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He was watching her again. Willow Rosenberg couldn't resist the pleased smile that crossed her pretty face at that knowledge. She was in a beautiful resort town in France, having come to spend spring break with her parents who promptly left her alone to go attend a meeting in Switzerland. In two days, she'd be heading back to Sunnydale, back to school and life and loneliness. She'd made a vow to herself to enjoy her unexpected trip to Europe and not spend her time thinking about the strained friendship with Buffy and the fact that she rarely saw Xander because her best friend was busy with work and Anya and the fact that it had been six months since Oz had left her and she still missed him. Overall, life at home wasn't all that great at the moment so she'd welcomed a trip to visit her parents with an enthusiasm that was completely real. She'd known that they would probably ignore her, having spent the majority of her life being ignored by them and rather accustomed to it by now. As it was, she had had a chance to just enjoy her vacation, doing crazy things like bungee jumping and flirting with locals.

She'd been at the resort for two days before she'd felt someone watching her. She'd thought she was imagining it, too many years on the Hellmouth could turn even the most logical person a little paranoid. She'd gotten up to leave to the pool, planning to take a quick shower before dinner, and she'd noticed him. He was absolutely gorgeous, ranking up there with Angel and Spike on the list of most handsome men she'd ever seen. Pale blond hair that fell past his shoulders, framing a classic face that looked like something out of the old paintings of angels that she'd seen in museums. Full lips, an aristocratic nose, eyes that were a cold pale blue, almost gray, that were intense and intelligent. He was tall, at least six foot two, and had a great body from what she could see in the very expensive black trousers and dark green shirt he was wearing, the fabric of the shirt molding an athletic chest and strong arms. He was just about perfect, and he was staring at her with a knowing smirk on his lips. She'd blushed and hurried to her room, thinking how embarrassing it was to get caught lusting after the stranger. She knew she had to have imagined him looking at her. There were many beautiful women at this resort, not afraid of showing all the gifts God, or their plastic surgeons, gave them. There was no way that major league hottie was looking at her when those women were everywhere.

Well, it turned out she was wrong. Two more days passed by and she'd felt that intense stare on her numerous times, always tracing it back to those beautiful eyes and that smug smirk. He hadn't approached her, unlike some of the younger guys at the resort. There had been no flirting, no winks, nothing except that thoughtful intensity and those full lips curved into that knowing smile. Willow was considering making the first move, something that shocked her because she was so not a forward kind of girl. She laughed off the flirting the other men did, finding it amusing but not taking it seriously. This man, though, with the aura of power and confidence, with those eyes and that sneer and even the hair, which was so weird because Willow had never found long hair attractive but on him it just fit somehow. The redhead didn't care that she didn't know this man, didn't care that she was leaving in a couple of days and would never see him again, didn't care about anything except the fact that this gorgeous guy seemed to find her attractive and wanted her. She hadn't been wanted in such a long time, and Oz had never looked at her with such concentration, such passion. She'd loved Oz, still did in a way, but there had never really been fireworks or heat between them. She wanted fireworks. This man, this stranger, he seemed to promise fireworks with just a look and a curve of his lips.

Willow was nineteen years old. She had spent her life being dependable and smart, never taking risks except for befriending Buffy, never doing anything daring or stupid. Now, here in this French resort, she was considering doing something very stupid. She was considering giving herself to the handsome man who had spent days watching her, wanting to feel his hands on her body, wanting to feel him inside her. She'd woken from dreams aching for him, reaching for someone that wasn't there, his face in her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about him, wondering how he tasted, wanting to fuck him. There, she said it. She wanted to fuck this stranger. Not make love, not even have sex. She wanted a good, rough, hard fuck. Something she'd never normally do but seemed fitting for this fantasy vacation where she'd been acting rather unWillow-like. She'd been taking chances, doing things she'd have never thought she'd do, and surely sex with a stranger was the number one on her list of activities she'd never thought she'd be brave enough to try. Of course, who said he wanted her? Sure, he watched her and seemed to be seducing her without words, but maybe he was just bored and playing a game. Seduce the American and then laugh when she succumbs. Yeah, Willow could definitely see that being feasible. She was pulled from her thoughts by the chair opposite her being moved. She looked up, her green eyes widening when she found herself looking directly at him, her stranger.

"You are too lovely to sit alone," he informed her with an arched brow, seeming to dare her to send him away.

