And when they were fully naked, Hermione poised underneath him, he didn’t tease, or make her beg, rather he thrust into her slowly, burying his head in the crook of her neck, brushing soft kisses along her collarbone. His cold ring traced down her thigh as he ran his hand along her skin, prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist, locking him deeper in. "Good girl" he praised as he always did, purring the syllables. 