He was stunning, even with the light blonde beard that scratched her if she got too close. Actually, Rose had discomfort everywhere on her body. Muscles she didn't even know existed hurt, and even her most intimate ones felt tired. Draco had relentlessly hit her for hours. He had let himself be driven by his passions with increasing intensity, becoming a machine so aggressive that he could only give her a painful pleasure that made her scream uncontrollably. She had continuous orgasms that had taken her to the stars, but he resisted, kissing her, whispering that she was wonderful and how much he liked to see her in ecstasy, screaming for him.