It didn't take long for either of them to finish—to Hermione, it felt like it happened in a span of seconds. He filled and stretched her and she was almost senseless with want, not bothering to hold her moans back because it was already obvious that he'd won—he'd gotten the apology from her and the admission that she wanted him, after all. She'd had a half-willed idea to fight it as best as she could but this time she couldn't bring herself to push back—her body demanded release and finally found it, and when it hit her it was so strong and overdue that she couldn't even scream but shook silently underneath her husband, her body clenching him so tight that he came immediately after, driving himself so deep into her that she had to reach back and push her palm into his chest to keep him from hurting her more.