Hermione let out a strangled cry at the first contact of his hardness against her folds. She arched her back as he held her up. They were in the middle of the bloody corridor and neither of them seemed to care.
His gaze was as smoldering as the feeling his cock was creating as he slid into her. She worried her bottom lip as she felt him stretch her wide, she had almost forgotten how full he could make her feel. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation and her head lolled again against the column.
He tortured her, pushing just enough in but then withdrawing. She was ashamed almost of the needy little moan that she let out, opening her eyes and fixing on him again, there was pleading in her face she was sure.
His words came, as she knew they would. He always tried to disconnect with those harsh words but this time she wouldn't let him. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs tightly around him as she slammed in and out of her she kissed him again, answering with her tongue and lips as she fluttered around him inside wildly.