"I need to." Was all he said and she glowered at him, his fingers traced out where her hand had been and she flushed. Why an incubus would take the image of Malfoy she didn't know, but it was now screwing with her head. It was harder to stay irritated with him. To hate every part of him when he had given her around ten orgasms. Mind blowing one's that eased the suffering she had been in.