Draco’s heartbeat against her back, steady and strong, pulsing through her to her own quickened, adrenaline-fueled veins; the ache of her thighs from holding them open, the agonisingly blissful stretch of her cunt as she got wetter the slower his thrusts became, a ring of white formed threads with every contact of skin on skin; Draco’s hot breath on her neck, his fingers teasing her oversensitive nipple, the ripple of his lithe muscles across her chest; the ache of her abdomen from holding herself tight, the tingle of her entire body from her approaching, inevitable orgasm.