"And it  is  a lovely body," he added, licking around the shell of her other ear and nibbling at the junction of her jaw and ear. "I love how you feel around me. How you shudder around me, how you respond to my touch," he emphasised the statement by patting her sex and then rubbing her clit and entrance more forcefully. "Show me, Miss Granger," he whispered, "show me exactly what a perfect slut you are. I know you have it in you. I want you to come on my hand, and I’ll untie you." His voice softened slightly. "Come for me and I’ll clean you up and let you rest." It lowered to a whisper that she could just barely hear. "Come for me and I’ll make you mine." She moaned as he stroked her closer to orgasm, his whisper faint against her ear "Come for me, Hermione." She sobbed as the orgasm rolled over her, her exhausted body thrashing against her binds and his fingers as she came, tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt like she was being purged of all energy, thought, and emotion.