She didn't move, didn't blink as he reared back, ripping his trousers and his pants down his hips, his legs, before settling back over her, eyes dark and on hers. She felt the tip of his cock line up against her, felt him shiver as he pressed his mouth to her neck. Hermione raised her hands, running her palms down his back as she tilted her hips forward, nails digging in as he hissed, inching forward. He pressed into her, the thick head of him barely entered her before he treated. She moaned in protest, nearly growled as she pushed her hips forward again, searching for him. Desperate. He held off, lifting his head and looking down at her until she met his eyes. His gaze was deadly serious, though his eyes were just as clouded with lust, with want, as hers were.