep into her, she reached up and stroked his cheek, bringing his eyes down to look at the smile on her face. At this point, she couldn’t tell how many times she had said the next three words to him but it seemed that Draco needed her to say it each time almost as much as he needed her to say she loved him.
“Let it go.”
With that, the pace of his thrusts picked up and he began thrusting hard and fast into her again and again, easily bringing her over the edge once more and this time – taking himself along with her. When she came for the fifth time that night and screamed her throat sore, Draco gave one last deep plunge into her before he finally came – achingly moaning out her name and trembling violently as he spilled every last bit of himself into her willing body.
Utterly and completely spent, he collapsed on top of her and rolled them over so that she was lying cradled against his chest. He was still inside her when he pulled the white blanket over their exhausted, aching bodies.
*End of Deleted Scene*
She squealed in laughter again when Draco shoved her backwards onto the bed, watching with a smirk as she crawled backwards several inches on her elbows along the white sheets before raising a seductive eyebrow and curling her finger beckoningly at him with a playful smile.
Draco stood exactly where he was and watched with heavy-lidded eyes as she got up into a kneeling position on the bed and slowly began to strip off her shirt first, leaving her soft, creamy skin under the mercy of his lustful gaze.
Tossing the shirt at his face, Jaimee laughed when he growled irritably and flung the offending garment to the floor. His eyes narrowed even more in impatience and he felt his arousal harden when she bent forward on her knees into a crawling position – purposely exposing the tops of her breasts shown from her seductive black bra.
Smirking mischievously at him, she slowly began to unzip her pants next – rolling them down each long, smooth leg before flinging them carelessly to the floor and leaving the rest of her luscious body exposed to her husband’s feasting eyes.
“My god…You’re beautiful…”
Draco surprised himself when he heard his voice come out in a raspy whisper. He watched with deep panting breaths as Jaimee smiled coyly at him again before stretching out her entire body on the bed, giving Draco a good view of her arse as exposed by her low cut lingerie.
“You little tease…” He growled out, his own hands finally reaching up and beginning to unbutton his collar impatiently as he continued to watch his delectable wife trailing her own hands over herself as she stretched in an obvious attempt to drive him crazy.
She gave him a sexy grin and sat up into a crawling position again, crawling her away across the bed towards him with the ease and stealth of a female tiger. Draco couldn’t prevent the groan that escaped his lips at the lustful sight, his arousal hardening even more until it was straining painfully against the fabric of his pants.
Harry saw this and smirked knowingly, kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of his standing form and removing his hands from his shirt buttons, continuing the task of unbuttoning them for him. His hands had moved down to touch her but she slapped them away, causing him to curse under his breath and shoot her a furious glare.
“What—”
She shook her head at him and gave him another Slytherin-like smirk, her green eyes narrowing at his impatiently clenched jaw. “I’m in charge tonight…Malfoy.” She drawled loudly and the authoritativeness he heard in her voice reminded him exactly who he had married – she was Harry Potter alright. And somehow he knew he was never going to forget that after tonight.
Draco bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud as her hands finally slid inside his open shirt and trailed down the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen, the tips of her nails trailing so fleetingly against his skin that he felt he was going to die from pleasure.
“G—god…H—Harry…Please…”
She heard the desperation in his whisper and she leaned forward, using her lips and teeth to trail along the very path her fingers had made along his chest. Draco face flushed and Harry had to slap his hands away again when he had involuntarily grabbed at her arse before he settled for running them up and down her back instead.
A sharp gasp escaped his lips when she bit down on a patch of skin just below his collarbone, licking at the small red mark before she continued to kiss downward, her hands slowly slipping his button-down shirt off his shoulders.
Once the garment had fallen to the floor, she began kissing a trail down his stomach until she reached his belt, to which she grinned and looked back up to see Draco’s eyes hardened into steely silver with uncontrollable lust. Before he could say anything, she easily undid his belt and yanked it off, holding it up playfully in her hands.
“I’ll just hold onto this for awhile…” She commented lightly, slipping the belt around her neck before she busied herself with unbuttoning his trousers – taking her own sweet time in pulling the zipper down to free his bulging arousal.
Draco hissed when her fingers brushed against him and he gritted his teeth as she threw his pants down to the floor and began teasing her fingers along the waistband of his boxers. Looking up and giving him a grin, Draco finally growled and snapped out loud in his frustration.
