Draco straddled his wife, his hands tight around her waist. Her smooth, hot skin was like the welcome of a hot bath after a tiresome day. Her long, beautiful hair spread over her back; he wanted to bunch it in his fist and pull on it hard. He had to refrain from doing so—it would be a rude awakening, and she was about to receive one anyhow, but he didn't want her to be too furious upon waking. His wife had a hot little temper, and though he enjoyed it very much, he wasn't in the mood for starting off the day with too much negativity.