HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 306 Let Riddle try it out, see who can't lift a knife.

"So eager?" I whispered in his ear, my breath brushing against his reddened earlobe. "Don't forget, you're the one who said you wouldn't let me sleep tonight."

Before he could finish speaking, Riddle's gaze swept greedily over me: "Ayers, you always like to test my patience."

He bent down and took the skin of her collarbone into his mouth, his teeth gently grinding against it. Dark magic seeped into her blood vessels along the bite marks, bringing a tingling shiver.

The chains tightened suddenly, binding me to the bed, unable to move. He smiled and licked away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth: "There's plenty of time tonight."

I arched my body suddenly while bound by chains, my knees brushing against his waist and aiming for his ribs, but he anticipated this and grabbed my ankles, bending me back and pressing me against the mattress.

Riddle's laughter, mixed with the hum of dark magic, echoed through the dome. A bone serpent climbed up my thigh along the hem of his robe, its cool scales brushing against my skin, which was reddened by the incantation.

"Still trying to resist?" He loosened his tie and wrapped it around my wrist, his hair brushing against my heaving chest as he leaned over.

"The scent of blue roses on you," the tip of my tongue traced along the bite marks, "mixed with the smell of blood, it's driving me crazy."

Suddenly, countless thorns emerged from beneath the black robe, their tips oozing dark purple venom, pinning my limbs firmly to the headboard.

"Put the venom away, I don't like it." I turned my head and bit his outstretched finger, the taste of blood exploding between my teeth.

Instead of dodging, Riddle inserted his entire finger and used his other hand to forcefully pry open my chin: "Fine, I won't do it if you don't like it."

He narrowed his dark pupils, and dark magic materialized as vines pierced through my clothes. "Besides, I prefer someone sober~"

The vines meandered across my skin, leaving red marks with a burning sensation. Riddle leaned down and bit my earlobe, his indistinct words, laced with hot breath, falling: "Remember, stay awake, every inch of the place I touched."

The dark purple venom retreated along the thorns back into the black robe, but gathered into a ferocious snake shape at the head of the bed, its scarlet snake eyes staring intently at our entangled figures.

I suddenly bent over and rammed my bound knee into his abdomen, only to be met with an even fiercer suppression from him.

The chains formed by black magic suddenly tightened, digging my wrists into the carved patterns on the headboard. Vines climbed up my spine to the back of my neck, blooming into tiny buds at the roots of my hair.

“The more you struggle,” he said, tearing open the rest of my clothes and running his fingertips along my protruding ribs, “the more excited I get.”

Feeling that I had played with Riddle enough, I activated my scalding dragon blood, which surged through my veins and condensed into dark golden patterns on my skin.

I exerted my strength suddenly, and the vines that were wrapped around me instantly exploded into ash in the high temperature, with the flying black magic fragments exploding into eerie blue sparks in mid-air.

Riddle was thrown back half a step by the blast, but as he staggered, he grabbed my ankle. His dark pupils trembled violently with ecstasy: "Ayers, you broke free so quickly. I was hoping to play a little longer."

Instead of being angry, he threw his head back and laughed, his black robes fluttering in the magical storm.

I seized the opportunity to flip myself up, my dragon blood boiling in my veins. Using the shockwave from the collapsing vines, I flipped myself over and pinned Riddle heavily onto the velvet bed.

The moment his neck struck the carved headboard, he let out a muffled groan tinged with laughter, a hint of red flashing in his dark eyes, which burned even more intensely.

Before he could react, I grabbed his slender wrist and pressed it against the side of the pillow, leaning over to block out his provocative smile.

The kiss was hot with the unique heat of dragon blood. I bit his lips and swallowed all the teasing words he hadn't yet uttered.

A low chuckle escaped Riddle's throat, but it abruptly turned into a hoarse gasp as my tongue brushed against his wound.

He tried to turn the tide, but I pinned him down with my knee to his waist and abdomen, and the chains formed from dragon blood wrapped around his ankles, completely imprisoning him beneath me.

"So, all that forbearance before made you think I couldn't lift a knife?" I panted as I loosened his crooked tie, my fingertips tracing his collarbone, reddened from his struggle.

Riddle looked up at me, his hair disheveled on the pillow, his pale skin flushed with an unnatural blush, yet a dangerous smile still lingered on his lips: "So you like this way?"

He suddenly leaned forward, his breath sweet as orchids in my ear, "But are you sure... you can control it?"

Before he finished speaking, dark magic suddenly burst forth from his fingertips, exploding into eerie blue flames at the head of the bed.

I was prepared; the armor formed from dragon blood instantly covered my entire body, and at the same time, I leaned down and bit his Adam's apple.

Riddle froze, a broken groan escaping his throat.

I took the opportunity to tie his hands behind his back and bind them tightly with my tie: "Look," I licked the blood off his neck, "I like you just the way you are."

The room was filled with the scent of blue roses and the metallic sweetness of black magic. Riddle writhed in his bonds, his eyes swirling with a vortex of madness and lust: "Ayers~"

His voice trembled with suppressed emotion, "I'm so looking forward to it..." The threat he was about to finish was cut off by me again, and this time the kiss was more intense, with the plunder and possession of a victor.

His struggling movements gradually turned into yielding, and he let out low growls in the struggle, like a tamed wild beast that might retaliate at any moment.

The morning light pierced through the thick clouds, slanting through the broken stained glass and casting dappled shadows on the scattered fragments of black magic.

I loosened the tie wrapped around Riddle's wrist. Dark red marks remained on his pale skin, yet he lay back on the messy bed, a satisfied yet dangerous smile on his lips.

"Are you satisfied with my performance last night?" I pulled my loose shirt over my shoulders and casually draped it over myself. The dragon blood within me slowly subsided, but the black magic marks remaining on my fingertips were still burning hot.

Riddle sat up, his black robe slipping down to reveal crisscrossing bite marks and scratches. He slowly straightened his collar, his dark pupils looking at me with a hint of indulgence in the morning light: "Not bad, you really give me a different feeling."

The moment her fingertips touched the engraved patterns on the wand on the table, a burning arm wrapped around her lower back.

Riddle's black robes, carrying the scent of blue roses and blood, enveloped me. He deliberately brushed against the scabbed teeth marks on my neck, his hot breath sending tiny shivers down my spine: "So the best way to tame a beast is to be even crazier than it."

The hoarse voice trailed off, carrying a languid satisfaction, "Next time, how about you get locked to the head of the bed?"

I grabbed his chin with my hand, my fingertips tracing his pale skin.

The morning light pierced through the stained glass, gilding the crimson vortex in his eyes with gold.

"You want me to cooperate?" I ran my thumb over his swollen lower lip. "It depends on my mood."

Before I could finish speaking, he suddenly bit my tiger's mouth, and the smell of blood filled the air as we breathed together.

Riddle pinned me against the edge of the table, his wand sliding down my waist and into my clothes: "Going back so early?"

He bit my earlobe and yanked hard, and chains formed from black magic suddenly wrapped around my ankle. "I'm starting to feel reluctant again."

I grabbed his black hair and pulled him away, then lightly kissed his throat: "Be good, or I'll be unhappy."

He threw his head back and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "Go back after breakfast?"

He suddenly gripped the back of my neck and deepened the good morning kiss, saying, "Wait, I'll go cook myself."