She took his breath away. Her hair fanned out from her face in a riotous curly halo, bright brown eyes sweeping hungrily over him. A tiny smattering of light freckles dotted her nose, and her combat-fit body curved in all the right places. He had been desperate to get her here, but now he had; he wanted the moment to last for hours. On her back, her breasts flattened out. Draco ran a hand up her stomach, gathering the weight of one in the palm of his hand, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She arched into the touch. Still cupping her, he leant down and took the nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. He grew even harder as she sighed throatily. Trying to be fair, he administered the same attention to the other breast.