He kissed her then, wasting no time as his tongue slid into her mouth to have a taste. He could live for four thousand more years and never have enough of Hermione. Her hands carded through his hair as he continued to kiss her, nipping at her soft lips while guiding her to lay back on the bed. She spread her legs willingly, allowing him to settle between her parted thighs. He wanted to relax her first before moving onto what he knew she truly needed. Under such duress as she was, Hermione needed to be dominated, and he would willingly oblige.