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!”

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