[ Another moan puffs out of her on a warm exhale. He'd been so rough and overwhelming last night that she was certain every night following would be more of the same - had accepted and anticipated it, even - but this is something else entirely. He's still taking her apart just as easily but now the intensity is a slow, smouldering build that she can feel deep inside her belly and she's almost a little scared about how quickly she's unravelling. Her hips move and shift, grinding back into his hand, torn between caution and neediness but unable to resist. His voice, his breath on her skin and the way he says her name - it all makes her dizzy, and the kiss pressed to the bite mark on her neck is enough to draw a whimper from her throat. ]

I d-don't know... what you're capable of anymore... you waited for so long, I thought- ah, hah, ahh- I thought you didn't want...

[ Her words unravel into a greedy whine. He's certainly proven her wrong on that assumption. ]