Antonin's grip on her waist was bruising, but Hermione was past the point of caring. Each undulation of his hips behind her threatened to be her undoing. Something about having her naked form spread out in front of him in such an animalistic and submissive stance always brought out the primal passion in her husband. Of course, that could be said about generally any position they chose. If they had to choose a favorite collectively, she didn't have any doubt they would pick the same one.