Spinning them so that Hermione's back was on the mattress and his body pressed on top, Antonin removed his lips from hers to kiss down the column of her neck. He kissed every part of her body his mouth could reach while he made his slow, torturous descent to her knees. Pushing the hem of her thin nightgown up, he met her eyes with a pleased smirk when he discovered no knickers to impede his progress. She could hardly lay still in the anticipation of what she knew was about to happen. Her husband traced the inside of her thigh with his skilled tongue, nipping the flesh ever so gently just to hear her moan. He liked to tease her, torture her, make her beg. She was on the verge of pleading with him to stop tormenting her with his gentle pecks...