𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐃.𝐌

σηє-нυη∂яє∂ & ѕєνєη

Listen to Below Zero (slowed) by SLVG

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ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘᴏᴛɪꜰʏ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ ʟɪɴᴋ ɪɴ ʙɪᴏ.
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They looked demonic. Nothing was pure or gentle about them and kindness was a foreign thing. They just stared into the eyes of each other, heavy breaths and blood covering their faces. What was the next move? What do they do now?

Draco had just shoved his dead father's corpse to the floor and a puddle of blood was forming around his lifeless body. His eyes remained open, staring into the abyss. But Draco—? he was looking into the wicked eyes of the girl he loved with his father's blood still wet and dripping from her jaw.

Why did he want to kiss her so badly?

Draco raised his bloody and bruised hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth of the blood. Her green, beautiful eyes looked at him like he was a God. Like she would do anything and everything for him. He both hated and loved that. Her lips parted like she too wanted nothing more than to share a kiss in this fucked up moment.

So, Draco leant in like she was a seductress of the night and kissed her soft, bloodied lips. There was nothing gentle about the kiss. It was rough and full of need. He groaned into her just as she made the sweetest of moans. Three dead corpses lay around the room and not once did Vienna or Draco gives them a second thought.

They were simply forgotten.

He stood with Vienna in his grip, her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked to the desk in the room and not once did he break the kiss. Every bone in their bodies was pulsating with need. Draco placed her on the desk and she arched her body into he him. Her legs still wrapped around his waist and the straps of her dress had fallen down her arms.

Oh, that blinding white dress looked much better now, covered in blood— "What are we going to. . . do now?" Vienna questioned through kisses.

Draco moved to her neck and placed soft, territorial kisses on her skin and she gripped his messy, bloody hair in a haze of pleasure, "I know what I want to do. . ." he grinned against her.

"Someone could have heard the gunshot," Vienna mumbled, "someone could be coming."

"Yeah, you—"

She couldn't help the smile that came to her lips but she refused to get caught again. Not after last time, after they killed her dad and ended up on the run and Draco dying—

But her body was betraying her. She wanted nothing more than for Draco to take her right here, covered in blood and corpses as their audience.

"Seriously, Draco," Vienna raised his head from her neck, "We have to cover this up. We need to leave."

His eyes narrowed with disappointment and unfulfilled need but she was right. It was stupid to have sex after they just murdered three people.

"Okay," Draco placed his hands on her thighs as they rested in front of him, on the desk, "I'll call Owens."

She raised a brow, "are you sure that's a good idea?"

"It's the only one I have," Draco answered, looking past her to the man he beat to a bloody death, "and besides. . . he's good at covering up this sort of shit."

Vienna nodded, and then smiled, "he is going to kill us when he finds out what we've done."

"He wouldn't dare," Draco purred against her lips, leaning closer to her and planting a final kiss on her lips before pulling out his phone and calling Owens.