"It’s your cunt I’ve been dreaming of," he said, licking a stripe up the column of her throat, his other hand guiding her down. When she was finally seated, the fullness rendered her speechless. Malfoy gave a satisfied, low groan. His words were steely, angry, hungry. "This right here is what I’ve been fantasizing about every fucking night, Granger. You and this pretty little cunt. Your pretty little body. It’s so perfect. You’re so good. So stop fucking thinking about Pansy and move before I lose my mind."