Hermione gasped from the unexpected attack of his lips, her entire body shuddering, overcome with sensations. His hard-muscled body rammed her further into the mattress until he was all she felt. She squirmed under his weight, wishing to get the sense of space back, but his hands held her in place by her waist, and he became all that ever existed. When she calmed, he grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the fabric of her shirt while his hips jerked into her, setting her core on fire, making her middle instinctively push into his groin.