<em>Yes Tegan. I am here. I am yours.</em><br/><br/>He let the word<strong>yours</strong>pour from his mouth and across her skin as he kissed down her neck and to her upper chest. In his wake a trail of kisses, remained warm and across her body. He moved to the breast that have not been in his grasp. His teeth found the nub of her nipple and they locked around it, this time biting, trying the catch her breath in her throat, trying to steal a cry from her body. He pulled and tugged, tongue lashing against the skin. His right hand left her other breast and moved down her now exposed torso, finding the hem of her pants. He slid his hand under the fabric with a practiced ease.<br/><br/>He found her under the clothes, cupped her and lifted her even as a finger pushed in with no fanfare. Pushing deep and fast, a rough thrust before withdrawing.  He moved his hand turning it, letting the nails grow again. He tore her pajamas open, exposing her to the now heated air of the room. His nails returned to normal and he cupped her again, pushing her pelvis to the bed and holding her there.<br/><br/><em>I will taste you</em><br/><br/>It was a statement, an intention of his act, as his mouth left her breast and kissed down her torso. He moved his body, so that he was prone beside her, just out of her reach. His erection there, in plain view, laying across his leg and touching the bed. He denied her his flesh, staying out of her reach of her mouth. He kissed her mons, his tongue dragging across the skin, stopping above her hood, not touching her yet. A slow and precise tease, a calculated move designed to encourage a reaction.<br/><br/>