When he lifted her hands up off his legs, he felt he wrists flex while her mouth curved into a wide, open smile. She had paused only long enough to catch his rebuke and tease before her tongue sought to lick every bit of him. He could feel the rush of emotion, when he pulled them back to restrain. It appeared his lovely Elena rather enjoyed the man handling. He also sensed the seed of rebellion, for she would challenge that wager thinking she would win it. To ride him until he made her tremble and scream? It would be, for her, something to dream. After all, she'd imagined such with him back when he only haunted her in her sleep. He'd turned out to be so, oh so much more. He posed a more immediate challenge, one she would also meet.<br/><br/>Her favorite place, she found there were several, was just under the ridge of his head where her tongue liked to coil before drawing across and along it. It was but prelude to her lips closing around the tip to give it a snug squeeze. It never lasting long for she seemed to always want more, to taste and map out his cock with her tongue. Elena knelt there, worshiping his shaft while paying attention to when it flexed or when it shifted to bounce up against her face. These were the places she would tend to the most, those tender, sensitive spots that told her gave him the most pleasure.<br/><br/>He knew she would be surprised when he slid himself past her lips, forcing her mouth to open wide to avoid touching him with her teeth so he could pin her head against the headboard. Why else had he done it? Her eyes closed as her tongue slithered back and forth, pressing him upwards before he finally released her just enough so she could breathe and continue. Her fingers curled into fist in her lap, to keep her from touching him in part. The other portion was because she wanted to dig her nails into his skin as he forced his will upon her again. The link told him she honestly did not mind, once the shock of it had settled. Once again, her lips closed around him as they moved along every one of his ridges.<br/><br/>Her mouth paused mid way on his shaft, for her to glance up when his voice gently told her to take her time. Where had this side of Galos been hiding? It was tame yet he showed her signs of his true nature here and there. Constantly reminding her who was master and who was.... her lips pulled back until she sucked on his tip. Elena would never call herself such, even with the bond. She was his, and it could be left at that. He felt the vibrations of her hum, a moan of eagerness when he mentioned his blood, though it deepened with the tease of what might follow. For now, she slid him in and out, seeking to be able to take more and more, inch by inch. He'd given her a goal to strive for, since her pussy was still wet and needy. If pleasing him only with this set of lips would earn him fulfilling that need, Elena would continue until he told her to stop.