"Thank you," Willow stammered, finding his voice even more delicious than she'd imagined. He was English, his accent even more cultured and pompous than Giles. He spoke in a soft but commanding tone, his words husky enough to cause shivers throughout her body. She could easily imagine it purring her name as he came inside her. Her face flushed under his gaze, knowing he couldn't possibly read her naughty thoughts but feeling suddenly like a silly child.

"I wonder what thoughts have brought such a pretty blush to your cheeks, innocent little Willow Rosenberg," he said thoughtfully, his pale eyes flashing with awareness.

"How do you know my name?" she asked quietly, unable to look away from his eyes.

"I make it a practice to learn about my prey," he said simply, purring the word prey in such a way that Willow could feel her panties getting wet even as part of her was a bit scared at the knowledge that he knew her name. He smiled then, fully aware of her arousal, running his tongue lightly over his upper lip as he said, "I have wanted you since I first saw you by the pool. Such innocence, such beauty, such strength. When I noticed you, I had to resist the urge to walk across the path and run my tongue along your body, removing the drops of water from your heated flesh. Never have I been envious of a drop of water until I watched as they dripped along the curves of your breasts and down your stomach. You have a stunning body, my dear. Your breasts are natural, perky, and I know they will fit the shape of my hand perfectly."

"Oh God," Willow whispered softly, feeling herself responding to his voice and that look in his eyes, her breasts reacting as if they could feel his hands on them, her nipples hardening against her cotton shirt.

"Not God," he smirked, his eyes moving to her breasts and back to her eyes, "your breasts are aching for me. I can see them straining to free themselves from the material hiding them from my gaze, from my touch, from my mouth. Are you wet, Willow? I would wager that you are, your knickers soaking with need, your legs ready to spread for me. Do you want me to give you what you want? To show you such pleasure that you'll feel as if your world has exploded? To follow through on this game we've been playing for days?"

"Yes," her voice was so soft she hadn't even realized she'd spoken. She saw a flash of triumph in his eyes before he smiled, standing and offering her his hand. She took his hand, gasping at the feeling of heat that spread throughout her just from that casual touch. Her body was on fire, aching and needing, no doubts in her mind at all as she realized that she wanted this, wanted him. She didn't care if she didn't know him, didn't care that she'd never see him again, didn't care that he was nearly twice her age. She had to have him, preferably inside her.

"I must confess, if you had said no, I would not have accepted your answer," he told her as they entered the elevator. He smiled then, seeing the flash of fear in her eyes before it was replaced by desire, "I always get what I want, Willow. I would have not had you deny what we both so desperately want. I am not a man to be trifled with, and you find that confidence, that arrogance, arousing, do you not?"

"The power is intoxicating," she said softly, unable to deny his words.

"You are attracted to the danger, to the power, to the risk," he moved his hand along her cheek, his pale eyes flashing with need as he caressed her warm flesh. "I knew when I first saw you that you would belong to me, that you were meant to be mine. You've bewitched me, my dear. I must have you."

"I am yours," she whispered before his lips claimed hers. He ravished her mouth, possessing her, his hands moving behind her and pulling her against his hard body. Willow returned the kiss with equal ferocity, loving the taste of him. Distantly, she heard the sound of the bell signaling that the elevator had arrived at her floor. She felt him release her mouth, his eyes now blazing with desire and arousal as he pulled her down the hall. She gave him her key, watching his hands as he opened the door to her room. He had wonderful hands, such lovely long fingers, and she couldn't wait to feel them on her body.

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He faced her when they entered her bedroom, his eyes slowly moving over her body. His lips curved into a smile as he demanded, "Undress for me."

"What?" Willow was a bit surprised, feeling suddenly shy as she looked nervously at the floor.

"Undress," he said sharply, watching as her head raised and her eyes flashed with arousal at his tone.

Willow kicked off her shoes first, followed by her skirt and shirt. She stood in front of him wearing only her undies, not able to look away from his face. She had to admit that she found his dominant side arousing, feeling a bit perverted for being turned on by his roughness but not caring. She wanted him so badly, needed him.

"I didn't tell you to stop," he remarked with a sneer, his eyes moving over her partially bared body. She was even more magnificent than he'd imagined. He cursed softly, hating this need he felt for the muggle standing before him. He'd spent days seducing the child, not at all caring that she was not much older than his own son, knowing only that he wanted her and fully planned on getting what he wanted. He hadn't asked to be forced to come to this silly muggle resort, that being entirely Narcissa's doing, wanting a vacation from the wizarding world. Ridiculous and he'd not been at all pleased about her choice of destinations.

