Yesss

Luna paused, her fingers still buried deep inside Hermione, her thumb resting motionless against her clit. She watched with those pale, knowing eyes as Hermione thrashed against the bra binding her wrists, her sweat-dampened curls now plastered across her forehead, her moans raw and desperate.

"You're trying to break free," Luna observed, her voice soft but carrying an edge of amusement. "But you asked for this binding, didn't you? You wanted to be restrained." She crooked her fingers slightly, a barely-there movement that made Hermione's hips jerk upward involuntarily. "The moths are watching you struggle. They find it fascinating."

A cluster of the tiny creatures had settled on Hermione's heaving chest, their wings vibrating as they absorbed the heat radiating from her flushed skin. Luna leaned forward, her free hand brushing one of them aside before her lips closed around Hermione's nipple, her tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. She sucked gently, then harder, her fingers resuming their slow, deliberate pump inside Hermione's wet heat.

She released Hermione's breast with a soft pop, her breath ghosting across the glistening skin. "Tell me what you need, Hermione. Not just a release—what do you truly need right now?"