"Consumed by Hunger"

Draco's eyes burned with an insatiable hunger as he gazed at Erin, his body still quivering with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. The glimmer of affection he had seen in his own eyes had surprised him, but it was nothing compared to the primal urge that now drove him. He felt like a starved predator, his senses heightened as he homed in on his prey. As he leaned in, his lips brushing against Erin's ear, she shivered, her body responding to the gentle caress. But Draco was not interested in gentle. He wanted to devour her, to consume her entire being. His tongue darted out, tracing the curve of her ear, and Erin gasped, her body trembling. Draco's hands roamed over her skin, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he pulled her closer. His mouth opened wide, revealing sharp teeth, and Erin felt a surge of fear mixed with desire. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, one that would leave her breathless and begging for more. As Draco's lips crashed down on hers, Erin felt herself being consumed by his hunger. His mouth was a cavern of heat and darkness, and she was helpless to resist his invasion. His tongue thrust deep, claiming her as his own, and Erin felt her body respond, her lips parting to allow him deeper access. The kiss was brutal, with Draco's mouth devouring hers like a starved animal. Erin felt herself being marked, his teeth nipping at her skin as he left his signature on her. She arched her back, her body straining towards him, and Draco responded by pinning her to the bed. His hands held her down, his fingers biting into her skin as he ravaged her mouth. Erin felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her body screaming for release. She was his prey, and he was the predator, unstoppable and unrelenting. As the kiss deepened, Erin's body began to respond, her hips bucking upwards as she sought to escape the pressure building inside her. Draco's hands roamed over her skin, his fingers finding her nipples and tweaking them until she cried out. The sound was music to his ears, and Draco responded by increasing the pressure, his mouth moving down her body as he sought to claim her as his own. His teeth sank into her shoulder, and Erin felt a rush of pain mixed with pleasure. She was his, body and soul, and Draco knew it. He had marked her, claimed her as his own, and she would never be the same again. As he pulled back, his eyes locked onto hers, and Erin saw the triumph there, the knowledge that he had consumed her, body and soul. Draco's chest heaved with exertion, his body still quivering with hunger. But as he gazed at Erin, he saw something there that made his heart skip a beat. She was not afraid, not really. She was submissive, yielding to his dominance, and that knowledge sent a surge of power through him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, "You're mine now. Forever."