He'd been bored within a day, letting her go shopping and whatever other activities kept her away from him. He'd caught her shagging a waiter and been thrilled that she had found someone to release her tensions with, but he had been reminded that he had not found such release in longer than he cared to admit. That's when he'd gone to the pool for some air and seen the vision that was now standing in front of him. Lucius Malfoy was many things but he was not a stupid man. He could sense the magic around this girl, though he was disgusted to realize that she was merely a muggle-born and not the pureblood he had hoped. That had not stopped his fascination with her, his attraction to her mixture of innocence and strength, the sound of her laughter enough to cause him to harden beyond belief. He'd begun his seduction immediately, knowing that he would not leave this dreadful place until he had fucked this little girl into exhaustion. Luckily, it had not required force or a spell, the redhead finding him attractive and just as intriguing as he found her. "Sorry, um," she said quietly, asking shyly, "what's your name?"

"Lucius," he said, "now finish undressing. I want to see your breasts and the wetness that I know will be dripping from the curls between your legs."

Willow reached behind her, unfastening her bra and letting it fall. Her breasts were bare, and she could feel his eyes raking over them, reacting as if he were touching her. Her nipples hardened, and she felt a fresh wave of arousal spread of her body. She pushed her panties down and now stood in her bedroom completely naked. She looked into his eyes, her lips curving into a shy smile as she saw the desire in his eyes. He found her attractive, wanted her, and she enjoyed that knowledge.

"You are soaking," he murmured when he saw her cinnamon colored curls. He ran his tongue over his lips, "You enjoy being seduced, don't you, Willow?"

"Yes, Lucius," she admitted.

"You are so very fortunate that I decided I wanted you," he remarked, "Slytherin are the masters of seduction."

"Slytherin?" Willow repeated, not sure what he was talking about.

He laughed sharply, "You would not understand, my beautiful little mudblood. Do you touch yourself thinking of me? Have you fucked your hand wishing it were my cock?"

"Yes," she found that she could not lie to him. She watched him smile that smirk that had seduced her in the first place and felt a tingle in her tummy.

"Show me," he demanded as he moved to her, kissing her roughly as his hand moved along her beautiful body, finally touching her. He squeezed her breast, running his thumb over her nipple and twisting before roughly sending two fingers into her wetness. Gods, she was tighter than he'd imagined, his eyes narrowing with pleasure as he imagined fucking her. He pulled away, pushing her on to the bed. With a pleased smile, he repeated his request, "Show me."

Willow looked into his eyes as she nervously moved her hand down her body. She had never done this before, performed this private act for someone. She ran her finger over her wet lips, finding that he was right. She was soaking wet, so aroused that she knew it would not long to find release. She gently pushed a finger inside, her eyes closing as she gasped, her head falling back as she began to moan, adding another finger and brushing her thumb against her clit. She cried out in pain when she felt a hand tangle itself in her hair, pulling sharply, her eyes flying open.

"Look at me, think of me," he whispered, his eyes moving to watch her hand give herself pleasure. He released his tight hold on her hair, keeping his fingers tangled in the vivid red strands as he began to brush her hair with his fingers. He watched her fuck herself, leaning over and squeezing her breast, smiling smugly at the sounds of pleasure coming from her. She was vocal, something that he found very attractive. He liked his lovers with spirit, this redhead surpassing any from recent memory. Such an intoxicating blend of innocence and power, so damn beautiful. It was a shame she was just a mudblood. She could never be his mistress, just his whore. The Dark Lord would never allow him to take on a muggle-born witch as a mistress, even one as delicious as the lovely Willow. He'd never had a permanent mistress, the idea never appealing to him until he'd started his seduction of Willow.

"Lucius," Willow cried out his name as she came against her hand, her body arching from the bed as she gasped for breath, her hand covered in her juices as she fell back against the bed.

"Good girl," Lucius smiled as he caressed her face. He removed his wand from his pocket, seeing her eyes widen in surprise. With a smirk, he said, "So my little witch has never met a real wizard before. Do not worry. I have no plans to hurt you."

"Wizard?" Willow watched as he raised the wand and said something in Latin, finding her arms pulled above her head, held in place as if she were tied by invisible ropes.

"A very powerful wizard, my lovely little witch," Lucius said as he waved the wand at his clothes, causing them to disappear. He felt her eyes on his naked body as he moved to the bed.

