AIDEN
Hermione's breathing remains ragged as we stand still, our foreheads touching, our breaths mingling, after she reaches a climax on my hand.
I had anticipated she would be vocal, and a thrill runs through me at confirming my suspicion. The taste of her lingers on my tongue, and her scent fills my senses. I've relieved her of her pent-up tension, but I have my own issues to contend with.
It may take some time before we can join our parents, as one glance at me would reveal what we've been up to. I'm not keen on broadcasting our activities, aware that Hermione would be mortified. As someone who's been known for his numerous conquests, public scrutiny of my s*x life doesn't faze me.
"How do you feel?" I murmur.
She pants, her chest rising and falling slowly. "I feel better."
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