𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 : a Filipino term that means destiny and fate.
A famous ballet dancer, the Prima Ballerina, the graceful dancer, a half-asian dancer, who's adored by many.
Y/n Magindara has dedicated her life to dancing in ballet theaters ever since...
A/N: Hello guys! I apologize for uploading late. I haven't been really well lately because something bad happened in our school and made me mentally drained for almost a week now. But as promised, here is the new chapter.
[Mature Content ahead...]
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It was hunger. He was hungry for her touch on his skin, hungry for his lips to leave kisses all over her body. These actions may have been forbidden by her mother, but he couldn't help but just speak to her or even kiss her lips and touch her skin. He has craved her every day ever since they parted ways due to Mrs. Magindara's awful decisions.
He had touched her breast beneath the material covering it. His mask fell on the floor as he tried reaching for the strings that tightened her frock at her back whilst kissing the crook of her neck. He didn't know why he had kissed her when he knew they'd get caught at any moment, especially when the room wasn't locked and her soft airy breath, followed by her moans, may be heard from outside. So, he stopped, grabbing her hand and in just mere moments, Y/n felt as if the world swirled for a few seconds and now found herself in an all too familiar room.
It was Draco's bedroom. He recognized it because she went here before they went to Sirmione, but she never truly remembered that night she got drunk and almost threw up on his carpet floor.
He smashed his lips again unto hers. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and her one hand messing up with his blond hair, not even realizing that Draco had already untied the thin ribbon that kept her dress attached to her skin. But now that it had been undone, she had let the dress fall onto the ground, only leaving her with black tight inner shorts and her naked chest. Her hands also rather got busy on taking off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt then threw it away from his body as she traced her fingers unto his abdomen up to his chest whilst her lips never broke apart from his until he had pushed her onto his bed and hovered over her.
Pure lust was written all over his eyes.
They both were unsure how they got to this point and Draco knew that he wasn't supposed to do it. They were aware that this wasn't the best idea, especially when they had broken up, whilst they were still a ball they must return to. But what they weren't aware of is that neither of them knew they missed each other but just didn't want to admit it.
He sucked the crook of her neck, leaving a purple mark, as moved his kiss down — not living a single trace on her upper body. He wanted to please her, make her feel that he had always adored her body. But to her, he was only doing this to please her and nothing more since that is what he's known for.
