Was she really letting him do this? Was she so hard up for some sort of male contact that she was letting Marcus Flint snog her? Apparently. Because she was pretty sure she'd never had a kiss this brilliant. His lips, the way he smelled. It was all very intoxicating. He had this sort of... musky, manly taste. A hint of alcohol and the smell of Quidditch and expensive leather. It was all combined and whirled about her senses. She sighed against his lips, thoroughly enjoying this amazing snog. It was fantastic, really. He kissed like he played Quidditch. Thorough, demanding and without a hint of reservation and she loved every minute of it. That, in itself was a very dangerous thought.
His rough fingers felt amazing against his skin and her fingers drifted to his waist band, settling on his trousers, pulling herself wantonly closer to him. She knew this meant nothing to him. A curiosity, a need to do something different but she couldn't help responding. A low whimper escaped as she relaxed into his body and how amazing he felt against her. It was so... brilliant. Perfect. She was just enjoying this amazing kiss.
Her lips parted under his, her tongue sliding along his lower lip, teeth catching his lip, nibbling softly before opening completely under him. This was much more than she ever expected.