He threaded her arms through both and then kissed her again, slowly. The taste of her core lingered delicately on his tongue, causing an ache to pulse through her limbs. This kiss felt unhurried and deeper than the rest. Hermione could feel herself sinking into his depths, the walls she had once had up were nonexistent. He had said she was his and now she never wanted to imagine a future without this platinum blond man who held her so close and kissed her like a dying man taking his last rattling breath.