Eve was thoroughly amused. She did not whimper or cower under his hold. She challenged it with a smirk. He was angry, that much was certain. But his actions betrayed him. The fact that he'd brought her close to him rather than shoved her back meant he wasn't through with her yet. He still wanted her.
She brought her hands up to press against his bare chest, noting that there were quite a few scratch and bite marks there as well. "I have every right to judge you, Draco Malfoy. I don't care if you write to your flock of birds from the confines of my room," she said. "But I'd prefer it if you at least satisfied me first." Of course, he had, and it had been mind blowing. But what was the point of him being there if they weren't going to keep playing? And she knew he wouldn't be able to back down from a blow to his ego. This was Draco Malfoy, after all.
Evelyn pushed herself back from him and slipped out of his harsh grip. She rubbed her arm and turned away from him. "Honestly, I don't know why I keep opening the door to you.."