Her hands flex in his grip, opening to enjoy the sensation of his palms pressed against hers before interlacing their fingers again. She can't get enough of touching him, and it feels like she never will. Her thighs grip his hips tight, and she can feel the strands drawing together, twisting tighter at the sound of his voice. Her own words are languid and dark, filled with promise.

'As many times as you like, love.'