His gaze was heated, focused entirely on her. Still sitting on the table, waiting for her to obey. Gulping, Hermione averted her eyes and bent at the waist, laying her torso flat onto the table and hoping this wasn’t a mistake. She closed her eyes and winced in anticipation as she heard him get up and move to stand behind her. But it wasn’t what she had feared. Instead, his hand shot out and held her down by the neck again, while his other one yanked her panties down all the way to her knees before plunging his fingers back into her.