Draco hoisted her up, water sluicing off their bodies as he carried her out of the shower with his cock still buried inside her. Harry's legs locked around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders as he stumbled out of the bathroom—leaving slick footprints on the hardwood. "Such a mess," she taunted, grinding down on him with every step. His growl vibrated against her throat as he slammed her into the full-length mirror of her bedroom.

The glass fogged instantly from their heat. Draco gripped her hips, yanking her onto him with a wet slap that echoed through the room. "Look," he ordered, palming her tits roughly in the reflection. Harry's breath hitched—her nipples pebbled under his fingers, her lips swollen from his bite. "See how wrecked you are?" His thumb circled her clit in brutal strokes, matching the pace of his thrusts. "Fuck," she gasped, her ass jiggling against his pelvis. "Deeper—please—"