AIDEN
"Spend the night with me," I murmur against Hermione's mouth, intoxicated by her taste. Her neck is exposed in this position, and my mouth captures hers as I grasp it, feeling her throat bob against my palm.
She murmurs incoherently.
As our lips continue to meld, I interpret her lack of resistance as consent and sweep her into my arms. Our mouths remain locked as I navigate toward the bedroom, my senses heightened by the intensity of the moment.
I lower us onto the bed, savoring the taste of her moans and sighs as we kiss. Her lips are addictive, clouding my thoughts with pleasure. The weight of our bodies causes the bed to dip, our movements synchronized as our mouths continue to explore each other. This sensual harmony elicits a frustrated groan from me when I'm forced to brea
