"Oh my god." She hadn’t known it could be like this. This incredibly intense sensation. This complete and utter wet, aching, throbbing, tightening pleasure. Hermione twitched and moaned, the sounds escaping of their own accord. Draco’s mouth. Merlin, his mouth. It was heavenly. Hermione was sopping wet and her cheeks were flushed and hot, and she wanted him. Draco paused and let her nipple go with a wet pop.