Draco had snarled at her when she'd clawed up his back, though that really just started to turn him on again. He normally would've despised the thought of having any sort of mark left on his skin, opting to keep his porcelain complexion flawless. But he'd already tainted himself with the Dark Mark, not to mention numerous internal scars that he felt came to the surface when she tore his flesh and marked it with her nails and teeth. It was a relief of his frustrations. Causing pain in one place took it away from the other. The problem was that the old pain always came back. That was why he always came back to her.
Draco nearly collapsed against the bed, lying on his stomach with his head turned to the side facing her. His whole body ached, but he wasn't finished with her yet. No, he just needed to collect himself for a moment or two. His back arched and he shuddered in pain as she touched the tender and fresh wounds she'd caused him.
"For fuck's sake, Evey, do you always have to do that?" He asked in a hissed tone, jerking a bit when she brushed over a particularly deep scratch.