"Fuck, Malfoy," she groaned, pressing her hips toward his hand. He moved with her, denying her the pressure she sought as his mouth captured hers again. The feather-light circles his finger was tracing around her clit were driving her insane: just enough pressure to make her nearly dizzy with arousal, yet not enough to satisfy it. She whimpered again and he smirked against her lips, the hardening length of his cock pressed against her stomach telling her how much he was enjoying this. 