[She grunts low in her throat when he manages to free his hand, snatching vainly after it, a fraction too slow to stop his fingers digging into her flesh.]

[The trouble is, the only other time someone's done anything like that to her was when she was fucking Remus in the first round, and that's not doing anything to help with her awkwardly rising libido. Besides, there's something about the roughness of it, the coarseness and rudeness, that speaks to a deep need for wild, feral excitement.]

[One hand is still cupped around his cock. She gives it another squeeze, lighter this time, to remind him that she can hurt him a lot more than he can hurt her right now, and leans in, her face close to his.]

Let me be clear, Kaphlar No-Honour. If we fight, I will win. If you test me, you do so at your peril. I do not fear to hurt you.

Take your hand off me, and I will let you up.