

“I did not!” She cried indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest before flushing a bright red. “Alright, I was curious what I would dream up,” she admitted softly. “And apparently, it involved me, you, miles of sand and apparently, you groping me excessively.”
She raised her brows. “Hmmm…”
He gave her a most lascivious grin. “Well, then, it does appear as though I am at your command.”
Hermione’s replied expression was one of confusion. “It does..? You mean…anything I want..?”
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There came another undulation from...eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling blossoming...
Her hips moved in age-old invitation against his retracting hand, the moisture on her soft lips, located beneath her...