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…”