She was a biter, she’d always been a biter. She was certain a muggle therapist would have a lot to say about the daughter of two dentists having a biting kink, but that was far too much to unpack in this lifetime. But with Draco, the urge to mark him was almost obsessive. It was like every possessive bone in her body flared to life over a man she had made promise her that it was just sex. She’d knowingly dug her nails in a little deeper, bitten a little harder intentionally marking his perfect, pale skin. 