The small vial skittered on the floor in front of him and he looked at it skeptically. Oh, aye, drink that, as if those words were ever followed by anything remotely good. Still, she wasn't likely to kill him. Unless she was into corpses which could be a possibility but if she were to kill him there would be too many questions to answer and he doubted Daphne wanted his family breathing down her neck.
"I do hope you're not one of those who is into sex with the unconscious," Draco said, pulling the stopper out of the vial and lifting it to his lips before tipping the contents down his throat. "I may be good, but even my cock doesn't work when I'm not awake. At least, I don't think it does."
It was only a second before Draco felt the fire in his belly suddenly course out to every inch of his skin. Merlin, it was as though his nerves were on overload. He could feel every bit of fabric on his body and when he shifted, the slide of the material against his skin was delicious. He moaned low in his throat, his fingers curling against the floor. He had the distinct desire to fall down and roll against it but he held his position, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. Hell, even the sensation of the sweat was wonderful.