As if she's going to leave him wanting. Not a chance of that happening. Not a chance in hell. She insinuates herself between his legs, stalking up his body, painting his skin with hungry kisses. Her hands stroke up his thighs as she bends to catch him in her mouth again, her body melting down across his hips to pin him right where she wants him. Again, she keeps eye contact as she works, and there's a fire in her gaze, dark and intent.