“I’m not saying I need you to take me out if we have sex,” she said, breathless.
He leaned his jaw on her shoulder, sucking in a breath, the sharp line of bone digging into her skin even through her bathrobe.
With his other hand, he nudged her robe off her shoulder, pressing his lips on the warm skin there. A shiver ran down her spine.
Draco’s mouth swept up the curve of her shoulder, finding the sensitive column of her neck. He kissed her there, then higher, sucking her skin between his lips. She tilted her head, giving him room to explore and bruise. To claim.
“If the sex is good, Granger, I’m going to make you mine,” he replied at last, relieving her from the anticipation.
He released her hand to trail his fingers over her body, loosening her belt.
“And when you’re mine,” he proceeded, slipping his fingers beneath the opening of her robe, stroking the smooth expanse of her stomach, “I’m going to worship these curves,” he traced the shape of her hip and groaned, “until you’re addicted to my touch. Until you forget anyone else was here before me.”