This chapter contains smut, if this makes you uncomfortable skip. The story can still be understood without reading this chapter.

Draco needed Eleanor like air, like water, like the very blood in his veins. Every night, the world outside ceased to exist, the chaos and darkness of their lives fading into the background when the manor was still, and it was just the two of them. In the quiet sanctuary of his bedroom, Draco didn't just show Eleanor that she mattered—he worshipped her, as though every part of her had been made for him, as if she was the one good thing in a life so often filled with evil.

Every touch, every whisper, was a reminder that he would always be there for her, even when everything else fell apart. She might have been lost to the world, drowning in a sea of despair, but in Draco's arms, she was cherished. In those moments, she was everything.

He loved her fiercely, obsessively. There was no other way to describe it. His hands, rough yet reverent, would trace the curves of her body, fingers gliding through her soaked folds, teasing her just enough to make her beg. And she did beg-beautifully, desperately, as though her very soul depended on it.

Draco's heart raced every time, his cock twitching in response to her ragged breaths, her flushed skin, the way her body arched in perfect rhythm to his touch. He would take his time, savoring every gasp, every moan that slipped from her lips. He loved watching her fall apart, seeing the pleasure contort her features, knowing that he was the only one who could bring her to this edge. He thrived on it, utterly addicted to the way she came undone for him.

Tonight, like so many nights before, his mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue moving expertly through her folds. He devoured her like she was the sweetest sin, her taste driving him wild. Her thighs trembled around his head, her fingers twisted roughly through his hair, and still, Draco held back, pushing her further and further until she was teetering on the brink of madness.

"I need you, Draco. Please," Eleanor whispered, her voice a breathy plea.

That was all it took. Draco wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, his body moving up hers in one fluid motion, his gaze dark and hungry. Her legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer, and without hesitation, Eleanor guided him inside of her, her body welcoming him in like it was made to fit him.

Draco groaned as he buried himself deep within her, feeling every inch of her warmth. They moved together like a force of nature, desperate and unrelenting. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through them both, the heat between them rising, until there was nothing left but the sensation of their bodies entwined. Eleanor's nails dug into his back, her moans filling the room as Draco's rhythm quickened, his need for her taking over completely.

There was no escape from this—their connection, the bond they shared. In this moment, they were all that mattered. Every stroke of his cock, every gasp that escaped her lips, every whispered plea and moan—it was all part of the spell they cast on each other, the love that consumed them whole.

"Draco..." Eleanor moaned his name, her body trembling beneath him as she reached the edge.

"I've got you," Draco murmured, his voice rough and low, his lips brushing against her ear as he thrust deeper. "I'll always have you."

Eleanor shattered in his arms, her body tensing as the orgasm ripped through her, her cries echoing in the room. Draco followed soon after, burying himself inside her one final time as his own release overtook him, leaving him breathless and spent.

For a moment, they were silent, their bodies still intertwined, their breathing heavy. Eleanor's head rested on Draco's chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart calming the storm inside her. The world outside was still a nightmare, but here, wrapped in his arms, she could almost believe that everything would be okay.

Draco's body softened inside her, but Eleanor wasn't ready for the moment to end. This—being with him like this—was the only thing that made sense in the chaos that had become her life. The only time she could escape the weight of the world pressing down on her.

Her hips began to move again, grinding up against him, her movements slow and desperate. Draco's breath hitched as he felt her, his body instinctively responding to her need. He stiffened inside her, and Eleanor let out a soft, relieved moan, the heat between them reigniting with every subtle shift.

"More," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "I need more, please."

Who was he to refuse her? Draco couldn't deny Eleanor anything, not when she asked like that, her eyes glazed with need. He gripped her hips, guiding her as he began to thrust inside her again, harder this time, deeper.

Each movement was filled with raw desire, his cock hitting her sweet spot, drawing whimpers from her lips. Eleanor's legs widened, pulling him even closer, as if trying to meld their bodies into one.

Draco groaned, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he whispered against her ear, "I love you, Eleanor."

His words were filled with an urgency, a need to remind her of what was real-of what they still had amidst the madness surrounding them. He bit gently at her neck, sucking love bites into her skin, marking her as his.

"I love you too," Eleanor rasped, her voice raw, her nails digging into his back, carving crescent moons into his skin. "So much."

Every thrust was desperate, as if neither of them wanted this to end, as if this moment was all they had left. Draco buried himself inside her, deeper and deeper, their bodies colliding in perfect rhythm.

The headboard creaked against the wall, but neither of them noticed, lost in the intoxicating haze of each other.

Eleanor's breath hitched, her back arching as Draco hit her cervix, the pleasure bordering on pain. She welcomed it. This was the only place where she could lose herself, where everything disappeared except for Draco-the one constant in the whirlwind of darkness.

Draco's grip on her tightened, his pace relentless now, every thrust an act of devotion. His cock was swollen, throbbing inside her, driving her closer to the edge with every movement. He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling as she neared her peak once again. He never tired of this, of watching her fall apart under his touch.

"I'm close," she whimpered, her voice shaking as she clung to him, her entire body tense, on the verge of breaking.

"Let go," he urged, his voice thick with desire.

And she did-her body shuddered violently as the orgasm washed over her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing down on her. Her cries filled the room, her fingers gripping him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded.

Draco followed her over the edge, his own release tearing through him, his body shaking as he spilled into her, his breath ragged.

For a moment, they stayed like that, bodies entangled, their breathing heavy and uneven. Draco kissed her forehead softly, his lips lingering there as if he could seal the moment, keep them frozen in time where nothing else mattered.

But as the heat between them began to cool and the room fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of reality began to creep back in. Eleanor's eyes fluttered open, her gaze distant, as if the darkness outside the room had slipped back inside her mind.