He was gorgeous, she decided, seeing now what the clothes had hidden. Athletic build and a strong legs, her eyes staying a little too long at the area between his legs, studying the large cock that was nestled amongst the light blond curls. He moved to the bed, smirking at her before he moved his face between her legs. She gasped in surprise when she felt his tongue on her, having never experienced that before. Her sex life with Oz was traditional and boring, regular sex that rarely lasted more than ten minutes and then he'd go to sleep and she'd usually use her hands to find release. With Lucius, it was different. It was electric, amazing, and she was more aroused than she'd ever been. She heard herself begging, "Please."

"What do you want, Willow?" he asked as he raised his head from feasting on the tasty juices between her legs.

"I want you, inside me, now," she said softly.

"As you wish," he smirked before he thrust completely into her. He groaned at the tightness, hearing her cry of pain as she was obviously stretched by his length. He watched her through desire laden eyes as she struggled against the bonds keeping her hands above her head, pulling back and pushing roughly into her, causing her to moan in pleasure as he touched her where she needed to be touched. He caught her lips with his as he began to fuck her, his hands moving over her body, claiming her as his. She wasn't a virgin, which rather annoyed him, causing him to wish he'd known who dared touch what was his so that he could punish them, but it at least meant that he did not have to be exceptionally gentle, not that he probably would have been anyway. He'd waited days to feel her against him, too long, and now he wanted to enjoy the moment.

"Please unfasten my hands," Willow begged, pushing up to meet his thrusts, wanting to touch him, needing to touch him. "Please, Lucius. Let me touch you."

Lucius paused for a moment, looking into her eyes and seeing her need. Making his decision, he grabbed his wand and released her before tossing the wand on the floor and continuing his deep, penetrating thrusts. He felt her hands on his back, her fingernails digging into his flesh, scratching him like a wildcat. He found it arousing, his hands moving behind her back to grab her ass, pulling her against him as he against caught her lips. He felt her tighten around him, caught her scream of pleasure as he began to increase his thrusts, his own release near. Soon, he was spilling his seed inside her, the kiss becoming more possessive as he held her against him. They lay that way for several minutes, kissing and recovering from the explosive sex they'd just experienced. The blond wizard pulled back finally and looked at her, seeing the satisfied gleam in her green eyes, having no doubt that she'd be ready for another round soon.

"That was phenomenal," Willow said softly, stretching as she smiled at her lover. She looked at him shyly as she asked, "Can we do it again?"

Lucius had to laugh at her words, moving his hand along the contours of her face as he said, "You, my dear, look as if you have just been successfully seduced by a Slytherin."

"I have," she smiled, still having no idea what that Slytherin thing meant but deciding it didn't really matter. She'd just had mind-blowing sex with a virtual stranger, a wizard from England who was sexier than anyone she'd ever met, and she wanted him again.

"Give me a moment to rest up, little girl, then we'll see about repeating the act," he said, watching her smile of pleasure at his words. Well, this was entirely unexpected. He'd imagined a week of boredom while Narcissa shopped and he'd ended up finding this beautiful treasure by the pool. He still wanted her, his little mudblood witch, his desire not diminishing at all after their enjoyable romp. She was his, damn it, and he didn't plan on giving her up just because she wasn't a pureblood. He slowly smiled, deciding that he was going to keep her. How? She could not be his mistress, and he did not want her to be his whore. The smile became more pronounced as he had an idea. Perhaps Draco would find her attractive, the elder wizard having no problems sharing his mistress with his beloved son. The teen needed someone like Willow in his life, smart and sexy and strong.

Yes, it would be a suitable match. And it would allow him to continue his affair without being concerned about Voldemort. The Dark Lord had no control over Draco and could not say anything about whom the boy chose to wed. Lucius refused to allow his son to become a Death Eater, not that the boy wished such a future, until he was finished with school, a part of the elder wizard hoping that the Dark Lord would be overthrown by that time, thus preventing his son from being tarnished by the darkness as he had been. Draco would be relieved to have such a lovely bride and to be given the opportunity to remain out of Voldemort's control, and Willow would benefit from marrying into the most prestigious and powerful wizarding families in the world. Not to mention that Draco was very handsome and would make a fine husband for a muggle-born witch. It was a good plan, he decided. The blond wizard smirked as he moved to kiss his wicked little witch, relieved that he had figured out a way to keep her, feeling himself hardening as they slowly began to move together.

THE END