She'll make do with whatever he'll allow; she just needs that skin to skin contact. He bites, moans, presses into her, and her body shudders hard, the sensation sharp and sweet, far better than anything she's ever felt.

Her eyes roll back, and she keens low under her breath. She clings to him, panting now, her hands finding purchase around his waist, her hips dancing on his attentions. The first strands of her orgasm are joining together, wrapping around her, drawing her toward the inevitable. He holds her there, pins her down with the weight of his regard, and she surrenders, arching as another wave takes her closer to the edge.