Their was a low, animal growl as she took hold of his hair. Even as normally submissive as she was, it was always gratifying when she pushed back. Even if it was on so small a gesture, it was enough. It meant he was doing what he was supposed to be doing.<br/><br/>When she felt ready, he picked her up again. Turned her belly down, dainty rear up toward him. Grabbed hold of her hips tight before sliding himself in. Just enough before he felt some resistance, then back.<br/><br/>Leaning his body forward, he gently nipped at her ears. One hand took her wrist, held it tight between two fingers and thumb. His free hand went across her hips, cradling her body and keeping her from slipping off. Picked up his pace once he felt comfortable, once she felt comfortable.<br/><br/>Aiko was so much smaller than him it was almost funny. So tiny, so petite a thing that had wormed into his heart. And the things they were doing, how good it felt was more than he'd imagined. Tarrok didn't want more of her, he wanted all of her.