He licked her greedily, dropped to his knees, and sucked on her clit with abandon, letting go and getting lost in her moans and the way her body trembled under his touch. Every few minutes, he waved his wand and the collar and cuffs tightened their hold on her. He felt her getting wetter every time it happened. And with every moan that escaped her, Draco licked with more and more enthusiasm. He dared to dip his toes in the tumultuous sea of her mind. Not wishing to invade her privacy, but only to throw a fleeting look. She seemed calm, at ease, focusing on the pleasure she felt.  Fucking finally,  he thought.  I can breathe again. Even his headache had subsided. 