Her eyes were squeezed tight shut and her lips were parted, a sheen of arousal on her skin which was flushed pink, and her fingers clutched blindly at his arm, his shirt, whimpering his name. Crying out, completely unselfconscious, unaware; lost in the pleasure he was wreaking upon her body. He wanted her. Wanted her so badly and he was trying to hold out, trying to make it last, take it slow, make it good for her. But as she spasmed and twitched around his fingers, squirming on the bed, gasping his name as if he was the only thing in her universe... Draco couldn't wait any longer to fuck her. And it was then, just then, that she arched off the bed and let out a helpless, shaking moan as she shattered apart, her cunt seizing around his fingers, her hand clamped iron-tight around his forearm, her toes curling as she gasped his name again, garbled and incoherent.