Deep panting and throaty moans bounced off the walls of Voldemort’s bedroom. Tom laid in the middle of his bed, naked with his head thrown backwards into the pillows with his adam's apple bobbing with the pleasure the lioness on top of him was bringing. A drop of sweat rolled down the length of Hermione’s Dark Mark as she balanced her hands behind her on Tom’s legs as she held herself upright and moved her hips in a relaxed, but steady gyrating motion as Tom’s rock-hard cock laid buried deep within her.