He could feel her nails scratching deep into this back. The feeling of her cunt tightening around him was going to send him over the edge if he didn't slow down.
"Harder." She breathed out.
It was as though her very words possessed him. Thankful for the silencing charms around his office, even though it was late at night, he slammed into her, gripping her hip, knowing he was going to leave marks, secretly loving that she would have to glamour away their clandestine meeting. Every time they met, even though he knew he shouldn't, Harry couldn't help but mark her in some way.
Harry could feel her coming undone, knew she was close. They had been doing this so many times, he knew when she was at her peak. Thrusting into her faster and faster, he slammed into her, pulling her up, pressing his lips hard against hers.
When they had both calmed down, their breathing evening out. He watched, trying to keep the disappointment off his face as she pulled her stockings up, straightened her robe, and checked her hair in the mirror he had hanging next to the door of his office.
"Until next time, Mr Potter."
"Have a good evening Mrs Malfoy."