The fingers digging into Eward's skin did not sting as most women's: the nails were not there to scar or scratch and the dullness was even more welcome than the usual piercing pain. Eward had his answer - it was good. It was more than good it was fucking fantastic, but he knew the situation and the emotion was probably adding to it. As soon as Harry cursed Eward grinned, his panting breaths going into Harry's open mouth. "Damn me? Why? You started it, remember?" he teased, a grin on his lips before he smashed them into Harry's once more.