She was starting to shake all over and it was building to the point she could not control it. His tongue was a long, heavenly, wicked thing--now and then he looked up, a possessive gleam in his eye as he feasted on her. Knowing she was on the precipice of her climax, he mounted her once more, sliding into her heat with a sharp thrust. She came hard, unable to even cry out in the throes of passion, tears sliding down her cheeks. Draco clutched her to him, gasping at his own release, his heart pounding hard in his chest.