"Look at you," he murmured, "you’re a mess. You’re covered in cum. My semen is dripping from your arse and cunt, sliding down your back, your thighs, and yet you’re still not done. You’re going to come for me, Miss Granger. I’ve claimed every hole on your delectable little body and I’ve even claimed your very flesh. You belong to me." She shuddered and whimpered at his words as his fingers continued to stroke her. "And I know you have it in you," he shifted his fingers so he was stroking the outside of her labia and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I want to watch you come apart. I want to see where you break. You’re so close. I know you’re exhausted, hungry, dehydrated, and thoroughly debauched. Your body responds so well to my touch, you’d think it was made for my command," she shivered and then whimpered as he patted her labia lightly. "You make a beautiful little whore," he murmured, licking along her ear and nibbling her earlobe. "You take my cock so well." She trembled with need and moaned at his touch and the unfamiliar tone of praise from his lips. 