Rose felt euphoric and fulfilled just by the fact he was reciprocating. She wanted nothing more than to see that detached man lose himself for her, finally looking at her as the woman she was, not as a child, or... someone else's daughter. Draco writhed on top of her, trying to find the perfect position while they still had their clothes on. Rose had already opened her legs wide to give him the best access. She wanted him so much that she felt like fainting, unable to bear for much longer the strong emotion exploding in her brain, waiting only to be consumed. Draco caressed her hips, brushed her breasts, and kissed her with a passion that Rose had never known.