Pleasure (100 words)
His hands were warm, solid and steady upon her skin.
He was the first one to embrace her, to hold her safe while his lips brushed over hers, while his hands moved up and down her body, caressing her gently.
He was not cold as Lucius was, nor – do not even think of your father, Narcissa, do not!
"You're perfect Narcissa," he murmured in his low, velvety voice, cupping her breasts in his hands and kissing them so gently.
Narcissa bit her lower lip as he thrust slowly, gently inside her, letting out only a delighted little moan.