He had let go of her hair and was running that hand down her side. She felt him kissing the back of her neck, and then he managed to get under her robe and bite her right where her neck met her collarbone. She let out a silent gasp, her face flushed. He continued kissing her, his other hand inching up her front until he was kneading her breasts, leaving Hermione an absolute mess. She wanted to shiver as he kissed her. Wanted to lean back into him. Some vague notion that she shouldn’t give in so easily made her determined not to. To stay still. But then he reached her bum, gave it a solid squeeze, and Hermione jerked in his arms. "Don’t fight me." Hermione stopped breathing, taken very much by surprise at her body’s reaction. She didn’t know what it was. His tone? How he was holding her? But the idea of letting him have his way with her was increasingly appealing.