She bent down and kissed him—he reciprocated ravenously, opening his mouth wide to let his tongue roam. Hermione was barely able to break away, his cock still throbbing and impatient inside her. She raised herself up to stand on her knees, burying her head into his shoulder the same way she had done to Theo before the feeding. She kissed him there, giving a slow roll of her hips at the same time. His heat, his scent—intoxicating. She wanted to crawl inside of him, to snap all his ribs in two.