So Draco had planned to take his time with Hermione that night. To reacquaint himself with every inch of her skin and how it felt to his touch, to his mouth. But she was about to blow those plans entirely with the way she clawed at him. Draco felt his cock pulse and ache for her, and he could hardly wait a moment longer. His wife seemed to realise this when she ground her pelvis into his one more time with a loud moan.