Hatred for couples
Lloyd pressed Hermione's body tightly to his–but not enough to hurt or constrict her breathing movement.
Having her close like this, where he could smell her peach scent enveloped his senses, he couldn't tell what he wanted at the moment but he was aware it was her.
Her body was soft against his. He could feel her heart ramming in her chest, and against his own body also. If he was planning to go any further tonight, she was going to explode.
He tilted his head to the side. Capturing her soft lips in between his and giving it a good suck until she moaned out incoherent words. He had never felt like this. It was better than he had imagined it to be.
She was inexperienced. The woman didn't even know anything about kissing but was just matching his pace in her way.
He was glad that no one touched her soft lips–he was the first.