Draco POV
I kissed her like I hadn't kissed anyone before. I never let her finish what she was saying. If what she told me was true, then I would give her anything she wanted, and when she opened up to me, I wrapped my arms around her waist, her hands pressed against my chest, almost like she wanted to push me away, but she gripped my shirt tightly in her hands, preventing me from even moving away from her without permission. I gave into her, and almost moaned against her mouth when I could feel her urging me in the way she moved her lips against mine. I wouldn't sleep with her, I told myself. She didn't need that from me. But that's about all I was able to think about before she ran her hands down my chest, and pulled my shirt out from where I had it tucked into my pants. When I felt her hands on my bare skin, I did moan, and leaned farther into her kiss, into her touch. I needed to touch her, but I wasn't sure if she would allow me that, so I just kept my arms wrapped firmly around her waist, my fingertips digging into her back. When I pulled away slightly, I heard her softly whimper when I broke contact. I looked down at her flushed face, her lips swollen, and pouting. I lost all my sense at that and latched myself to her once again.
I didn't resist touching her, and she didn't hold back in touching me either. Her hands were stroking my chest, moving their way to my back, digging her fingernails into my skin occasionally when I brushed my fingers across a spot that made her shiver. I untied the front of her dressing gown and pulled it apart, unbottoning her night shirt and ran my hands down the front of her body. I wanted to touch her so badly, but I kept my hands away from her breast, as if I were scared that she would reject the touch and come to her senses, and push me away from her. But anywhere else I could reach, I didn't hesitate. I ran my hands down her waist, placing my hands against her hips and roughly pulling her towards me. I molded her body against mine, as I threw her dressing gown off of her. She pulled away slightly and I kept kissing down the side of her neck and across her shoulder, lightly biting in some places, and soothing it over with my lips.
"Touch me Draco..." She begged. That was all I needed.
I moved my hands from around her back and pushed her backwards until I had her pinned, roughly against the wall. I pressed my lips against hers again willingly, as I moved my hands up to her full breasts. On the outside, when she had clothes on, you couldn't tell that she even had them. They looked small, and dainty. But what I felt in my hand was anything but. They weren't massive, but they were definitely comfortably filling my hands as I stroked the light pink nub that was there. She gasped against my lips, and if possible, got even more needy. She pushed herself into my hands, urging me to continue with each shiver, and each sound she made in the back of her throat. I pulled my lips away from hers and looked in her eyes. They had glazed over, and I tried to think of what I was supposed to be doing. When I couldn't think of it, I ran my lips down her jawbone. Kissing, biting, and suckling every inch of skin from her neck to her shoulder, down her chest, and when I took one of the pink nubs into my mouth and sucked lightly, she cried out, arching herself into me. I used one hand to pay attention to the nipple that I hadn't been suckling on like a starving man, while my other hand went to her smooth, flat stomach, pressing her into the wall every time she arched into me.
"Draco..." She half whispered, half pleaded. The sound drove me wild. I knew that I should stop, but no reason that I told myself seemed to be a good enough reason. I pulled my mouth away from her breast and made my way back up to her lips again, moving both of my hands down, and around, cupping her exquisite backside. When I pulled up on her, she didn't hesitate in wrapping her legs firmly around my waist, as I tackled her jaw again.