Shaking his head, Leolo couldn’t keep from chuckling.  “You have very sharp thorns, my Rose. You turn all my words against me.”  Again, he pinched one of her nipples.  “Please be assured that I could never throw you away.  You have me far too entranced for that.  But I won’t lie -- the fact that you do want to bed me is a very nice bonus.”<br/><br/>Rose’s cries of pleasure echoed throughout the bedchamber, making Leolo ache with desire.  His body craved to be pressed against hers.  But instead of immediately returning to the bed, he walked over to his full-length mirror.  Passing his hand across it, he conjured the image of Rose on the bed behind him, twisting and moaning  as her breasts were subjected to unrelenting touch.  She looked so amazing -- Leolo couldn’t keep from touching himself while he watched her writhe.  Part of him wanted to keep her waiting, to see how far he could push her before giving her satisfaction.  However, his hunger to have her overcame all attempts at patience.<br/><br/>Returning to the bed, he once again straddled Rose, rubbing his member against her entrance without yet pushing it inside.  “Time for bad girls to get what’s coming to them,” he teased.