“Damn it, Potter! Stop teasing – OH GOD!”
His words dissolved into nonsensical gasps and moans as she slid his boxers down and took his entire length into her mouth, her eyes flicking up and watching as Draco’s face flushed deep red and his eyes darkened with lust.
He kept his gaze trained on her and watched breathlessly as she caressed him and teased him over and over again with her lips, earning herself several satisfying whimpers and incoherent sounds from her normally eloquent and sophisticated husband.
Draco’s hands snaked their way into her hair and he entangled his fingers within the silky, black strands, his eyes never leaving her face. When his hands began to travel insistently to her breasts, Harry pulled away and finally yanked him down onto the bed with her, pressing him down onto his back with both her hands. When Draco looked as though he was about to struggle against her, she used the belt she still had around her neck and tied his hands to the bedposts, causing the former Slytherin to growl loudly and struggle against the holds.
Jaimee leaned down and muffled his angry words with another kiss, hoisting herself over him until she was straddling him between her legs. Draco hips bucked up involuntarily at this and he groaned again, his eyes narrowed as he glared at her smirking face.
“Patience, love…I know you like to be in control but I think it’s about time I taught you how I do things.” She told him in an amused voice, waiting until Draco’s struggles had ceased before she continued her ministrations again.
Taking pity on him, she reached behind her and unbuttoned her bra, tossing the garment over the side of the bed and allowing Draco to stare hungrily at her gorgeous breasts. His eyes spoke of such an intense, growing desire that she gasped in surprise when the former Slytherin’s hands began to struggle very violently against the belt that tied them together.
Somehow sensing that she was running out of time, she leaned down and took him into her mouth once more, inciting Draco to struggle even more as the headboard began to rock dangerously from his impressive strength. When his struggles stopped for a moment and she heard him whimpering her name, she finally pulled away and leaned back up to straddle him again.
Leaning down and meeting his lips in a sensuous kiss that left both their tongues battling fiercely with the other’s, Jaimee finally gave in, unhooked her underwear and impaled herself against his long, hard length. She heard him moaning against their intertwined lips, his hands beginning to struggle wildly again as he longed to wrap them around her waist.
She placed her hands flat on his chest and steadied herself carefully before very slowly beginning to move against him, eliciting more agonizing sounds of pleasure and impatience from her very agitated husband.
Draco pulled away from their kiss and watched her as she rode him with deliberate slowness, her own breaths coming in shallow gasps and her eyes dilated with pleasure. Her ample breasts moved seductively with her movements – driving him absolutely crazy with lust as he watched her, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around her beautiful body and drive himself into her again and again until she was screaming his name.
They stayed like this for several minutes, her pace steadily increasing and driving him even more over the edge, especially when the headboard behind them began to creak noisily in time with her faster movements and she had leaned down to lick and bite at his neck.
Draco nearly yelled out loud in frustration when she began to moan softly and closed her eyes, her hips now moving at a frantic pace that impaled him inside her body over and over again. His name whispered from her half-open lips had been the last straw for him and with every ounce of strength he had, he finally yanked his hands and violently snapped the belt holding them loose, causing Jaimee to stop her movements and blink at him in shock.
“H-How?!”
She was answered by a fierce, angry growl before he had roughly flipped them over and pinned her arms up over her head, shoving himself into her with a harsh, punishing thrust. She screamed his name out loud at this and he silenced her by clamping his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and hungrily devouring her taste.
He thrust violently into her several times as though in punishment, causing the headrest of the bed to bang noisily even more against the wall at their wild movements. She moaned and whimpered loudly when he leaned down to kiss, suck and lick hungrily at her breasts – lavishing enough attention on each nipple until they had both grown tender and sensitive to the slightest touch.
His hands moved down to squeeze her arse tightly and he used this position to yank her hips in time with his thrusts, silently urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Once she had done this, Draco suddenly surprised her when he stopped his movements entirely and looked down at her, his face flushed with raw desire and exertion.
She looked back up at him in surprised silence, watching as he slowly lowered himself and caught her lips in a gentle, loving kiss as opposed to his usual demanding urgency. The hands he had used to grip her arse loosened and he moved one of them up instead to caress her face.
