He watched her for a moment, idly considering what it truly was he wanted. Something inside of him still called for passion, for a gentleness and a romance. He did not know where this had come from, why it was there, or why he even entertained the continued thoughts. He let the notion stay there for but a moment before dismissing it. She had wanted, it would be best to give her a taste of what want could do.<br/><br/>He levered himself up, still kneeling, and leaned over her. His hands left her body and moved to her arms,as if checking her bonds, making sure they were intact. This position offered her the closest view of his lower body. His arousal was apparent, and now hanging inches from her head. Of good length and width, a slight curve and generous head, he swung close to her head as his hands checked her arms. She had yet to be this close to him, to have him before her as such, and he was so close. Minutes ago she had coated his body with her own, gripped him, slicked him with her arousal and her orgasm.<br/><br/>He smiled, Tegan's body had seemed to respond to his suggestion. She might be able to overcome it later, but that was not a great concern. He moved back to kneeling beside her, his fingertips running down the inside of her arms. He looked at her with a slow smile and he leaned over.  His left hand moved up and under her neck, fingernails back to normal he began to scratch her neck. Almost as if chasing and itch and nothing harder. He alternated that with running his fingertips along her skin. His right hand took her right breast in a rough grasp. He moved her, as if judging the weight, how far the skin would stretch, how much he could squeeze the flesh in his palm. As he did this his fingers again found her exposed nipple. There was little in the way of gentleness as he pinched, twisted, and pulled at the aroused flesh. He made it dance atop her breast, giving it attention with no respite.<br/><br/>He leaned farther over and ran his tongue from the hallow of her throat to right beneath her chin. One long motion along her exposed throat. He started to leave little bites on the near side of her neck, moving back down towards her shoulder. As he was this near he let a moan loose, a simple sound that was filled with want. The smell of roses increased, the scents his body released hovered about the bed, ready to be taken in. His skin started to heat again.