Her hands flew to his hair of their own accord as his mouth coaxed shock after pleasurable shock out of her, slowly and insistently building her to a peak until her breathing became serrated panting, her attempts at words turning into garbled whining and begging, and every coherent thought had fled. She had meant to push him away—it was so much, too much, she was going to come—but pulled him against her harder instead, her hips rolling, grinding against his mouth as she chased and chased until Malfoy pushed two fingers into her and curled, beckoned in the exact same way she’d taught him to, then wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked.