"That's right, be a good girl," Draco breathes, feeling his own pleasure starting to coil. She opens her lids, eyes glazed and hair framing her like a frizzy rug. "Fuck." He feels her leg stiffen around him and she cries out, clawing at his chest. He continues his movements, the hand holding her wrist grasping even harder than before, and she presses her face to the side as both legs shake.