She obeyed, enjoying the thrill of satisfaction his words sent skittering down her spine. She would not analyze that too closely, not when she could feel Malfoy’s cock throbbing inside her. Hermione started moving, setting a slow pace, rolling her hips experimentally. He cursed under his breath, every muscle in his arms twitching with tension. He showered her neck and shoulder in kisses, murmuring how beautiful she was, telling her how good she fit around his cock, how pretty her pink little cunt looked taking him in; how he loved her in his arms. She tried not to take those last words to heart, but it was hard to ignore the way his slamming heartbeat matched hers, their sweat slick chests pressed together until there was no room for anything else between them.