It was obscene how good she tasted. Sweet, salty warmth—he pulled her thighs open wider with a bruising grip of his fingers. Draco glanced up at the goddess laid bare before him, reveling in every whine and plea that escaped her perfect lips. Her fingers reached down, blindly raking through his hair as she grasped for any semblance of control. Her thighs shook when he moaned into her core, her fingers leaving his hair to claw at the sheets beneath her instead. Her desperation was palpable.