"I'm fine, just hurt a bit more than I expected." She wiggled experimentally, "Getting a bit better." Ignoring the residual twinges of pain, Hermione raised up and slid back down, establishing a rhythm. He held onto her hips, urging her to speed up. The pleasant pressure began building again, twisting between her legs. The tighter the feeling became the faster Hermione moved. The tension snapped suddenly, sending her careening over the edge, "MARCUS, holy fuck!"