“I love you…”
He smiled at her as soon as the words had left his mouth, watching as she looked up and smiled back at him, reaching her arms up to wrap them around the nape of his neck.
“I love you too…”
As he bent back down and began to trail soft kisses along her breasts, she pressed her hands against the warm, flushed skin of his back and closed her eyes as his thrusts grew from hard and rough to deep and lingeringly slow – hitting that sweet spot inside her over and over again until she was sobbing and crying out his name.
Draco didn’t stop, however, and continued to lavish her with sweet kisses all over her body, thrusting in gently again and again until the entire room around her had dimmed into total blackness and she could see nothing else except the beautiful silver of his eyes.
Even after she had already come screaming his name, he continued to thrust inside her, lingering over her endlessly and worshiping her entire body with his own. He had bent down and kissed at her neck when she began to tremble and whimper again – already feeling herself about to explode once more just minutes after the first time.
He pulled back and watched the emotions of pleasure and love flitting over her beautiful, flushed face over and over again, his efforts never ceasing as Jaimee reached her second, third and even fourth climax in his arms until eventually, she was pleading with him to join her.
She looked imploringly up at him and pulled his face down in another kiss. Her entire body felt weak, sore and exhausted when she pulled away from him but she met his steady gaze easily, noting that his jaw was clenched in exertion and he was fighting desperately to keep himself from exploding.
As he continued to thrust deep into her, she reached up and stroked his cheek, bringing his eyes down to look at the smile on her face. At this point, she couldn’t tell how many times she had said the next three words to him but it seemed that Draco needed her to say it each time almost as much as he needed her to say she loved him.
“Let it go.”
With that, the pace of his thrusts picked up and he began thrusting hard and fast into her again and again, easily bringing her over the edge once more and this time – taking himself along with her. When she came for the fifth time that night and screamed her throat sore, Draco gave one last deep plunge into her before he finally came – achingly moaning out her name and trembling violently as he spilled every last bit of himself into her willing body.
Utterly and completely spent, he collapsed on top of her and rolled them over so that she was lying cradled against his chest. He was still inside her when he pulled the white blanket over their exhausted, aching bodies.
*End of Deleted Scene*
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Chapter 31: Bombshell (Deleted Scene)
*The Perfect Girl: Chapter 31 (Deleted Scene)*
Just as she had washed the bubbles out of her hair and was about to turn the shower right off, she heard the shower stall’s entrance slide open loudly behind her and she whirled around in panic, ready to scream and curse angrily at the pervert who had dared to peek at her.
“You sick peeping pervert, I’m going to blow your eyes up to the size of balloons—”
She was immediately silenced when she felt a pair of warm, insistent lips claiming her own right before she was shoved forcefully backwards into the stall’s white tiled walls. Grunting in pain at the collision, she had just enough time to recognize the look of pure animalistic lust in a familiar pair of silver orbs before Draco’s lips were on hers again and he pressed her firmly against the wall, his hands reaching down and grabbing her arse.
Blinking in shock, she barely registered the fact that the shower water was still running when Draco began divesting himself of his own clothes, yanking impatiently at his Quidditch robes and shirt while at the same time, never breaking contact with her lips.
Jaimee gasped out loud against their intertwined lips when he grabbed at her arse again and hoisted her up roughly against the wall, supporting her with his strength and positioning her so that her legs locked themselves tightly around his waist.
He was still wearing his pants when he began grinding himself brutally against her, his mouth finally leaving hers and descending to her left breast to suck greedily on her nipple. Wincing at his painful ministrations, she tried to speak but it ended up a whimper when Draco looked up and used one hand to yank her hair, forcing her head to tilt sideways to expose her neck.
Once his hand snaked back down her waist to support her, he leaned down and began licking and kissing at the bite marks on her neck, eliciting more soft moans from the Gryffindor. Without so much as a single word of warning, he grinded himself harder against her naked body, purposely creating a teasing friction that drove her mad with lust.
Looking up into his face, she saw for the briefest moment the maniacal gleam of anger-heightened lust in his eyes before his lips were on hers again – his body pressing and grinding so hard against hers that she lost all account of where his form ended and hers began.
