"Only me," Harry whispered against her chest as he entered her slowly, reveling on the slick that coated his index finger, knowing that he was the reason for it. He tried to memorize the way she tightened her hands on his hair, pulling him closer and whimpering as he started to pleasure her fully, mouth occupied with her breasts, licking away the blood that had been transferred from his skin to hers as his hand started to move; his mind was focused on thing only: to see her coming undone as she had done before, just for him.