The feel of his fingertips against the flushed skin of her cheeks was perilous, dangerous. Goosebumps pricked up wherever he touched. She wanted to give in, to throw all caution to the winds and let him do just as he pleased with her right there in the grove of trees. Their location was private. She didn't expect her husband to come walking up on them. He'd been so tired and spoke of wishing to crawl into bed early that night. It would be so easy to allow Draco to do with her what he wished, what they both wished.