When he pushed that stray strand from her face, he felt the gentleness and softness of those nearly white locks. Oh, how he wanted to collect a ponytail in his fist while he would pound into her from behind. The hum she let out showed him his move had an effect. Somehow, in his mind, he wanted to take this further. Perhaps even wanted to inflict some pain. Good pain, because of the forcefulness with which he would take her, he was sure she’d submit, need it as much as he. But he felt her doubts also. That was no wonder, if anything, she was his prisoner. Though he would let her go, if she’d still want to. Would she join him, on the<i>Valorous, </i>stay by his side perhaps? Probably not.<br/><br/>His hand on her hip made her warmth felt. As she stood where she was, as she didn’t move away from his touch, his hand spread more widely, fingers pushing a little further to find where the curve of her round ass started. When she nodded, he nodded too, with that same disarming smile. Her soft voice spoke to him. Some rest, when they were done? They would both need rest, once their staminas were exhausted, once they were both a panting mess. Once she would taste him on her tongue. Once her cunt and ass would be leaking with his potent seed. It nearly got her a smirk, but he stopped himself before the expression broke on his face.<br/><br/><i>I can’t have you keeping me out all night</i>. He chuckled at that remark. Responsible? “I guess…” his warm voice reached her ears. His hand slowly slipped up her side now, not picking up of her overall. Up along the side, palm even touching the side of her heavy bust. Then that hand slipped over to the front, fingers now trailing the fabric, palm no longer touching. They reached the top button that was still closed. With a gentle move they both heard the button pop. Her clothes sagging slightly to show off more cleavage. His eyes were drawn to it. “Come… Phae…” he spoke absent mindedly.<br/><br/>A second button was popped. More cleavage on display. Was there a hint of lace spanning over those globes? Fuck. He wanted to sink his teeth in, metaphorically, or perhaps even for real. That hand withdrew though. It travelled further up. His fingers slipping onto her cheek. His thumb running over her lower lip for a second. He was quite forward with it. “We should go…” he spoke again. His own resolve to hold back lessening. But, with a light sigh, he retreated. His hand dropping down again, to take hers in his. Slender fingers in his strong ones. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze to catch her attention, before a more relaxed grasp.<br/><br/>A mild nod from his head and he turned, towards the door. That slit open as soon as he hit the button next to it. No code necessary, she could tour the ship herself when he wasn’t near, no lock down. Would she draw him back? Or stop his movements? Or would they head into the corridor for that promised tour?