In that moment, he couldn't help wondering if there was anything he wouldn't do for her, as she pinched her nipple more firmly, tugging it with more insistence. And as his eyes met hers for one long moment, they seemed to scream: You have me. I am yours. Instead of saying those words out loud, he ducked his head to encase her nipple in his mouth, sucking firmly, his now-free hand sliding lower, between her legs, slipping under her knickers to find her hot and tight and wet.
Another flick of his wand had his shirt vanished from his body, settling somewhere across the small room, before the length of wood fell to the floor with a soft clatter. His mouth pulled away long enough to peek up at her mischievously as he blew softly at her wet nipple before shifting over to her other breast to give it similar attention. His other hand worked over her folds, sliding some of her slick heat up from between her folds to coat her clit, lubricating the sensitive skin there as he teased her with firm, purposeful strokes.
"I want my name on your lips," he answered against her breast. "I want you to relax, to give yourself over to this, to let me make you come. I want you to not hold back, to tell me exactly what you want." He started kissing down from her breast as he spoke, kissing down her taut stomach. "And by the gods, I want to taste you." His cock twitched again at the thought of it. He wanted to make her come with his mouth, his hands, and then his cock.