Sparks flared behind her eyelids as Draco’s groan against her skin and the suction of his lips threw her up and over the precipice she’d sought. Even as her consciousness fractured under the glorious pleasure of his ministrations, that searing something in her chest pulled tighter still, burned hot enough to wrench a broken cry from her, before it cooled as a tangible weight against her skin. Her left arm clanked uselessly against the manacle still securing it, but her right arm responded to the call and lifted to trace her breast.