Harry was still trembling, thighs quivering from the orgasm that had ripped through her just moments ago—her pussy pulsing around nothing now, slick and empty, cum from earlier still trickling down her inner thighs. She could barely stand straight, hands braced on the desk, papers scattered everywhere like evidence of her fall.

Draco wasn’t done. He spun her around roughly, gripping her fat ass with both hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. “Look at me, slut,” he growled, crashing his mouth onto hers in a deep, filthy kiss—tongue shoving in, claiming every inch, tasting the remnants of her own juices still on her lips from when he’d made her suck his fingers clean.