[ Oh, he's even worse than cruel. To make her beg, when it's already so obvious how much she wants him... it's just unbearable. An inpatient whine rises up from her and she tries to squirm her hips, chase the feeling of him teasing her, but he's holding her down so tight there's no room to move at all. Her whole body is a bundle of nerves and tension, and he's taking his sweet time torturing her, not giving her what she's already aching for, and her frustration only makes the heat burning in her veins all the more intense.

And yet... she doesn't hate it. Her body is so hot and wanting and his touch is so good and the thought of hearing herself admit something that filthy out loud...

A hot breath puffs out of her. She can't. She can't, she can't, she- ]

Y... Yes. I want...

[ Her voice is trembling and she can't quite meet his eyes as she says it - but... ]

I want you to... do what you did last night. [ She swallows. ] I w-want you to... violate me thoroughly, and, ahh, a-and I want you to s-satisfy me until I can't even m-move...

[ It's shameful, it's obscene and dirty and she can feel her face burning, but it's true. She wants to feel him inside her, wants him to satisfy her again and if that's how she's going to fall, then let her fall. ]