He almost growled as he captured her lips and held her legs higher, filling her further, moving faster. He punished her with his bite and she reacted in the same manner. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she squirmed around him, her cunt pulsing, she was close again. Too close. "Don't you fucking dare." He warned, leaving her lips to bite her neck, he licked and sucked while slowing down his strokes. The swiftness of it all disappeared. Suddenly she felt just how far inside of her he was. There wasn't enough foreplay anymore, it began to hurt, painfully slow, she was too tight, if he didn't quicken the pace again she was going to cry out of agony. Suddenly Hermione realized that's what he wanted. He wanted her tears, he wanted them to fall down her face, he wanted her to know that this was the only sex she would get, and he wanted to make it as brutal as possible.