“Damn, you’re soaking wet.” Scorpius beamed triumphantly. “Did you come already?”
“Not yet, Malfoy.” She tightened her grip on his upper arms. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Try to act cool all you want, but we both know you’d be a mess for me.” Scorpius trailed a light kiss down her neck, then sucked the tender pulse of her throat. “How does it feel? Ladies usually love it when I use my hands.”
Author’s note: dear reader, I am too shy to publish the whole shit Scorp is the quintessential bad boy stereotype, Rose handled him much better than she handled herself.
