"You like me thinking about Malfoy while you’re inside me?" she moved slowly, driving him more insane, massaging the tightness around his throat as she did so. He made a moaning, strangled noise. "You like it when I come undone while you hurt yourself for my pleasure? You like feeling your life slowly ebb away, Harry? Do you like the black spots of oblivion edging into your vision? You’re nearly there, aren’t you?"