"Do I now?" Kaija teased softly, though her voice came out frayed from pleasure, breathless around the edges. One trembling finger traced slowly along the bridge of Charles's nose, following the elegant line of it as though she were trying to distract herself from the overwhelming sensations still pulsing through her body.
"Now that you've pleased every single little thing I demanded," she murmured, lips curling faintly, "why don't you show me a bit of how you'd like to do it your way?"
Something darkened in Charles's silver eyes at that invitation.
Not cruelty.
Hunger.
The kind he had been restraining all night.
His mouth lowered over hers again, the kiss deeper this time, rougher, carrying all the restraint he was finally allowing himself to lose.
"Remember you asked for it," he said against her lips.
Then he pushed himself upright on both hands.
The shift happened instantly.
