Not a bit had gone to waste. He’d finished inside her again and again, pleasure gripping his body tight, and she’d moaned into his flesh and clutched at him, begging for more. He gladly gave. When she’d finally been satiated, she’d released him, watched the wound on his neck heal itself, and her gaze was starry when it locked with his. Draco kissed her passionately after, rolling her underneath him, pushing into her so she could take another load. It was so perfect—almost like a dream—but the feel of her on and around him was too real to deny.