"Just a little longer," he said, his voice hoarse. She was squeezing him again, trying to finish him off. That wouldn’t do. Draco swore under his breath, pulled out of her by an inch. She was so exquisite—after all these years and he would still never tire of her, of the intricacies of her body, or how he felt inside of it. He throbbed again inside her and his balls ached, feeling heavy and desperate to fill her up.