The first brush of his cock against her backside had her jumping, but then his hand was at her hip, his other pressing her to open her legs. She could tell he was bending his knees, so she rose on her toes.

Her eyes widened as he began pushing through her folds, his other hand pulling her hips up and out. She wiggled her hips until his cock pressed against her entrance. He asked again if it was okay, and she nodded quickly.

This angle was different. Her jaw dropped open as he worked his way inside, pushing deeper each time. They both gasped when he finally bottomed out. She dropped her head down as she adjusted, her hair falling forward. He took a shaky breath and pressed a kiss to her nape.

"Good?"

"Yes."

The first pump of his hips had him moaning. Her eyes stared at the wall as he moved again, and again, setting a pace. She could tell he was already close, and heat curled in her belly at the feeling of being so deliciously used. Her walls stretched around him on every thick thrust, her fingers curling against the stone table as he rocked into her.

His hands reached up to cup her breasts, and she mewled when he thrummed her nipples, sending pleasure shooting through her core. Her legs shook from standing on her toes, but his thrusts were getting faster and faster.

Heat from the potions steaming next to them spiraled inward and outward, causing beads of sweat to drip from her temples and breasts. She felt wet all over with Draco holding her close to his chest, her back sliding against him as he grunted, burning her from the inside out.

The sensations he'd created earlier with his fingers seemed amplified by ten as he pounded into her, each drag of his cock against her front wall making stars burst in front of her eyes.

"Oh, god."

"Granger"—his hips stuttered, and his breath was hot on her neck—"if you come like this, I'm gonna lose it."

She whined, pressing back against him, and he growled and nipped her ear. She slammed her palms down on the table as he grabbed her hips, pulling her a step back from the table and shoving her spine forward.

She let out a low wail when he began moving again. It felt like she was being split open from this angle, his cock driving forward erratically and pushing her towards the edge. Her thighs began trembling, her mind spinning from the obscene sounds of his hips pounding into her backside, filling her completely every time, as if he couldn't bear to leave her body. He reached around her and slid his fingers to her clit, and she jerked as she cried out. Every muscle in her body pulled tight as she scratched her nails down the tabletop, trying to hold onto something.

"Just like that. Just like that." The words were like a prayer set to the rhythm of his hips. "Want you to come on it—"