She wore the moonlight like a nightgown, its beams casting her in an ethereal glow when the last of her clothing was removed by Draco’s quick hands. He stood and lifted her legs to his shoulders, still in his trousers he knelt on the ground beside the couch, staring right at her centre, clenching, begging for his mouth. His pupils blown, etched with desire he dropped his head lower and began his climb up the inside of her thigh to where she needed him most. 