A gasping moan of need met his request as he slid the second finger into her, the sensation distracting her momentarily from his instruction. She did as she was told, though, biting down on his skin with enough pressure to bruise and even leave scrapes behind, but just shy of actually breaking the skin to draw blood.

One of her hands trailed down his chest, tracing the strong muscles under that smooth skin and scratching him firmly with her nails whenever another wave of pleasure spread through her. If he'd been human, he'd have looked battered and bruised come morning, she was so enthusiastic in what she knew was something he enjoyed.