The hand that clutched at his tie drew his mouth back to hers, their kiss deep and passionate as he eased into her. Slowly, at first. It felt as if it took forever, to slip in inch after inch. Halfway in, he pulled back and was rewarded with a low whine. He pressed forward once more, this time filling her completely. He felt the edge of her knickers dragging along the side of his cock with each torturous thrust, her knees gripping his hips. Her other hand rose to the nape of his neck, fingertips teasing the soft hair there. She was panting against his lips, so soft and quiet. So sweet. Draco wanted to break that silence, but he knew they had to be quiet. 