Martin began to thrust his fingers inside her in short but deep strokes—Hermione bit her lip to stifle a moan and sagged into his hold. His arm around her back supported her. She reached up, undid the front of her gown so her bare breasts came into view, all full and heavy and ready for his attention. He leaned down, nuzzled his face into them, kissing the tip of one, his lips wrapping around her stiff nipple, teasing it with his tongue. She clenched around his fingers again and gave a whimper.