Fleur was still trying to catch her breath, and she fake scowled as she sagged against the wall, looking at him with heated, blue eyes.
"I don't think so, Monsieur Weasley," she teased, tightening around his still hard cock deliberately and wiggling a little. "Not unless you want to eat very, very quickly. Because I'm not done with you for tonight. Then again, perhaps you ought to eat. You are going to need the energy."