He teased her for a moment, but she wouldn’t have it. Hermione took his hand and guided his fingers inside her, stifling a moan. She clenched around him—Martin exhaled, stepped in closer to her and she let go, allowing him to take charge. Her gaze was half-lidded, heavy with desire. Martin nuzzled at her chest, sank his fingers deeper inside, crooking them to rub at her.