"Please, yes, don’t stop," she panted, clinging fast to his sweaty back. He did not stop—he intensified, primal noises torn from his throat, murmuring fuck and god and oh, Hermione—and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, nipping at her, swirling his tongue over the point—and she cried out at the overwhelming pleasure that rolled over her, wave after wave carrying her out as she cried his name.