He falls back on top of her, and his hands grasp at her waist, and something in him snaps. His pace becomes brutal, punishing, and she clings to him, riding out another wave of her own bliss as his lips latch onto her jaw, her neck, and then, with another violent snap of his hips, Draco groans her name against her shoulder and bites down on the tender muscle there as he spills into her in a hot rush.