Hermione screamed lustfully, trying to grab onto the carpet as he belly throbbed in anticipation, the heat of her orgasm building even move at the feeling of Harry’s tongue on the back of her shoulder, licking away the blood that had broken out of her injury. His grunts of pleasure and the way his right hand traveled underneath her body, going as downwards as it could was he pounded into her, coupled with the way his teeth sank into the back of her neck—