When her legs buckled, Draco tightened his hold on her waist and smirked, pulling the scrap of lace to the side and feasting. He had dreamt about this moment, how she would taste, how she would sound, how she would react. And his dreams felt like a joke compared to the real thing. He groaned into her, dipping his tongue into her while using his nose to give her clit friction. He wanted to ruin her. 