Once the shirt was out of his way, he latched onto her neck, marking her but ignoring the impulse to break the skin and seal their bond. It wasn't time. While his mouth worked down the side of her neck alternating between open mouthed kisses and small nips, he palmed her breasts, luxuriating in the heaviness in his hands. Hermione tugged at his hair encouraging him to move lower so he continued his path downward until his tongue replaced his hands. He wanted to see how sensitive she was, learn what she liked and what made her feel good. Remus wrapped his lips around her nipple, spending time teasing the bud before he pulled it between his teeth. Hermione let out a breathy moan, and he swore he'd never been this hard in his life. 