Looking down at him, seeing that look in his eyes with his face between her legs... lord, but if it doesn't do something to her insides, ratcheting her desire up tenfold. No one has ever looked at her like that before and there's a heady power to it that she never wants to let go of. That look is because of her, she knows it instinctively, and she doesn't want this to be the last time she sees him wear it.

And there's no missing that request, no misunderstanding what he needs from her.

"Please, Knock Out," she begs him again, pleading for something only he can give her, watching those beautiful red eyes as she trembles with want. "Please, I need you, I'm so close, please—"