He set a punishing pace, barely giving her time to respond to his thrusts. She braced herself against the wall on her elbows, moaning loudly. Each push in and pull out hit and dragged across every nerve inside her. Her breathing grew ragged and her cries louder as the delicious tension tightened. She clenched down on the upstroke, eliciting a deep moan from Marcus. He increased his strokes. Hermione arched her back, keening as she came, "Holy fuck, Marcus!" She slumped forward back onto the wall, her thighs and knees trembling. Marcus groaned, then roared his climax. He sat on the ground, pulling Hermione into his lap. "How did that match up with the fantasy?"