malfoys:

His lids snapped open and his wild-ash stare was taking in every cell that belonged to her. He could never deny her. He’d never honestly been able to deny himself… His head jerked forward, his mind rich with the need to touch her. Taste her. He’d been starved of her for twelve days and it had left him forsaken and with trembling withdrawals. He paused and yielded to the itch in his thumb, running it across her bottom lip before he followed with his mouth.

Somewhere between a brush and a kiss. Somewhere between bliss and hell. ( x )