"Hermione," his voice was stern. "You are mine, including this gorgeous mouth. And I’m going to fuck this perfect mouth of mine. I need you to breathe through your nose. Keep your hands on my thighs," he positioned each of her palms on a different leg. "If you need me to stop or if you start to panic, pinch my leg and I will stop immediately. Nod if you understand and are ok with this."