Something about hearing my voice must’ve spurred him on because he slid in two fingers so hard, so rough, and so fast, that I crashed around them, crying out again. My walls slammed against his fingers and he hooked them, hitting a new spot, a spot I thought I’d only imagined before. No man had ever made me feel this way or found that spot. Most couldn’t even touch my clit right, much less suck it the way Malfoy just had. My eyes slammed shut and all I saw was a kaleidoscope of white stars, as the pinch below my navel got bigger and bigger until it burst and pulled towards somewhere far in my center, like waves lapping over each other over and over. My legs shook around his shoulders as I climaxed, and he bore his eyes into mine again, but this time his grin was glistening with my wet on his chin. He was greedily soaking in the view of me, crying out. I crashed, the breath knocked out of me. He looked more sinister now, with that grin, for some reason. Darker and scarier. I thought it might have something to do with the fact I had absolutely no control when he looked at me this way. I gasped for air and he licked his lips. I felt like a piece of meat.