Lily’s POV
"Draco... please, I need to go to school tomorrow." My voice was shaky but firm enough to draw a reaction.
He was already halfway into undressing, the tailored suit he'd worn to his meeting now discarded on the floor. His hands were on the zipper of his pants, and his eyes, those maddeningly dark eyes, were locked on me like I was his next meal.
Some crazy s*x-hungry fiancé I have.
"I'm trying really hard not to touch you," he muttered, his jaw clenching, "but dammit, Lily… look at you."
I didn’t need a mirror to know what I looked like. Silk robe clinging to my skin, hair still slightly damp from my bath, and exhaustion painting shadows beneath my eyes. He didn’t see the fatigue. He saw prey.
He stepped closer and I took a careful step back. “I’m serious, Draco. I can’t k
