Once Estelle sank onto him, he didn’t try to stop her pace, didn’t try to take her wrists nor keep her still. Instead Leo let her grind and drag and take whatever she wanted, even if it was aggravating to be chasing something that he wanted. His hands bracketed her hips, resting there as if to keep her where she was, although they both knew that she wasn’t going to go anywhere. It was nice, peaceful, until she opened her mouth to confirm it was the last time they’d be together.

Not that Leo would believe that; Estelle Malfoy was his, and always would be in some way. She’d come crawling back to him, even if it was just for a quick hate sex session.

“Pathetic?” He laughed, his head tipping back against the couch. “You say it like you aren’t clenching down on me like you’ll die without it.” He exhaled through his nose, a sound too close to a groan for his liking. His thumbs pressed hard into her hipbones, the only betrayal of the strain he kept otherwise hidden. “You can say whatever you want Estelle, but you’ll still come apart right here.” Leo pushed up into her then, not enough to take the rhythm from her, just enough to remind her how much he could if he really wanted to. His hands flexed against her hips, fingers sliding lower, dragging her closer onto him.

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