She was safe haven, she was something Draco could lose himself in; the feel of her warm, firm thigh pressing against his cock, the way she squeaked when he grazed his knuckles over her nipple, the shiver that ran through her when he pulled away from their kiss and laved her throat at the place where her pulse thrummed against the creamy pale skin. His own throat still ached and burnt, but he ignored the pain in favour of the pleasure, the gentle, slow sinking into each other.