The more he spoke, the more and more wet Hermione became, and she found herself moaning loudly into his kiss, pressing into it, silently begging for more. She turned around to make it easier on herself, cupping the back of his head and holding him to her while she kissed him deeply, her tongue aggressively searching for his.

At length, she pulled back for breath, but only a little, looking at him with dark, needy eyes. "Do it, Harry. Any of it. All of it."