“Patience, Granger.” he whispered, his lips pressing openmouthed kisses down her throat.
“Not my forte.”
“Would you rather I tie you down again?” he growled, biting her shoulder.
Her breath caught at the slight sting, and she slid her hands to his arse, yanking him forward against her heated core.
He grunted, capturing her lips in another rough kiss, grinding his length against her one more time before stepping back again. He kicked off his pants, and this time Hermione moved as well, ridding herself of her shirt and pants before Draco was pulling her to the edge of the bed by her thighs. He knelt in front of her, pushing her legs apart before attacking her pussy through the thin material of her underwear.
“*Malfoy*,” she moaned, one of her hands immediately finding his hair. After teasing her for a moment longer he pulled her underwear from her toned legs, tossing them behind him. Ignoring her slightly displeased sound at the treatment of her panties, he returned to her clit, flicking his tongue over the small pearl.
He loved hearing her breathless moans for him. No other woman had ever managed to elicit the *burning* feeling he felt when she fell apart beneath him – in *any* way.