He ran the same finger over her lips, parted as she worked to draw breath. He slipped it inside her mouth, eyes closing involuntarily as she drew it in and sucked on it. He felt a tug in his abdomen as her tongue wrapped around his finger. He pulled it out with a pop and stepped back, wrapping his hand around his aching length and letting her see. It was a maddening relief to touch himself now that he knew how Hermione felt. But the look on his face as he stood in front of her, confident and brazen, sent waves of pleasure down his spine that had nothing to do with what his hand was up to.