The bulging arousal in his pants was rubbing so hard against her inner thigh that it was beginning to hurt and this was confirmed when he thrust his hips against hers again, causing her to wince as she was shoved painfully against the wall once more and she felt bruises forming on her back.
Finally realizing her need for oxygen, she broke their kiss and turned her head sideways to catch her breath, shutting her eyes when Draco wasted no time in lavishing his lips along her breasts instead. The shower was still running and pouring water along their heated bodies – drenching both their forms and making it even more difficult for her to breathe.
Draco must have realize somehow the inconvenience his drenched pants was causing them and in a matter of seconds, the garment was discarded on top of the pile of sweat-drenched Quidditch robes gathered just below Jaimee’s dangling feet.
Then – in one harsh, greedy thrust – Draco had shoved his hard, entire length right into the throbbing wetness between her legs, eliciting a loud sharp scream from her as she was forced to clench her eyes at the sudden intrusion of him inside her.
No further foreplay or intimate words of love and comfort were exchanged as Draco immediately began pounding relentlessly into her welcoming heat, grunting and growling in exertion as he shoved her repeatedly against the cold tiled walls of the shower stall. His jaw clenched in growing impatience, he grasped her thighs tighter with his hands and raised her legs up higher so he could impale himself deeper into her, the soles of her feet pressing against the stall’s entrance doors.
She supported herself up by placing her hands on his taut shoulders, wincing again and again as the wall bruised against her back and her feet kicked at the stall doors. Her loud moans and breathless whimpers echoed clearly in the silence of the locker room – along with the rhythmic, clanging sounds the shower stall door was making from the his wild thrusts and movements.
His thrusts were neither aiming for pleasure nor for love but for much needed release and she offered herself up to him, tilting her face up and meeting his lips in an equally bruising passionate kiss. Her nails were burying deep into the skin on his back but she didn’t protest nor did she push him away despite the obvious anger emanating from his actions. In fact, she was actually surprised at herself when she realized that she understood him completely.
He was trying to redirect and more importantly relieve all the pent-up anger in his system through passion instead so that all the negative feelings would leave him and he could eventually calm himself down. She knew and understood him so perfectly that she welcomed each of his rough thrusts into her body, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face against his shoulder.
Closing her eyes, a couple more soft moans and whimpers escaped her lips as he continued to pound harshly – almost angrily – into her body again and again. He was flushing and cringing in so much tormented exertion that he had to lean down and bury his own face into her neck to keep at his frantic pace.
His heavy breathing and panting against her ear were becoming desperately erratic with each thrust and it wasn’t until she felt him beginning to tremble from exhaustion that Jaimee finally squeezed his shoulder and spoke up in a soft, loving whisper.
“I love you…It’s okay…Let it go…” She hushed gently, caressing his cheek with her lips. Hearing the sweet words, Draco finally shut his eyes and gave one last powerful thrust – the force of which contrasting with the weak, shaky whimper that had escaped him.
Leaning down to press his lips desperately in need against hers, he finally allowed himself to explode inside her, pouring along with his essence every drop of the consuming anger, suspicion and doubt that had been trapped inside his body and plaguing his mind for the entire week.
The soft, shaky whisper that soon came from his mouth following his release rang clearly in her ears. Knowing that such an apology from him could only be ever given to her and no one else, his words brought a small, tender smile to Jaimee’s lips.
“I—I’m so sorry, Harry…”
Just as she had washed the bubbles out of her hair and was about to turn the shower right off, she heard the shower stall’s entrance slide open loudly behind her and she whirled around in panic, ready to scream and curse angrily at the pervert who had dared to peek at her.
“You sick peeping pervert, I’m going to blow your eyes up to the size of balloons—”
She was immediately silenced when she felt a pair of warm, insistent lips claiming her own right before she was shoved forcefully backwards into the stall’s white tiled walls. Grunting in pain at the collision, she had just enough time to recognize the look of pure animalistic lust in a familiar pair of silver orbs before Draco’s lips were on hers again and he pressed her firmly against the wall, his hands reaching down and grabbing her arse.
Blinking in shock, she barely registered the fact that the shower water was still running when Draco began divesting himself of his own clothes, yanking impatiently at his Quidditch robes and shirt while at the same time, never breaking contact with her lips.
Jaimee gasped out loud against their intertwined lips when he grabbed at her arse again and hoisted her up roughly against the wall, supporting her with his strength and positioning her so that her legs locked themselves tightly around his waist.
