"Now, now, don’t come yet, darling," Theo commanded as he fucked her hard, his grip tightening on her throat causing her eyes to roll back in her head as her back arched in pleasure, her toes curling, tears running down her face. Theo couldn’t stop himself, pounding into her with abandon, his tattooed hand on her throat, the word "FUCK" on his knuckles so obscene against her perfect little throat. He rolled his hips and Hermione surprised him by orgasming, her body clenching him so tightly that he couldn’t help but fill her up. He let go of her throat and stroked her abdomen, imagining one day letting his seed grow there in her perfect brilliant body.