As always, regardless of their agreement, there was the instinct to pull away, which she struggled against now. Having sensed it, he decided he wouldn't fault her for it, and that he rather liked it, as it showed her obedience. Draco smiled into the kiss, gave enough pressure to her lips to let her know he wanted her to open them, and she did, to his delight. He ignored the impulse to bite down on her tongue, and savored her taste like the richest, bitterest wine as he swept his tongue against hers. Her cheeks were flushed and pressed between his hands, his kiss sucked little whimpers from her. He bit her lip and she jerked against him, a muffled moan of pain escaping her throat, and he broke the kiss.