He was still wearing his pants when he began grinding himself brutally against her, his mouth finally leaving hers and descending to her left breast to suck greedily on her nipple. Wincing at his painful ministrations, she tried to speak but it ended up a whimper when Draco looked up and used one hand to yank her hair, forcing her head to tilt sideways to expose her neck.
Once his hand snaked back down her waist to support her, he leaned down and began licking and kissing at the bite marks on her neck, eliciting more soft moans from the Gryffindor. Without so much as a single word of warning, he grinded himself harder against her naked body, purposely creating a teasing friction that drove her mad with lust.
Looking up into his face, she saw for the briefest moment the maniacal gleam of anger-heightened lust in his eyes before his lips were on hers again – his body pressing and grinding so hard against hers that she lost all account of where his form ended and hers began.
The bulging arousal in his pants was rubbing so hard against her inner thigh that it was beginning to hurt and this was confirmed when he thrust his hips against hers again, causing her to wince as she was shoved painfully against the wall once more and she felt bruises forming on her back.
Finally realizing her need for oxygen, she broke their kiss and turned her head sideways to catch her breath, shutting her eyes when Draco wasted no time in lavishing his lips along her breasts instead. The shower was still running and pouring water along their heated bodies – drenching both their forms and making it even more difficult for her to breathe.
Draco must have realize somehow the inconvenience his drenched pants was causing them and in a matter of seconds, the garment was discarded on top of the pile of sweat-drenched Quidditch robes gathered just below Jaimee’s dangling feet.
Then – in one harsh, greedy thrust – Draco had shoved his hard, entire length right into the throbbing wetness between her legs, eliciting a loud sharp scream from her as she was forced to clench her eyes at the sudden intrusion of him inside her.
No further foreplay or intimate words of love and comfort were exchanged as Draco immediately began pounding relentlessly into her welcoming heat, grunting and growling in exertion as he shoved her repeatedly against the cold tiled walls of the shower stall. His jaw clenched in growing impatience, he grasped her thighs tighter with his hands and raised her legs up higher so he could impale himself deeper into her, the soles of her feet pressing against the stall’s entrance doors.
She supported herself up by placing her hands on his taut shoulders, wincing again and again as the wall bruised against her back and her feet kicked at the stall doors. Her loud moans and breathless whimpers echoed clearly in the silence of the locker room – along with the rhythmic, clanging sounds the shower stall door was making from the his wild thrusts and movements.
His thrusts were neither aiming for pleasure nor for love but for much needed release and she offered herself up to him, tilting her face up and meeting his lips in an equally bruising passionate kiss. Her nails were burying deep into the skin on his back but she didn’t protest nor did she push him away despite the obvious anger emanating from his actions. In fact, she was actually surprised at herself when she realized that she understood him completely.
He was trying to redirect and more importantly relieve all the pent-up anger in his system through passion instead so that all the negative feelings would leave him and he could eventually calm himself down. She knew and understood him so perfectly that she welcomed each of his rough thrusts into her body, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face against his shoulder.
Closing her eyes, a couple more soft moans and whimpers escaped her lips as he continued to pound harshly – almost angrily – into her body again and again. He was flushing and cringing in so much tormented exertion that he had to lean down and bury his own face into her neck to keep at his frantic pace.
His heavy breathing and panting against her ear were becoming desperately erratic with each thrust and it wasn’t until she felt him beginning to tremble from exhaustion that Jaimee finally squeezed his shoulder and spoke up in a soft, loving whisper.
“I love you…It’s okay…Let it go…” She hushed gently, caressing his cheek with her lips. Hearing the sweet words, Draco finally shut his eyes and gave one last powerful thrust – the force of which contrasting with the weak, shaky whimper that had escaped him.
Leaning down to press his lips desperately in need against hers, he finally allowed himself to explode inside her, pouring along with his essence every drop of the consuming anger, suspicion and doubt that had been trapped inside his body and plaguing his mind for the entire week.
The soft, shaky whisper that soon came from his mouth following his release rang clearly in her ears. Knowing that such an apology from him could only be ever given to her and no one else, his words brought a small, tender smile to Jaimee’s lips.
“I—I’m so sorry, Harry…”
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