When he pulled her back away, his hands slid into her hair to clasp her head firmly and after briefly meeting her eyes with a heated expression, he began to fuck her throat with increasing speed. Hermione moaned, whimpering slightly until the sounds were eclipsed by the wet noises of him thrusting into her, the light clicking of her throat as a subtle vacuum was created every time he bottomed out, and the occasional gasp of air when she could get it.